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Review: 'The Secret in Their Eyes'

(Three stars)

What do this year's Academy Award-winning Best Foreign Language Film and this week's episode of "House, M.D." have in common? Both were directed by Juan Jose Campanella, whose limber style and sensitivity to character have been prized in American television for 15 years and counting.

Perhaps this explains why the Argentinean film "The Secret in Their Eyes" -- based on Eduardo Sacheri's novel "La pregunta de sus ojos" -- makes passing, tongue-in-cheek references to Mike Hammer, Napoleon Solo and Perry Mason, heroes who have made their mark on American television. The story is, after all, about modes of seeing -- including the passive watching of could-be lovers whose lookiloo hesitation spans decades.

The man and woman in question are court investigator Benjamin Esposito (Ricardo Darin of "Nine Queens") and lawyer Irene Menendez-Hastings (Soledad Villamil). The film begins in 1999, with Benjamin retired and struggling against writer's block to launch a second career as a novelist. Concluding he must get out of his system the defining story of his erstwhile career, he visits his former colleague Irene, object of the great unconsummated love of his life.

Though she is now married with children, possibility still hangs in the air as the pair recall a murder case from 25 years hence and the politics that hampered the investigation and prosecution. "The Secret in Their Eyes" doesn't hedge any bets, offering romance, mystery, prosecutorial tension and social critique (of government corruption that prefigures military dictatorship). There's also comic relief, in the form of Esposito's alcoholic partner-in-crime-fighting Sandoval (likeably goofy comedian Guillermo Francella, the Argentinean Carl Reiner).

The bravura technical showpiece is a helicopter shot that seamlessly enters a stadium during a soccer match and picks out our heroes as they scan the crowd for a suspect and initiate a windy chase. As did a similar shot in Alfonso Cuaron's "Children of Men," Campanella's flourish shows off more than it serves the telling of the story, but it's breathtaking nonetheless. Similarly, the story at times proves more clever than credible, pawning off gimmickry like an ever-present typewriter with no "A."

Nevertheless, Darin and Villamil hold fast to the story's psychic anchor of desire and fear and, just possibly, something more. Meanwhile, Campanella's screenplay is a meditation on memory -- which can be more potent than any present moment -- and the elaborate constructions that we build to give dramatic shape to our regret.

Rated R for a rape scene, violent images, some graphic nudity and language. 2 hours, seven minutes.

— Peter Canavese

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