This story is largely driven by intelligent women, except for the scatterbrained Marmy, and that seems unsurprising when we consider that Wylie was a former Suffragette who preferred living with women.
Director Elaine May belongs to that list of otherwise male creative geniuses who naturally clash with the commercial system, including Erich Von Stroheim, Orson Welles, and Otto Preminger.
Gabin's Maigret lets everyone else emote, sometimes hysterically, until he vents his own anger in the final revelations.
Beware the seemingly merry shades of green and red that spread so slowly and thickly across the holiday season, for something dark and uncertain, something that takes many forms, stirs beneath the joyful facade.
While this movie is very, very Fellini in its circus parade of the contemporary world's chaos and noise, it also seems faithful to at least the spirit and structure of Cavazzoni's novel.
These two films fall on the disposable but fun end of the spectrum of sophisticated thrillers.
You'll find more people watching silent films today than during any decade since the '20s, thanks to a busy restoration and preservation industry that thrives through festivals, revivals, the internet and home video.