Overdose // By Olivier Marchal. With Sofia Essaïdi, Assaad Bouab and Alberto Ammann.
Olivier Marchal dedicates Overdose to Jean-Paul Belmondo, a little epic cop or beater, but without having the idiom and cult of a film with Belmondo. The man who made a name for himself with Les Lyonnais (2011) and the Braquo series (Canal+) has constantly repeated his own narrative patterns throughout his films without managing to reconnect with the spirit of the film that really brought it into focus. that. His previous film, Bronx (Netflix) was not an example of success, but it had the advantage of being correct at times. With Overdose (Amazon Prime), he adapts a police novel, but does nothing surprising about it. We find all the clichés in Marchal’s cinema, from the daring dialogues (“He’s going to be sucked by a whore”) to the spinning staging of his incessant filming. Overdose demonstrates especially by his name as by his story that Father Marchal no longer has much to say about the banditry field that he himself experienced when he was a policeman.
Sara, head of the narcotics team of the Toulouse police, investigates a fast between Spain and France, where her former lover, Raynal, is infiltrated. She soon discovers that her case is connected to the murder of two teenagers in a Parisian hospital, for which Richard, the head of the local criminal police, is in charge. Forced to work together to find the killer and stop the speeder, Sara and Richard are thrown into a breathless race against time on the roads of Spain and France as their attraction to each other grows.
Overdose is an action thriller that still holds the viewer’s attention artificially thanks to a whole lot of strong action sequences. Anyone can die and be shot, have their tongue cut out, their ears cut out, their eyes gouged out. In the escalation, bordering on torture porn (but often off-screen or off-camera so as not to rush the viewer), Overdose is never more than an “overdose” of a whole lot of things that make the director’s cinema. The characters are all caricatures of themselves, the action scenes are repetitive and similar, while the twists that are supposed to renew our interest turn out to be mostly artificial. I didn’t expect a great movie from Overdose, but at least a thriller a little better controlled than what he offered in Bronx (which had been bought by Netflix last year). So we have guns that fart, people that fart, dialogues that reek of farts. No more, a slice of greasy charcuterie dripping from a not always appetizing sandwich.
Rating: 3.5/10. In short, an action thriller which has its moments, but which repeats all the patterns of Olivier Marchal’s cinema, which seems really tired.
Available on Amazon Prime Video