This is an outrageous film and that's its most interesting characteristic. The color schemes are primary and wild. The clothes are over the edge costumes of some time in the past, maybe 1950? The story line construct is an Agatha Christie like mystery, but it's a satire of a mystery. The characters are like cartoons of characters in a normal film and they occasionally break into song, so it's a parody of a stage musical. The bottom line is that this film is so absurd that it is fun to watch.

It is a Francois Ozon film with subtitles, so be ready to read quickly unless you understand French. There are eight women and a token male victim. The list of females includes two sisters, Catherine and Suzon, their mother, Gaby who is married to the victim, her mother Mamy, the victim's sister, Pierrette, Gaby's sister, aunt Augustine, the maid, Louise and the cook, Madame Chanel.

Aunt Augustine achieves a visual transformation mid-story that blew me away. I didn't even recognize who she was at first. And just to give you some idea of events, Mamy, who is wheelchair bound suddenly sags back in her chair, holds her chest, closes her eyes and announces, ``My heart has stopped!'' Then she peaks to see if anyone heard her. A little later, she gets out of her wheelchair and easily climbs a long flight of stairs. Only Gaby notices that she is now walking. The story rolls right through absurdity after absurdity without a pause. Characters enter the front door from a raging snowstorm wearing normal street clothes. I won't go on, but you get the idea.

The story's conclusion is just as absurd as the rest of the action. If I told you, it would not change much, but I have to stick to my policy.