Corporate bigwigs ought to think twice before they send an in-house psychoanalyst (the ubiquitous Mathieu Amalric) to gauge the mental stability of a local manager. He may uncover a whole closet full of skeletons that you’d rather keep locked up. Klotz’s thriller finds the chilling common ground between modern business-speak and the language of fascism; Amalric has arguably never been better.
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