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22 Bullets

Starts December 2

Eight masked gunmen shoot a man with 22 bullets; it sounds like overkill but evidently it isn’t. Charly Matteï survives (hence the original title “l’immortel”) and recovers rather speedily. The final words (‘la vita’!) of an aria had been his last before he collapses on the floor of a parking garage. This is a Mafia film and naturally he sang along to Italian opera that blasted portentously from his car stereo while he steered towards this fateful destination. That is kitsch and cliché, and too bad there is more to come. Charly (Reno), formerly ‘godfather’ of the Marseille underworld, had sworn off violence & crime to become a caring family man. Now of course he can’t leave it to the police to find out who wants him dead and to avenge the assault. There are some exciting car/motorcycle chases through gorgeous landscape; I had to wonder though how Charly, past midlife & recently comatose, transforms on his bike into an athletic, slighter version of himself. Crawling with difficulty through the barbed wire that surrounds his adversary’s (Merad) compound looks more believable (no stunt?) but is painful to watch after these elegant races.
The script though loosely based on a real event is thin and predictable, with brutal and overly drastic violence and failed attempts to be funny. What earns this film 2* anyway are performances by Reno and Merad, camera and score.

Script /Direction: Richard Berry
With: Jean Reno, Kad Merad, Marina Foïs

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