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Frantic
(1988)
    
Review
Harrison Ford is all alone in Paris after his wife disappears from their
hotel room, and not surprisingly, bureaucracy cannot help him. Roman
Polanski uses Cold War-style scares such as nuclear devices, inhuman agents,
and drug mobsters in order to spin a claustrophobic web around the ever-enterprising Ford. The film retains a weirdly numb nerve throughout, but
we're never sucked into the human side of things, and Frantic remains a
detached collection of rather repetitive crime elements. Future Polanski
wife Emmanuelle Seigner is added to give the film some sorely needed
zest, but even her youthful energy seems too controlled and apportioned.
The score by Ennio Morricone is among his least noticeable.
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