La fredda alba del commissario Joss

I think it an error to judge this film on plot alone - the story is the skeleton of a brightly stylized action fantasy which surely owes much to the garish Japanese crime films of the mid '60s. The police offices are not the grimy smoke-stained green-painted reality of battered wood desks and clattering file cabinets, but more nearly resemble the lair of the master-criminal with pivoting wall maps, poster-sized mug shots, and moving silhouettes cast on frosted glass walls. Police activity is a montage of blinking lights, fingers pressing buttons, walls of TV screens, streams of punched tape, and they thunder around the city in streamlined sports cars, not blocky grayish sedans. The inevitable night club is half surrealism, half agitprop performance, through which the stolid and always immaculate protagonist floats like an iceberg. The criminals drag their elaborate apparatus from the trunk of a huge sculptured American car and shoot gouts of flame and bazooka rockets in an eternally gray French winter, setting the snow itself on fire. They pour out of bright yellow mail trucks and blast machine guns at an army of police through obscuring clouds of drifting smoke. Le Pacha deserves to be viewed with fresh eyes because every scene and setting is stimulating and rewarding.

In Paris, there is the heist of priceless gems from an armored car and the police escort in an empty road. The criminal Quinquin (André Pousse) delivers the packages of gems to the dealer Marcel le Coréen (Pierre Koulak) and receives the payment for the robbery. Instead of sharing the money with his gang, Quiquin kills them all. Meanwhile, Inspector Joss (Jean Gabin) is investigating the heist and learns that his childhood friend, Inspector Gouvion (Robert Dalban), was the only survivor from the attack. When Gouvion is found dead by a gunshot in his apartment, there is a doubt whether it was an accident or suicide. However, Joss believes he was murdered. When the body of the gangster Leon (Henri Déus) is found shot in a submerged car in a lake, Joss meets his sister Nathalie Villar (Dany Carrel), who works in a nightclub and knows Gouvion, and begins to resolve the cases.

"Pasha" is a great police story in the old days, without the whining of the present days where criminals and corrupt politicians and businessmen are not sent to prison due to the justice systems. Inspector Joss, performed by the excellent Jean Gabin, resolves the problem with the killer Quiquin without any additional cost to the society. My vote is seven.

Title (Brazil): "O Paxá" ("The Pasha")

Well, it may possibly not have aged that well, notably the story line, that's pretty linear, but this film nevertheless has a few decent assets.

First, the cast, granted you get Gabin playing lead, or rather freewheeling lead, but look at the rest of the cast : an impressive array of distinctive supporting actors, many of which can be spotted in many other films of the day, who do a spendid job in here, even when silent. For example, André Pousse has the perfect face for the ruthless gangster job he does in the movie.

Second asset is the mood, a sort of sticky, foggy, terribly square version of the late sixties. The final scene in a rundown factory is truly awesome. This atmosphere is enhanced by Serge Gainsbourg's splendidly sober score (Gainsbourg himself appears in one scene, singing the striking "Requiem pour un con"), based on mesmerising percussion loops (way ahead of its time) or very gentle hammond organ parts. Oh and one song by Brigitte Bardot ("Harley Davidson") is also featured as background to one scene.

Third, which can only be fully appreciated with a good command of French, is the script and dialogue, where Michel Audiard delivers some of his hilarious trademark one-liners, such as "le jour où on mettra les cons sur orbite, ben t'as pas fini de tourner" ["the day they'll put gits on orbit, you'll be far from stopping to revolve"], which rely on slang and adequate delivery to give an unmistakable texture to the lines.

The only real downers here are the embarrassingly "hip" nightclub scenes, complete with sitar-laden raga-rock, that are pretty unwatchable to today's standards.

Last point : it's pretty violent for its time, but in an almost choreographed way, which could in a way evoke "Spaghetti" Westerns or Sam Peckinpah's work...

An enjoyable slice of 1960s french cinema, simply does the job.

To put it mildy ,the screenplay is trite,as old as the hills : a cop wants to do away with a mobster who reigns over the underworld and is responsible for so many deaths it's impossible to count them all.

The interest lies elsewhere ,and there is considerable appeal for fans of the French sixties::first of all Lautner's lines are a delight,one of them (about putting the stupid b.........into orbit ) has become a classic of sorts ; the cast is splendid : Gabin is true to form , André Pousse is given for once a chance to shine as the straight-face ruthless criminal who want to have his cake and eat it;Dany Carrel is simply gorgeous as the naive girl used as a lure......Not only Serge Gainsbourg wrote the soundtrack (essentially based on drums)but the viewer attends a little bit of one of his recording sessions: the best rock/pop songwriter France has ever known smokes when he's singing! Two of his songs are included : the first one ("requiem pour un c......")provides a fitting epitaph for Gabin's friend ;as it it were not enough , it's followed by the de rigueur homage by the well-meaning people who praise a man of honor, a resistant fighter , a great patriot,etc. Gabin ,although part of the establishment , mumbles words that show another side of the departed:then begins a flashback .

There's a darker side to "le pacha" ; both the superintendent ("Le Pacha" ) and his friend were about to retire and for the former it's a journey through the past,("It's a seedy part of the town" says a cop; "thank you, Gabin replies ,I was born and raised around here")

"La Pacha", as a whole is OK. It's not quite up to the Melville standard of tough-guy intrigue, but it'll do.

Dampening the initial, promising tempo, unfortunately, is Jean Gabin who seems to be one of those popular actors who's fallen into an artistic pit – and is destined to remain there. If you've seen one of his films, you've seen them all. The exception might be one of his rare comedies, such as "Le Tatoué" (together with Louis de Funès) where he displays an once of versatility. In "La Pacha" however, he's more like a worn-out prop than a necessary figure, and thank God for that for if he'd succeeded in dominating the film too much it would not have been worth seeing at all.

I must also say that Serge Gainsbourg's soundtrack single is annoying: disrupting the story like thrusting a jagged toothpick into your eardrum with un-choreographic jolts, all through the film. It is certainly malplacé and it was quite unnecessary, as the slide-sound mixer was surely available in 1968.