Police Python 357

Finally a film that will have you gripped to your seat till the end, and yet which is neither melodramatic nor manipulative. Great cinematography and music and of course, the cast, let alone a tight plot make this film a must-see. From the always reborn love triangle, the story develops with the right timing, faster than your average French film, and yet without anything of the Hollywood clichés that usually ruin everything. Signoret is lovable as the handicapped wife who nevertheless seems to always know everything. "dbdumonteil" on IMDb is right on track about the depersonalisation, thus adding another layer of interpretation to an already engrossing flick. I agree with "Olof" reviewer on Amazon that "Alain Corneau didn't exploit Stefania Sandrelli's scene stealing abilities", thou.

I am still wondering why Inspector Ménard does... what he does (can't say more), but my only hunch is that "violence redeems sins". I am open to hearing from other reviewers, as I can't make up my mind about his change of attitude. Of course, the fact that a film 25 years old can leave you thinking after it's over is yet another reason why you might enjoy this movie.

Like his elder brothers, Claude Sautet and Jean-Pierre Melville, Alain Corneau began to cut his teeth in French cinema with a series of fine thrillers: "la Menace" (1977) and "Série Noire" (1979) among others. "Police Python 357" is a good example of how Corneau conceived and shot his works at this time of his career. They had a splendid cinematography, painstaking screenplays and a sophisticated directing elaborated for efficiency's sake.

The police superintendent Ferrot (Yves Montand) is a cop with unconventional methods who usually works all alone. He makes the acquaintance of a young woman Sylvia Léopardi (Stefania Sandrelli) and becomes her lover while ignoring that she has another lover: his superior Ganay (François Périer). When the latter learns it, he kills her in a fit of anger. Ferrot has to investigate the murder and all the clues are inexorably against him...

One could deem that this kind of far-fetched story isn't exempt from glitches and sometimes, one can see right through it but Corneau's pedantic directorial style helps to conjure up a stifling, dusky atmosphere. The first part of the film before the night of the murder might seem uninteresting and however, it is crucial for what will follow this key-moment. Corneau falls back on a sober treatment with rather sparse moments and short appearances by secondary, minor characters whom the viewer will see again during the investigation. In spite of drawbacks, Corneau and his scenarist Daniel Boulanger penned a deft story. Ménard (Mathieu Carrière) who sometimes expresses his surprise because Ferrot keeps a relatively low profile during the investigation. But his superior knows that he usually works alone. Actually, Ferrot has to find solid tricks to muddy the waters and so to exonerate himself. Eventually, the chief idea of the film concerns Ferrot himself. He's a cop who bit by bit loses his identity and finds himself in the heart of a terrible depersonalization. It is epitomized by the moment when he throws himself acid on his face so that witnesses won't recognize him when he is brought face to face with them.

The backdrop of this thriller, Orléans is efficiently enhanced by Corneau's camera and helps to inspire this eerie thriller its pernicious charm.

first was Alain Corneau a fan of J P Meville?? in the film there is a scene where François Périer(the bad guy) looking at his shaving mirror, and adjusting his hat. and it reminds me of Melville's film "the samouri"

well the film is almost Yves Montand's monodrama, he walks as he walked in "the red circle",he shoots like he shot in"Z" only his old face has become older since then.. I admit he is not that type of hero----he is not looking very tough, he is no Belmondo or Ventura when he knocks down some guys in film , it's just ridiculous and unbelievable for me , oh , I shake my head and say that's not his job at all.. after all, do you believe the old ,senescent,grandpa could easily beat up a young lad who is apparently stronger and swifter than him?

Montand could have done more political thrillers , not action thriller which I think is his weakest strength

so the film fails

The 'inside' joke here is that Yves Montand wears throughout the same jacket the Clint Eastwood wore as 'Dirty Harry'. This could have backfired badly had this movie laid an egg but as it turned out it is one of both the director and his leading actor's best efforts. No one writes in a vacuum, of course, and those with long memories will recall Charles Laughton asking Ray Milland to investigate a murder that he (Laughton) himself had committed and then making Milland the patsy. This in turn was echoed in Orson Welles' "Mr. Arkadin". No matter, we can always use one more outstanding thriller and this one fits the bill to a tee shirt or, if you will, jacket. Montand scores heavily, as you would expect, as the cop who is unaware that his boss is sleeping with his (Montand's) girl friend. When, one night, a quarrel ends in tears the boss, also unaware that he shares a lover with his best detective, assigns Montand to the case, and the fascination lies in seeing Montand peeling the onion that will lead to himself (he had gone to call on his girl friend, unaware that she had been killed and left, natch, clues to his visit). Montand's real-life wife, the great Simone Signoret, turns in a fine cameo as the wife of the police chief and the poignant scene where she asks Montand's help in shooting herself is not only a highlight but to those aware of the on-set drama surrounding the scene (Signoret had enormous difficulty in going thru with it)a fitting remembrance of one of the all-time great French actresses. A feast for Montand fans.

Kenneth Fearing wrote poetry for love and pulp fiction for money. Should the plot of this sylish enterprise from Alain Corneau seem vaguely familiar it is because Fearing's novel 'The Judas Picture' had already been filmed as 'The Big Clock' and would turn up again in 'No Way Out'. Indeed Corneau's film is a nod to Hollywood as its enigmatic title refers to a firearm issued to the American police.

France produced more than its fair share of 'Policiers' in the 1970's which are basically pulp but with excellent production values and this one is no exception. Stylish cinematography and taut editing enable the film to justify its two hour length. There is no doubting its power to grip and to hold ones attention.

This is due in no small part to the protagonists being played by Yves Montand, Francois Périer, Simone Signoret and Stephania Sandrelli.

Like so many actors Montand gained depth with maturity and is utterly compelling here as a police inspector whose professional and emotional life is unravelling and who goes to the most extreme lengths to conceal his identity! Stalwart Périer is superb as a jealous, middle-aged man whose moment of madness wreaks such havoc and Sandrelli brings an added dimension to the role of unwitting femme fatale. One runs out of superlatives when speaking of Simone Signoret, an artiste of great courage who seemed totally devoid of vanity and who made the difficult transition from sex symbol to character actress. She lends an especially emotional presence here as Périer's invalid wife.

Whether the plot evolves into grotesque absurdity or surreal nightmare is of course down to the individual viewer but while watching this bizarre tale unfold I was reminded of Einstein's observation that "the Earth is the insane asylum of the Universe."