In America, at least, any film that's not in English holds a certain cache. If it's in French, it's assume the filmmaker must be doing something different or trying to make some clever intellectual point. That's not the case here. This film is the French Plan 9.
It opens early in the morning in a junkyard where the owner gets shot. Rather than call the cops, his girlfriend pursues the shooter trading gunfire. Standard stuff, right? Wrong. Someone else is actually *working* in the junkyard. And continues to work as the two shoot at each other. The girlfriend runs into a forest...full of prostitutes. The shooter follows. The chase proceeds to a carnival that's getting ready to open. Bullets fly. And, again, the employees just kind of watch as one by one everyone is killed. No one even bothers to register the gun battle going on or the bodies dripping blood down the ramps of the rides. Again, fine, it's fiction. Really, really bad fiction.
But then it jumps the shark. This must be a helluva battle with unlimited ammo and incredible stamina because, suddenly, it's night time. It's not that the lighting just looks bad, the script literally has the actors saying it's night time. Why? Because they end up in a graveyard and graveyards are spookier at night.
That's the first ten minutes or so of the movie and it goes downhill from there until the final reel when the reason for all of this idiocy is revealed. And the reason pushes credibility past the point of no return. But not in a good way. Not in a way that makes you consider questions of human nature and revenge. But in a way that makes you wonder how this thing got greenlighted and why you can see kind of see why some Americans hate the French.
