French cinema didn't get more commercial in 1982 - you've got Alain Delon as a hitman who wants to retire, forced to do the inevitable "one last job" (who actually invented this trope, by the way?), falling in love with Catherine Deneuve (who invented that trope?). They canoodle, smoke cigarettes and have great hair while bad music plays on the soundtrack. The baddies force Delon into a job and he kicks arse.
Delon looks moody and melancholic, does a very super hero things, and talks about his long lost love to Deneuve (this seems to be a thing in French cinema - the all-powerful ex, who made the Person What They Are Today). There is some violence, Deneuve looks bored in what is a nothing part, really. Delon isn't that much better. They look like aging film stars rather than real people and the handling feels like a telemovie.
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