This
flick was based on unorthodox and happy-go-drug user French author Maurice
G. Dantec’s 1993 novel “La Sirene Rouge”. For some peculiar reason
that only my shrink (who also happens to be my imaginary friend) knows for
certain, I expected a horror/thriller in the same vein as
"Se7en" when slapping
this disc into my DVD player. Where the hell did I get that assumption?
NOTE TO SELF: Just say no. So yes, I was surprised when I got a slack version of
"The
Professional" (or "Leon", if you prefer) instead.
"La
Sirene Rouge" kicked off with a physical/emotional bang and then went on to
randomly entertain throughout. I adored the spiced-up premise, the
pleasant to the eye settings and the taut action bits. Wait till you see
that hotel room shootout! It totally bowled me over via its use of
lighting, silence and psychotic shots. Think the “hotel room” siege
from "The Professional"...but on acid. WOW! Yes, you guessed it, my heaviest
anchor to this canoe ride was unquestionably director Megaton’s (no
relation to the groovy Decepticon leader) visual panache. In my opinion, a
first-class director manages to stir the viewer via the images he puts out
and this dude did just that flamboyantly. Granted, the shoe-polish kind of
kicked into under-drive during the middle block, but the rest was pure
aesthetically mesmerizing gold. NICE! The stellar casting was also a big
plus when it came to this baby crying the right tune. Jean-Marc Barre
(Hugo), in particular, excelled as the quiet, yet deadly, mercenary. I loved
to love him! Young Alexandra
Negrao (Alice) gave a charming show too, while hottie Asia Argento (Anita)
owned the screen in a rare understated and plain-girl type role. GOOD
STUFF!
Where
“La Sirene Rouge” faltered is that it brought up a lot of exciting
themes and subplots, but never ran with them far enough to whoop me silly
to the max. Hugo’s self-loathing wasn’t felt enough, the “snuff”
angle was too vague, the murderous mother felt like a cartoon (too bad,
she was one sick dame), the Asia Argento part was underwritten, while the
father/daughter type relationship Hugo and Alice shared should’ve gone
further. In effect, the intended emotional “bang” the narrative was
supposed to deliver never fully happened for me. Moreover, it didn’t
help matters that the pacing was at times “off” and that the story was
a tad all over the place. Some tightening up was needed! Lastly, although
minor, I have to get this off my battle-axe...that Don Juan Portuguese cop
that wouldn’t take “no” for an answer (yes, she said no, champ…like 3 times!) didn’t vanish out the movie quickly enough for my
liking. What an annoying donkey!
On
the whole, I cha-cha'd to some extent with “La Sirene Rouge”. Sure, it
was uneven, but when the end credits rolled, I could safely say that I got
something above the norm out of it. There was definitely a charm about the
picture (maybe it was the French thing) that rubbed my marbles the right
way. The question is...will "La Sirene Rouge" sing for you?