An absorbing cop thriller with engaging
cat and mouse thrill, starring and establishing Yves Montand as French Harry
Callaghan. But apart of Clint Eastwood look-a-like jacket there’s no similarity
between either two cops or films. The title of the film derived from the
definite cop gun named ‘Colt Python’ (357 magnum) which was regarded as ‘Rolls
Royce of revolver’.
Marc Ferrot is dedicated cop who
is under grief of his beloved’s murder and he’s the one who’s investigating it.
It is his ill fate that the poor fellow has unknowingly messed the scene of
crime under drunken state and left enough evidences against him instead of real
killer. And so he has to get rid of all his beloved’s memorable gifts and
photographs since any of clue can prove him prime suspect. He has to
investigate his own way, the police way and at the same time keep himself out
of persons who witnessed him with the murdered woman.
The film is not typical whodunit
murder mystery. We see the enigmatic woman, her affairs with two men and than
we see the murder and the murderer and it was not pre planned one but from spur
of the moment one. And than begins the tension between two cops- one the
murderer, the other investigator. And we know who’s who that confronts each
other everyday in Police HQ and still they don’t know who’s who and that’s what
makes it real interesting thing to watch. Director Alain Corneau applied many
twists as the film reaches towards its shattering climax. For Montand its absolutely
memorable lead role of his career and his real life wife Simone Signoret played
know-it-all wheel chaired old woman so impressively in her short screen
presence. Recommended to all French crime/noir fans.
Ratings-7/10
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