Stop me if you've heard this one before: a drug syndicate is killing people in Paris. A young and (supposedly) top-class police officer is assigned to bring them down. That's it for plot. The hero is a pretty nondescript and inexpressive figure, so at some point the film switches to a crooked lawyer who's working for the syndicate, and who is pushed to his limits by both sides; in this role, Robert Hossein is literally the only somewhat interesting character in the film, which also lacks memorable action scenes or locations. Just about the ONLY inspired touch comes at the opening credits, which appear and get "deleted" by a car's windshield wipers; after that point, this film is like a hundred others, most of them much better. * out of 4.
Review of L'homme qui trahit la mafia
