A rather atypical role for Alain Delon, in the sense that his character is not a super-confident super-cop or something along those lines, but a regular guy (by Delon standards; after all, he's still a professional poker player with a free-spirited Italian girlfriend who proves yet again that a girl's breast size doesn't really matter as long as she's comfortable with her body) who gets accidentally mixed up with a series of assassinations and becomes a target. He seems to be in over his head for a while, but eventually he takes the offensive. The film itself, however, is pretty typical stuff; the story is thin, and there is one of the most inept assassination attempts ever made by a pair who are supposedly at the top of their field (they try to drown Delon in a sea full of swimmers!). On the plus side, there is a memorably shocking scene involving a door's eyehole, and a typically fine Remy Julienne-supervised Paris car chase. ** out of 4.
Review of Three Men to Kill
