French Connection II

The French Connection and its sequel are the Grandfather to such classics as To Live and Die in L.A., Copland, and Narc, and the anti-thesis of all of those 80's flops either far too "Hollywood" or far too "by the book". Hackman is still the "knock down, drag out", shoot first ask later 2-fisted narc that doesn't know what Miranda means that he was in part I, but with a change of scenery that takes him across the pond. The terrain has changed, but the raw unadulterated character acting of Hackman still makes it one hell of a roller coaster ride.

Rife with dirty cops, drug smugglers, and French thugs, this movies direction and writing reminds instantly that it is part of the production catalyst that would later see series like The Shield have such success in prime time TV. The 70's rarely pulled punches when it came to top billed cop movies, starting with Dirty Harry, the original French Connection and then snowballing into classics like Serpico. The French Connection II is no exception. This movie won't disappoint any fan of either the original, or anyone that wanted to see for themselves Gene Hackman carrying a lead action role almost through the screen.

Popeye Doyle is now in France to find the drug dealer. The film continues the story, this time John Frankenheimer takes the directing reins.

The film's style is not that different from the first film, it feels part of the series, not detached at all.

Gene Hackman actually gets better, he really gets more out of his acting in this one. The film is very much character driven, very little action. The Cold Turkey sequence is mindblowing. Doyle is shown as a flawed character as is Alain Charnier, this adds to the realism.

The direction is excellent, I'm glad the style didn't change too much.

The photography is less gloomy but the locations are similar to the first film.

I am Robin Moore, the author of The French Connection. I was paid the film rights for The French Connection, was on the set during the filming and at the Oscars when the award was presented.

When I was writing the French Connection Sonny Grosso and Eddie Eagan came down to Jamaica to my Blue Lagoon. While they were there Barry Sadler and his wife, Lavonia, joined us. Barry and I had written The Ballad of The Green Berets a few years previously.

I enjoyed The French Connection II, however, I spent a lot of time trying to get paid, but never succeeded. Sad. After the French Connection II came out a lawyer in NY got me to sign the rights to The French Connection over to his law firm so I wouldn't be able to get any money from anything that came after The French Connection. We writers are always getting burnt by the film industry!

I last saw Sonny Grosso in NY a couple of years ago. I took the two emergency cops (the ones who raised the flag at The World Trade Centre) to meet Sonny and they gave him a copy of their DVD.

ROBIN MOORE...

Robin Moore...

Shipping Jimmy "Popeye" Doyle across the Atlantic to France, where he meets up with political exile director John Frankenheimer, does give this freestanding sequel to The French Connection a certain autonomy, even if the filmmakers ultimately end up sacrificing suspense and urgency along the way. The plot again revolves around heroin-smuggling led by drug kingpin Alain Charnier (Fernando Rey), but this picture only really comes alive and starts feeling authentic once it delves into Doyle's budding heroin addiction following a kidnapping. The film's best scene has Gene Hackman firing on all cylinders - drunk and in heroin-withdrawal, he alternately lashes out on and leans on his French colleague Henri Barthélémy (Bernard Fresson), and there's a riveting authenticity to Hackman's work in this and contiguous segments. And it certainly makes "Popeye" and also the film's rather predictable finale more relevant in the process.

Review: French Connection II

If ever there was a character who embodied the mantra of "too much is never enough," it's Gene Hackman's Jimmy "Popeye" Doyle in French Connection II. Hackman reprises his role with an intensity that could best be described as equal parts compelling and concerning. His relentless, almost cartoonishly excessive approach to policing makes Dirty Harry look like a yoga instructor. Popeye's antics aren't just rough-and-tumble - they're bulldozer-in-a-china-shop rough. And while this gung-ho style may have paved the way for generations of gritty cop characters, it's hard not to think that Popeye could benefit from either a few anger management sessions or a permanent holiday in a padded cell. His methods make policing in a banana republic look measured by comparison.

The film itself is a curious beast. Unlike the taut, Oscar-winning original, the sequel takes a fragmented approach, peppering the narrative with moments that feel as disconnected as Doyle himself after a few too many drinks. The cold turkey subplot, while ambitious, overstays its welcome - much like a guest who insists on recounting their detox journey in excruciating detail. Yes, it's gripping at times, but also drawn out to the point of exhaustion.

Yet, despite its flaws, there's a certain charm to French Connection II. It reflects the 1970s in all its unfiltered glory: raw, experimental, and unafraid to show its dark underbelly. And let's not forget, this was a sequel - a concept still relatively novel at the time. Its boldness deserves applause, even if its execution occasionally falters.

Ultimately, French Connection II is a reflective, uneven ride through the mind of a cop who might just be too unhinged for his own good. Entertaining? Absolutely. Timeless? Not quite. But it's an enjoyable throwback to a time when sequels were rare, and heroes like Doyle were as flawed as the stories they inhabited.