An Italian, Luca Guadagnino understands bourgeoisie-bliss like no Frenchman ever could. Here is a murder story, yet such a guilt and gloom free one, that I can hardly remember when writing this (one month after seeing the film) what the fuss was all about in the third act. But what I vividly remember is the Ralph Fiennes devilishly dancing to a Rolling Stones tune, in what feels like a 5 minute take. I remember the boredom by the pool, the ripeness of Tilda Swinton, the cooking, the music, my deep joy of loosing the self in the distant illusion of living at least for a holiday, at least for a weekend, in the middle of that life. A Bigger Splash follows the 2009 brilliant I am Love.