Let's be honest I have enjoyed a couple of Chabrol films over the years though I would never accuse him of being in the same league as the really GREAT French film makers, the Carnes, Duviviers, Feyders, and even the second eleven like Albert Valentin, Pierre Chenal and the like could eclipse him on their day and for me, I'm afraid, this is definitely minor league. I am, of course, quite happy as an Englishman, to concede that it's more than possible that some of the fun Chabrol delights in poking at French bourgeoisie eludes me but he has a nice line in muted, pastel camera-work and more often than not he employs actors who can hit their marks and chew gum at the same time so that once in about half a dozen films the Law of Averages kicks in and he comes up with a half decent movie. This one has the feel it was about number three or four after the last decent entry but to be fair he was lumbered - or maybe saddled himself - with Lucas Belvaux in a prominent role and after watching the inept Belvaux stumbling and fumbling his way through the film like a blind man attempting to ascend a spiral staircase after downing a fifth of White Lightnin' it's easy to see why he turned to directing. See it by all means if you're a Chabrol completist but don't say I didn't warn you.
Review of Cop Au Vin
