Whoa.  How’s this for a culinary Yes/No?

Chocolate-Covered Jalapeños? Yes/Nohttps://t.co/uacvfCw2RC

— Joseph Mallozzi (@BaronDestructo) August 11, 2020

Now as much as I love chocolate and jalapeños and peanut butter (Yes, that’s a peanut butter liquid center and not cheese) I’m not sure I can get behind this.  The combination is weird.  Apple pie and cheddar cheese slice weird.

(Hmm.  I seemed to have lost half of today’s post.  Partially restored above.  Will have to rewrite the rest from memory for tomorrow’s blog entry.  Good catch, Gary).

Alright, fellow Crime Clubbers, let’s talk about today’s movie: Confessions.

One of the things I love about foreign films is their ability to surprise – in both a good ways and a bad.  It’s a double-edged sword.  For every annoyingly nonsense film (Dogtooth, anyone?), there is…well…a Confessions, a movie that instantly engages you with its premise and then proceeds to subvert your expectations.

I had no idea what this movie was about when I sat down to watch and, 30 minutes in, after the first shocking twist, I had to check to make sure I hadn’t accidentally skipped ahead to the end.  But the tainted milk was just the first of many unexpected turns I didn’t see coming.

Ultimately, a reflection on motherhood – and murder – Confessions is “out there” in everything from its story structure to its singular characters pushed to brink of moral bankruptcy and beyond. It’s weird and won’t be for everyone, but I loved it.

What did you think?

Tomorrow, the Crime Club reconvenes with something a little more Hollywood – Clooney, Wahlberg and Ice Cube in the Iraqi War heist pic Three Kings.