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I watched today's film just to see its star.

Such superficiality is quickly punished.

Nicolas Cazalé is the perfect foil for this kind of fantasy. He is gorgeous and his bad boy image works to convince us that his crimes (nearly killing a cop) are not to be held against him even though he is on the run and will, by the end, be caught and sent to the clink.

But in the meantime he will fall in love and be a romantic hero, have an idyll by the sea and, for more good fortune, not be shot down like a dog by the clever cop who chases him. The cop is entirely empathetic with the thug so he is able to predict the thugs next move rather accurately.

In the meantime, while this pot is boiling, the beautiful Cazalé is shirtless for at least four length scenes although, oddly, we never see him having sex with the girl who goes from being a hostage to being his girlfriend. Or something.

You would think that I did not like this film which is true but I stuck with it and with some artful FF was able to see a lot of the young man. a minimum of the weepy girl and enough of the cop who hunts him down to admire the chase some.

Axiom: Stars seldom make a clunker into a great film. They can only inhabit it so that the viewer forgives the lame goings on and just sits back to enjoy the view.

A generous 3 out of Netflix5 but actually, technically a 2 because of the FF thing.

Labels: films