Netflix appears to be going through the gears – the wrong way. But that’s what happens when you’re so dependent on content – any content. But no different really from old Hollywood, always a bucket of stinkers in the days when studios had to each greenlight 20-25 pictures just to stay in the business.
I’d been encouraged by Toxic Town (2025) and my love of French policiers to take a chance on this one. It shouldn’t have been much of gamble. Even though French gangster/crime movies don’t travel all that well, for aficionados like me, growing up on the likes of Gabin, Belmondo and Delon (and intruder Bronson) that doesn’t matter. Still lingering in my memory are Mesrine (2008) and 36 Quai des Orfevres (2004) with Daniel Auteil and Gerard Depardieu, for example, directed by Olivier Marchal, who helms this one.
This at least gets off to a good start, a blistering chase through a rain-sodden Paris, clever interchange of personnel in cars and on motorcycle, hounding target Mahmoud through the streets. Eventually, Antoine (Victor Belmondo) has him trapped. But in the first of a series of bizarre twists the criminal gets away. How? Well, it’s simple. It’s down to bureaucracy. Instead of putting a bullet through a guy armed with a gun, presumably a crime in itself, Mahmoud effectively reminds Antoine that he doesn’t want to be seen shooting an armed man in public.
What? Double what? Mahmoud might not be resisting arrest but he’s clearly armed and dangerous. But of course there’s another reason Mahmoud can’t be arrested. Because the cops don’t have evidence to link him to criminals – the tracking is in the hope he’ll lead them to the bad guys. However true that may be, at the moment of this confrontation Mahmoud is clearly committing a criminal act, unless he’s got a license to carry a gun in public.
Then it gets even dopier. The top cop is furious because the chase has generated complaints from the good citizens of the French capital. Ooh la la! Then Antoine gets busted because – wait for it – he put in hospital three guys who ambushed him. Guilty apparently of using excessive force. That seems a tad unhinged. Is there any way to combat an attack by three thugs without putting at least a couple of them out of action?
This might have been redeemed had Antoine capitalized on his early edginess. He’s in the illegal business himself, but only to the extent of participating in underground bare-knuckle boxing matches. At one point he takes a hell of a beating – we’re talking Clint Eastwood territory – so that should have set him up for the rest of the picture.
But instead he reverts to completely dull as six months later, having been shifted to another unit, he returns to, unofficially, investigate the deaths of two members of his original squad and the disappearance of a third, Richard (Soufiane Guerrab), who has gone loopy – possibly after reading the script – but then disappeared from a psychiatric clinic.
Antoine has various leads to follow and occasionally, in case the plot is too difficult for us to follow, we pop into the lives of the other cops involved so we know full well they are up to something dodgy. Meanwhile, as with the best cop pictures, there’s a cover-up, which may be because the top brass is implicated or because it would just harm public relations if the public were to even think (perish the thought!) that there could be corruption in the police force.
This just drags on and on. It could easily do with losing a good 30 minutes. But even then it would sag. None of the actors involved take it by the scruff, the way they used to in the good old days, not even when they are presented as an old-fashioned hard-drinking hard-smoking gang. You used to be able to rely of supporting actors to steal scenes, just for the hell of it if they were older and to put down a marker for the future if they were younger, but that doesn’t seem to have occurred to anyone here.
There’s an ironic twist at the end, the kind you used to get in the paranoia thrillers of the 1970s. Cracking start, good ending, but not very much to hook you in between.
Written and directed by ex-cop ex-actor Olivier Marchal from the book by Michel Tourscher.
Goes through the motions without hitting the spot.
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