It took me a long time to see one of my favorite directors. Confused the country of production and someone else's scenario. Weber usually shot his own scripts.
The script, although not a fountain, but a storyline, there is no such thing.
The main disadvantage of the picture is the heroes. In all of Weber’s works, there is a desire to empathize with the heroes, but not here. The main characters are annoying.
Pierre Richard is funny, and there's a moron on the screen. Richard gets into ridiculous situations, and you think, well, Christmas trees, that's bad luck. When Broderick gets into ridiculous situations in this movie, you think, how can you do that? It doesn't look organic in these situations.
The woman in the movie is just a guard. It's very effective, but why such aggression? His hand reached for the holster. Again, there is no desire to empathize with the heroine, there is a desire to hit her. Then the aggression subsides a little and the characters begin to dull together.
The other two characters are oligophrenic. In another Weber movie, it would be two idiots, two morons. The difference is that a fool I can forgive something, and a moron infuriates.
The only normal in the film is Jeffrey Jones, he got a negative role and he didn’t screw it up.
So this is Francis Weber's worst film, absolutely atypical for him. There is another American work by Weber – a remake of his own French painting “Runaways”, but this is another case.
5 out of 10