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Two french policemen are looking for a serial killer. This film is like a french "Silence of the Lambs". A serial killer leaves headless and handless bodies behind him. There are pretty similar scenes about cutting up dead people to get to know the killer better. But there's no FBI at work here, but the french police. Their methods aren't as sophisticated. And they don't look for a unique madman, cutting up his victims for a special purpose (like producing a skin costume). The killer here is astonishingly normal, simply killing for the pleasure of it, and cutting of heads just to make the work harder for the police, not to keep trophees of any kind. Charles Berling gives an astonishing performance and helps to lead the film in a more phylosophical area, asking one question: What's a life really worth? The answer: In the end it might not be worth much, but it is worth a try having one.