Film Review
Twenty years on, director Gilles Béhat returns to cinema with
this über-bleak film noir drama, but shows little of the flair and
vigour that illuminated his early films in the genre,
Rue barbare (1984) and
Urgence (1985). In the
intervening two decades, Béhat has been busy pursuing a
successful career in French television, concentrating mainly on crime
dramas. Based on a novel written in the 1980s,
Diamant 13 feels like it was
unearthed from the same decade, and looks like a clumsy attempt to
graft the distinctive neo-noir style of Ridley Scott's
Blade
Runner (1982) onto a modern ultra-violent crime film,
typified by Olivier Marchal's
36 Quai des Orfèvres
(2004), complete with stomach churning bodily eviscerations, exploding heads
and the odd decapitation. Lovely, just what you need after watching
The Sound of Music (1965).
Olivier Marchal not only collaborated with Béhat on the script,
he plays one of the lead characters in the film, but the film compares
very poorly with his own directorial offerings. Despite a
commendable central performance from Gérard Depardieu (if only
the script had been better he might have been nominated for a
César) the film fails to sustain the viewer's interest, partly
because the plot is so heavily entrenched in overly familiar
clichés, but mainly because it is singularly lacking in human
feeling. The world that Béhat presents is a soulless
crime-ridden hinterland that appears to be in permanent darkness, a
pale imitation of the nightmare vista conjured up by
Blade Runner, and the characters
might just as well be robots - an uninteresting, unsympathetic ensemble
of tedious pulp fiction caricatures. With little on the character
front to hold our attention, Béhat's stilted directorial
approach soon becomes stale and wearisome, and by the mid-point you
really have lost the will to live. Even Julie Andrews singing
about dew drops and kittens is preferable to this.
© James Travers 2013
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Film Synopsis
Mat is a world-weary cop who has long had his illusions torn from him.
Now in his late fifties, one of the least enthusiastic members of the 13th
night division, he carries out his professional duties with an almost robotic
perfunctoriness. A solitary and emotionless individual, he is troubled
by his past - a past littered with blunders that have badly hampered his
career - and has no hopes for the future. The world he inhabits is
dark and lonely, and Mat finds it increasingly difficult to know who are
the good guys and who are the bad guys. The stench of corruption seems
to cling to everyone he comes into contact with, including his own fellow
cops.
Mat's life takes a dramatic turn when, one day, an old friend of his, Franck,
gets in touch with him and makes him a strange proposal. It seems that
Franck, a cop assigned to a team that combats drugs trafficking, has uncovered
a massive money laundry scheme in which several prominent individuals - including
a number of high-ranking police officials - are implicated. It seems
that the task of exposing this fantastic operation is more than Franck can
handle by himself, so he needs Mat's help in bringing this off.
Self-preservation concerns Mat more than becoming a hero, so realising that
his friend is getting himself into deep water he refuses to give his support.
When he learns, a short while later, that Franck has been killed, Mat feels
impelled to look into the affair. If he needed an incentive to risk
his own neck on an operation of this magnitude, the brutal death of his one
and only friend provides just that. It is with uncharacteristic assiduity
that Mat throws himself into what might well be his very last investigation...
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