Subway

High-speed trains, stations lighted or in dark, crowded or deserted, underground tunnels and the mazes of the subway networks have long been an ideal space for interesting films and especially for quality thrillers, from his Larry Peerce's 'The Incident' from 1967 until 'Kontroll' by the Hungarian director Nimród Antal made in 2003. 'Subway' made in 1985 by Luc Besson fits well in this good company. It was only the second feature film of the French director made when he was only 26 years old, but we can already find here many of the creative and original features, the pace, the audacity, and a degree of disregard for the social and cinematic norms that they would make him one of the important names of French and international cinema in the coming decades.

Luc Besson takes a story not too original and does not do too much to develop it beyond the basic premises. We don't have too much psychology in this movie, its story and the characters don't offer too many interesting things at first glance. An occasional burglar breaks a safe deposit when invited at a high bourgeoisie party, a young and beautiful rich woman gets tired of her tycoon and gangster husband and of the hypocritical conventions of the upper classes and looks for something else, the two will be chased by a police commissioner who seems to have come from other French police films and his incompetent subordinates, competing with a gang of gangsters incompetent as well. What is different is the setting in which the action takes place, which is for the most part the seemingly infinite maze of underground Paris. This was, in fact, the space in which the story of many books (signed among others by Victor Hugo, Alexandre Dumas, Gerard de Nerval, Gaston Leroux) and some films inspired by these books takes place, but here we are dealing with an underground world invaded by the modernity and the technology of the 80's. And yet, this is a different and contrasting world than the one 'above', where many unexpected things are possible from love stories to the formation of musical groups. Dangers, violence, tragedies are not lacking either.

Viewers who will focus on the way the film is made and the colorful characters that populate the underworld will find plenty of reasons of satisfaction in the 'Subway'. The film begins with a spectacular pursuit that seems to belong to Luc Besson's later films, but continues underground, where cinematography and scenery create the feeling of dynamic claustrophobia accompanying the entire film. Isabelle Adjani is gorgeous, a bleak beauty looking for an alternative to a glittering but empty of content life. Christopher Lambert has the most remarkable performance in this film, a role very different from others in his career. I also was delighted by the presence of Jean Reno in an original role that precedes his fame and by Michel Galabru, a formidable actor whose roles as police commissioner fit him like a glove. Éric Serra's music accompanies the film and is part of the action. Luc Besson has managed with 'Subway' not only to make a special and original film, which has enjoyed public success as well, but has also signed a declaration of independence from the film noir or the traditional French action films proving that it is decided to make cinematography his way.

I love French cinema, just so you know. However... This movie has no plot, no character development, no vision, and no coherence. It starts nowhere and goes nowhere. It doesn't so much "end" as much as it just "stops". I own this film on DVD, and I can't even give it away because I'd feel responsible for whoever else would watch it. Besson is a master. Even the masters can craft some dreck. This is a terrible, terrible, terrible film.

When I saw Subway, I wanted to see mostly the talent of Isabelle Adjani, one of my favorites.

As this movie starts, it seems promising with the dark Paris Metro atmosphere, which is a bit similar to our Subway system in Montreal. The weird caracters, the forbidden passageways and of course the hideout, that subway security can't detect nor approach.

But the story is slow despite good performances and the up-going suspence, that if security can snatch those guys. And by the middle of the movie, mostly the last half hour, it is boring.

Too bad for a story which started so well with such a offbeat caracter like Christophe Lambert (in blond, clad in a dark trenchcoat and bearing a neon stick) falling in love with a rich, sultry woman like Isabelle Adjani...

See it for curiosity only...

It would be difficult to describe "Subway." Fortunately, I threw it into the DVD player knowing only who directed it, who starred in it, and that it was set in the Paris Metro. Maybe that was a plus for me, since I had no idea where the serpentine, if occasionally silly, plot was going. Suffice it to say that Christophe Lambert is chased into the Paris Metro, clutching some files that Isabelle Adjani is desperate to get her hands on. Of course, there's a romance with them, and a number of supporting characters--a roller skating purse snatcher, a smart cop, a dumb cop, a philosophical flower vendor, etc. Like many Luc Besson films, this one is over the top from the get-go, a crazy ride to nowhere, surreal, perhaps, but a bit obtuse at times with its eye-rolling symbolism. But it's fun, especially the excessive 80s look of the costumes and hairstyles, and Eric Serra's synth-and-bass-heavy soundtrack. Between Lambert and Adjani, I have to reserve all the praise for the lady, who deliciously scores with superb comic timing.

I watched this again to see if the integration of flashy Hollywood values into French cinema looked any better fifteen years on, and it really didn't. The movie's extremely loose plot and visual restlessness have their engaging elements, although more in theory than practice: I wish, for example, that the contrast between the initial elegance of the spiky-haired tuxedoed Lambert suggesting a punkish James Bond, and his ultimate incarnation as a doomed Robin Hood, were more interesting. The movie also contains traces of anarchy (Adjani disrupting a constipated upper-class dinner party); conventional send-up (the ineffectual cops); scattered cultural references; and apparent unapologetic self-indulgence. It occasionally makes it as a kind of scrapbook of high-concept images and impressions, but is probably best summed up by Lambert's ineffectual, smirking central void of a protagonist. The final delivery of a would-be significant message through an utterly trashy song doesn't cap it off much.