Nazis who live among us and hide their past are a grateful subject for our time.
But The secrets we keep are too original to be relevant.
It's post - war time
and Romanian Maja (Noomi Rapace) smokes a good cig in the park in a small American town.
Her son is playing next door when she thinks she recognizes a man nearby.
He manages to escape, but a few days later it happens again.
Soon she's sure of her thing.
After some boring family scenes where nothing happens, Maja chooses her opportunity.
She knocks the man and the father of the family (Joel Kinnaman) unconscious and drags him home to her basement.
Her incomprehensible husband Lewis (Chris Messina), the city's well-known doctor, tries to understand what it's all about.
The answer is revenge.
At least it seems so at first.
The secrets we keep are not a pure "revenge" roll.
Unfortunately.
Rather, a pretend-intellectual study of justified violence and the perishability of memory.
The motive for revenge is painted as a mystery or perhaps a mental illness.
Unfortunately, it is obvious where everything is barking far too soon.
Maja is seeking revenge for something that happened to her family long ago during World War II.
Memories of the war crime are played out in flat and black and white flashbacks where nothing can be distinguished.
The man states that he is innocent but Maja is safe.
The rest of The secrets we keep
is a lengthy process to force a recognition with dubious methods and slightly embarrassing remarks.
Soon Maja is also fighting headwinds against her husband, who suspects she remembers incorrectly.
In addition, all the filthy neighbors make suspicious.
The layout is reminiscent of a tougher
, or perhaps "darker", episode of the Nazi hunter series Hunters.
Admittedly with a credibly reproduced 50's and with hard-working actors.
Probably also a lesson about victims who become perpetrators and so on, but not enough excitement in any direction to keep the interest up.