Mesrine: Killer Instinct (L'instinct de mort) Reviews
This first chapter, 'Mesrine: Killer Instinct' is a nail-biting blast. The movie features a fantastic lead performance by Vincent Cassel and a break-neck pace that doesn't let up. Can't wait for Part 2!
Pow. Algeria 1959. French bloke with a slightly different comedy moustache has to shoot some Algerian woman but shoots her husband instead.
Wallop. Real France 1960. French bloke with another slightly different comedy moustache is a bit cheesed off to be living back at his parents but luckily is thrown straight into a world of open top sports cars, saucy strumpets, unquenchable cigarettes and multiple comedy moustaches by his not quite as French chum. Meets Andre the Giant.
Kapow. Spain 1961. Saucy Spanish sorts have no answer to the charming advances of swarthy French bloke with a slightly different comedy moustache. Spanish sort is soon with child.
And the beat goes on. More of the same, skipping time, people, places, unfiltered Gitanes and lascivious leer permanently in place, Mesrine launching headfirst into ever more ludicrous escapades. At one point he even grows a beard but soon thinks better of it and grows another slightly different comedy moustache.
I know I'm yet to see vol. 2 but I'm ever so slightly surprised at the amount of praise this received on release. I know it's an enjoyable romp and all but change the smart suits for tracksuits, the slightly different comedy moustaches for sparser, chavvier affairs and is the film really that different from any of those Nick Love/Danny Dyer pieces? There's no real depth to it, not much in the way of rhyme or reason, but Cassell, Andre, various strumpets and the vast array of comedy moustaches mean there's far worse ways you could spend an hour and a half on a filthy winter's evening