It is a film that embodies the story of Pierre Michel, a local police in the city of Marseille. One day, this man is trying to break a major drug issue in the brutal Gatean District. In order to reach his goal, it appears that this policeman has made consistently over many years, but his efforts seem to be incomplete as others take a step forward. Now, Pierre Michel begins to change his tactics and finds the traitor on a different path.
Jimenez hasn't exactly broken the period-crime-thriller mold, but he's built a solid entertainment, with techniques well absorbed from the American movie tradition.
The movie's strength is in its conception of Michel and Zampa, who develop a destructive rivalry, rooted in their mutual determination to prove their superiority.
There is ample photographic evidence that the '70s were not, in fact, the best-looking, coolest decade ever. But you wouldn't know it from watching The Connection.
Excels at playing with expected genre conventions and crime story boilerplate to shrink a globe-trotting incident down to, essentially, a strategic game of cat and mouse.
It's familiar. We see the tale unfolding before our eyes from the beginning. But that doesn't make it any less enjoyable. It's a fast-paced story, confidently told.
It starts with gunshots - a Mercedes and its driver are riddled by motorcycle-riding assassins in broad daylight - and the pace of "The Connection" is bang-bang brisk most of the rest of the way.
