This unintentionally funny French heist movie is mired by its late-'70s aesthetic. Francis Huster is the swaggering hero, all but popping out of super-tight beige slacks and ruefully mouthing lines that mention "the poetry of the cash balance". The earnest political radicalism seems dated and risible now, but the direction is competent and the bank heist itself is good fun.
This unintentionally funny French heist movie is mired by its late-’70s aesthetic. Francis Huster is the swaggering hero, all but popping out of super-tight beige slacks and ruefully mouthing lines that mention “the poetry of the cash balance”. The earnest political radicalism seems dated and risible now, but the direction is competent and the bank heist itself is good fun.
