Melissa Desormeaux-Poulin: It may be an explosive scene, but
"Incendies" barely works up to a smolder.  I'm always up for a
grim movie if it's good, but the hopeless trip to Glumtown that
is "Incendies" is not a good film.  Shocking, though? Shocking
it is. It begins with a dead woman's instructions to her twin
son and daughter. They are told to find the father they've never
met and the brother they didn't know they had. This will lead
them to the Middle East, where they will encounter stories of
rape, child murder, torture, war atrocities, wrongful
imprisonment, lovers torn apart and a taboo I can't specify or
I'll reveal this piece of claptrap's most bluntly unbelievable
twist.  In composer Stephen Sondheim's book "Putting It
Together," he says form must be dictated by content in good art,
and "Incendies" is a great example of what happens when it
isn't.  Its form is somewhat similar to "Citizen Kane," a
masterpiece it is in no other way comparable to, in that a
character (in this case, characters: the twin