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Metascore
9 reviews · Provided by Metacritic.com
- 50The New York TimesRachel SaltzThe New York TimesRachel SaltzMr. Marie, making his debut as a director, swathes their tale in a thick coat of style that teeters between cool and mannered.
- 50New York PostFarran Smith NehmeNew York PostFarran Smith NehmeIt’s a mildly interesting thriller — Paris through the eyes of a director who doesn’t know how to make its beauty menacing.
- 50The Hollywood ReporterFrank ScheckThe Hollywood ReporterFrank ScheckSlickly executed with glossy, neon-drenched cinematography and a throbbing techno-music score, Paris Countdown sacrifices substance for stylishness, as has become the distressing tendency of so many recent crime dramas. But its fast pacing, compelling lead performances and frequent doses of action prevent boredom from settling in.
- 40The DissolveSam AdamsThe DissolveSam AdamsParis Countdown has style to burn, where “style” means “uses lots of lighting gels and some camera flourishes,” but it doesn’t have a coherent point of view or a solid take on the genre.
- 40Time OutTime OutDespite the ingredients for a rousing shoot-’em-up (two-timing hit men, a slo-mo shoot-out, chartreuse-filtered scenes in Mexico) it’s hard to buy the leads’ mastery of this world of fist-pumps and violence.
- 38RogerEbert.comRogerEbert.comA middle-aged bromance tucked inside a French crime thriller, a slick and brutal B-action picture that finds writer-director Edgar Marie channeling Nicolas Winding Refn channeling early Michael Mann.
- 30Village VoiceVillage VoiceThe skirmishes are alternately silly and wan. The film's gloomy techno score is its most lasting attribute.
- 30VarietyPeter DebrugeVarietyPeter DebrugeThis been-there-done-that story marks a pretty banal debut for writer-director Alain Marie, who seems far more interested in aping Refn and early-career Michael Mann than in finding his own style.
- 30Los Angeles TimesRobert AbeleLos Angeles TimesRobert AbeleIf Michael Mann, Luc Besson and Quentin Tarantino all ate the same bad sushi together, the unfortunate end result might just resemble the pre-digested pap that is the French thriller Paris Countdown.