Le Cercle Rouge

Alain Delon sett gjennom et dørhull i Jean-Pierre Melvilles klassiker Le Cercle Rouge.

Gliding almost without speech down the dawn streets of a wet Paris winter, these men in trench coats and fedoras perform a ballet of crime, hoping to win and fearing to die. Some are cops and some are robbers. To smoke for them is as natural as breathing. They use guns, lies, clout, greed and nerve with the skill of a magician who no longer even thinks about the cards. They share a code of honor which is not about what side of the law they are on, but about how a man must behave to win the respect of those few others who understand the code.

Hentet fra Roger Eberts omtale av Le Cercle Rouge (1970).

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  1. Usedvanlig tøft. Men den frakken…de tøffe, over-selvsikre replikkene…potensialet for billiard-relatert slapstick…jeg klarer ikke å unngå å småhumre og fantasere om hva Clouseau / Sellers ville fått ut av denne scenen.

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