Mesrine – Public Enemy Number One

                Stylistically at least, albeit not quite on a par in terms of it’s power to engage, Mesrine, Public Enemy Number One matches its predecessor, Killer Instinct. Both suffer, and PENO to a greater extent, from a certain lack of focus, which derives ultimately from the fact that for Jacques Mesrine, at least on this evidence, life was a series of excapades; as he himself has it, “I don’t want to wish my life away”. The net effect is that some characters, notably his daughter, are introduced and exit without much pass being paid to them, the overall style of storytelling resembling that of an excited child talking about a visit to the circus – and then this happened, and then that happened, and then something else happened – with little care for unification, save for the fact that it all “happened” to Mesrine.

                It could be said that the escapades related here differ little from those told in KI , so a simple tedium enters the equation. This is never more in evidence than in the final scenes, which revisit, at that stage, and between the two movies, for the third time, the events leading up to Mesrine’s ambush by French legal forces in Paris. In point of fact, the issue is that we are learning nothing new about Mesrine by these repeated recountings of daring bank raids and heavy-handed extortion attempts. Arguably, our questions arising from KI as to his political credentials are somwewhat dealt with, with the topic being given more treatment onscreeen. This was the era, the 1970’s, of the Baader Meinhof Gang and the Red Brigades, among others, groups who also carried out bank robberies, Mesrine’s apparent principle source of income. But, despite his posturings, and unlike those other organisations, we never learn of him using these ill-gotten gains to progress any political goal.

                Perhaps because he endures little of the abuse at the hands of prison guards that he did in KI, Cassel, playing Mesrine, seems more relaxed here. The best moments for me were the occasional references to Mesrine’s fascination and pride with his public image as France’s most notorious gangster of the day. However, it’s often Cassel, and not Mesrine, that comes across, showing that there is more to breathing life into a persona than growing a gut and unbuttoning your shirt to show off your creation. That being said, we get a good idea of Mesrine’s volatility, and charisma, and there is only so much scope for range when robbing a bank, threatening a kidnap victim, or breaking your knuckles on the head of an outspoken member of the fourth estate.             

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