“Confidences trop intimes” by Patrice Leconte is generally not bad. It is well filmed, the story keeps a good pace and the plot is quite unique (at least I have not watched a movie with the same plot for a while). However, it is not as enjoyable as “The man on the Train”. Unlike with the latter, I was not able to suspend belief enough to go along with the notion that these events are likely in some given universe. 7/10.