Maigret se equivoca por última vez

Sadly the Maigret's trilogy reach in the end "Maigret Voit Rouge" where Jean Gabin as Jules Maigret had a hard task against American gangster at Paris, it somewhat changes the early format on previous ones, as usually the French people were labeled as unpleasant hospitable, here its applied fully perfectly on Maigret's behavior over the foreign gangsters and with Italian-American Pozzi (Vittorio Sanipoli) Manhattan's owner bar, whose he threatens a harsh deportation, equally he scolds the pretty Lily (Françoise Fabian) by she coming from Belgium, alluding their as simply visitors in the so blessing French ground, the plot is the unusual, three American mob gangsters are in Paris to silence a potential French convict who was years at large in USA which bear witness to FBI against a powerful Chicago Mobster, even having a good connection at USA's embassy with a diplomat Harry Mc Donald (Paul Carpenter) who give him puny datum, then Maigret gropes in the dark, however wisely sets a trap with a a redolent cheese to catch the rats at Manhattan's bar at starting point, aside a minor flaws this movie has so many fair qualities and elements that allow hook the viewers, some colorful character as the countryside old Dr. Fezin who speak in an upscale parlance on Kafkaesque language on rare eloquence, Hellenistic philosophy in figurative language, and the unlucky Inspector who was trounced meanwhile looking for his great case, whilst the frantic Jules Maigret explores all his stockpile of abilities to draw some hint which shall reach on the truth, pleasant and even funny mystery of the Maigret's farewell!!

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First watch: 2020 / How many: 1 / Source: DVD / Rating: 7.25

Police inspector Guy Decomble is sent out to deal with pilfering from a market. On his way, he finds a man who has just been shot by three men in a car. When he goes to find help, another car picks the injured man up. Then Decomble is grabbed by the shooters, Americans who question him and beat him unconscious. In his third appearance as Maigret, Jean Gabin has only a pair of American sunglasses to lead him to the answers.

It's clearly a programmer, taking advantage of Gabin's excellence and Georges Simenon's unlikely detective stories -- this is adapted from one of them. Still, Gabin puts in a fair day's work. He's one of those performers, like Ann Sheridan, who are clearly concentrating on whatever they are doing at the moment, whether it's bussing dishes or removing the band from a cigar. Gabin's Maigret is a man who asks questions, gives orders, and that's it. It may seem barebones, but one of the reasons I stopped reading Simenon's books is that his Maigret is exactly the same.

All this results in a tight movie with a mystery which makes so little sense that only Maigret can figure it out. At least, he says he has it figured out before having someone else explain.

"Maigret Voit Rouge" is the last of the Gabin-Maigret trilogy, and unfortunately the least given how strong and memorable the first installements were. Gabin is still the same,:serene, confident, efficient, taking the shortcomings of his job like a pro and sometimes like the old wise man he became with age. I did enjoy the film to the degree that I became familiar with Maigret's routine, police procedurals and capability to handle new investigation techniques according to the situation. I liked the way the film confronted Maigret to American gangsters insisting that they belonged to a new breed of criminals to which French police shouldn't try to get mixed with... unfortunately, the villains don't live up to that reputation, and the film doesn't hold as well as the other despite a good third act.

Here's the problem with the film, unlike the first opuses, it doesn't follow the whodunit structure... though "Sets a Trap" didn't leave much suspense on the criminal's identity near the second act, there was some remaining shadows and clouds of uncertainty to clear and we were literally hooked to Maigret, driven by a stressful but enthralling interest. The second film was even more powerful as it featured a plot à la Agatha Chrisite and culminating with the gathering of all suspects before the big reveal, the soul of a mystery film is to keep the secret long enough to captivate, the audience, leaving enough latitude so we can process our own thoughts and wait for the big reveal that must come as a shocker no matter how prepared we are. It's a game played between the storyteller and the viewer and in the first two films, the third one doesn't have a shocker.

In fact, it couldn't afford one, as it's not a mystery film a simple gangster film, and an average one at that. It starts with a bunch of Americans first shooting a man and for some reason taking him to the car, with a witness consisting of a second-rate police officer named Lognon (Guy Decomble) the first immersion. I had a problem with that scene, I didn't think it was shot well. Did the gangsters intend to kill or kidnap? It's not very clear and given the number of bullets the target they got, either ways, they were incompetent. The second problem (and a big one) is the casting of Michel Constantin. He's a good actor and has a great screen presence, intimidating and effective for the villain, but dammit, was the budget so tight that they couldn't get an American actor? Having Constantin dubbed by an American with that typical nasal voices you hear in old newsreel or Looney Tunes parodues were awkward and never struck as natural.

The problem is that these gangster flicks aim for a minimum of realism and no matter how hard I try to overlook that problem, whenever he opened his mouth, I cringed... I don't think it was also fair to the actor who occasionally let a few French words slip through his mouth as if he was tired to move his lips without uttering a word. So the film is a decent thriller but there are many shortcomings in the execution, maybe because the villains weren't that interesting to begin with: one of them is the nicest guy and has an infatuation with a girl named Lili (Françoise Fabian) who hosted them after the kidnapping, and the other is a boxer who keeps opening his mouth to say nothing special. I didn't care for these Americans, too superficial or uninteresting, I guess they were intended as caricatures of masculinity made in Hollywood, but it's a rather superficial vision that doesn't male for a believable social comment.

But the film has a few characters who save the day, apart from maigret, Lognon makes for a great punching ball inspiring Maigret the kind of lines you never know if they're mockeries or compliments, he was touching in his ineptitude, there's the Sicilian bartended Pozzo (Vittorio Sanipoli) whose interactions with Maigret contained a great deal of lines that you never knew if they were threats or advice, and finally, the laconic and cynical doctor (Robert Armontel) who doesn't say much in the film, only to implode his Diogenian views at end, you never knew if he was serious or really pulling Maigret's leg. And honorable mention to the American Diplomat who allowed Gabin to speak English... and is it me or Gabin has a good English?

The film gets better at the end when things are explained and we can figure what happened and why but someway, the heart wasn't exactly the same, the film was made four years after the second, Gabin's age was starting to show and although he was good in this film, I could feel the fatigue behind his trademark detachment. How ironic that the film ends with him refusing to handle a case, leaving it to Lognon, so he would take a nap. Maybe there's some self-referential truth in that final line.

Maigret voit rouge (1963) is a captivating crime thriller that superbly showcases the detective prowess of the beloved French literary character, Jules Amedee Francois Maigret, as created by Georges Simenon. Directed by Gilles Grangier, the film stays true to the essence of Simenon's novels while offering a unique and memorable cinematic experience.

Jean Gabin's portrayal of Inspector Maigret is both charming and enigmatic. Gabin masterfully embodies the detective's characteristic calm, wisdom, and remarkable intuition. His performance alone makes this film worth watching. The supporting cast, including Françoise Fabian and Paul Frankeur, deliver equally impressive performances, adding depth and intrigue to the story.

Set against the vibrant backdrop of Paris, the film's plot centers around a series of mysterious killings tied to the American underworld. The plot is well-paced, and Grangier's direction artfully keeps the viewer engaged throughout, with suspenseful moments and unexpected twists. The interplay between French and American criminal elements is particularly fascinating, providing a compelling and fresh perspective to the classic crime thriller genre.

The cinematography, by Louis Page, wonderfully captures the 1960s atmosphere and complements the overall tone of the film. The music by Michel Legrand adds an air of elegance and suspense, elevating the movie to an even more engaging experience.

Despite being a product of its time, Maigret voit rouge has aged quite well and still offers an enthralling experience for fans of crime thrillers and classic cinema. While the film may not appeal to everyone, especially those unfamiliar with the character of Maigret, it is an excellent introduction to the detective's world for newcomers and a thrilling installment for longtime fans.

In conclusion, Maigret voit rouge (1963) is a classic crime thriller that showcases a captivating story, a compelling cast, and a distinctive French flair. It is a must-watch for fans of the genre and those interested in exploring the world of Inspector Maigret.

If this Maigret fails to be exciting, blame it on the script (or the novel).When deprived of his social comments,of his psychological dramas,in a nutshell,when he does not portray the social customs of the period,Simenon's novels are nothing but trite gangsters stories.Apart from Maigret himself (played by Gabin the best Maigret that ever was,but elsewhere),there's simply not one interesting character on the screen. Grangier displays respect for the audience though:American gangsters speak English -and not French with an accent as it was often the case in his colleagues' works at the time-;for that matter,hats off to Michel Constantin ,the French tough guy par excellence ,who plays a Yankee and whose English is perfect.

But frankly ,a disappointment.