What may be a good movie opened yesterday in New York. But, oh, its title--Heartbeat Detector. That's just about the worst I've heard for a film, since the career-burying failure called Gigli. That suggests a gooey medical romance on Lifetime--a stressed-out woman doctor falls in love with her transplant patient--or an industrial product hawked during "paid programming" hours on a syndicated TV station. It does nothing to tell you that it's actually a moody French drama about corporate crimes and long-buried skeletons of the Nazi past, something that might actually get people into the arthouse to see it. Its French title translates to The Human Question--OK, maybe not the sexiest, but a step up from Heartbeat Detector. From the photo, it does look like star Mathieu Amalric (The Diving Bell and the Butterfly) is getting an EKG of some kind, but I see no pulse for its audience prospects with that title, and expect it to join A Mighty Heart and The Heartbreak Kid on the critical list before long.
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