This has to be one of the worst films from the French stable in many years. With the look of a big-budget national blockbuster, it soon became evident that most of the cash must have been spent on lunch. In parts, the editing was furious but the rhythm was broken on more than one occasion. In effect, the film had been mauled by an axeman of the first order. The supporting cast did their best to keep the plot together. An exterior scene at the Opera House was proof that limited filming permits mean a rushed job. I sat through it, convinced that like a fine wine, it would improve with age. I found it corked. And Romain Duris was the biggest cork ever to have been pulled. If you have nothing better to watch, read a book.
Review of Arsène Lupin
