So last week I saw the most recent James Bond movie, “Spectre”, which means I’m finally caught up on all the Daniel Craig Bond flicks.
I think Bond and Dr. Swann may have just finished their rendition of Maxim Kozhevnikov and Yulia Zagoruychenko’s samba routine to “Hip Hip Chin Chin” …
Last week’s Netflix selection was “La Femme Nikita”, which is of course the trashy French remake of the famous American action/suspense classic “Point of No Return” featuring Bridget Fonda … oh, no, wait, I’ve got that backwards. Anyway, “La Femme Nikita” is the story of a homicidally strung-out young woman (Nikita, natch) who is the sole survivor of one seriously botched bloodbath of a robbery attempt. Everyone in her gang dies, the store owner dies, a number of cops die, and this is all in like the first five minutes. Blood flows liberally. Cue the stink-eye from my wife.
Instead of going to prison, Nikita is “recruited” (so to speak) into a secret government agency of spies and assassins. When she emerges three years later, she has been transformed from street harpy into a sort of female James Bond. The agency sets her up in an apartment in the guise of a normal woman. But then, something unexpected happens; instead of proceeding into one over-the-top gunfight after another, “La Femme Nikita” turns into something akin to a character study of a woman who slowly realizes that she has something to lose.
This movie is billed as a suspense film, and there are some top-notch action setpieces, most notably the famous battle in a restaurant kitchen that caps off her first assignment. Oh, and Jean Reno’s appearance as a rather less competent version of Harvey Keitel’s cleaner character from “Pulp Fiction” is a hoot, too. (I know, I know, “Pulp Fiction” came out later. But I saw “Pulp Fiction” first. So there.) However, these scenes are not actually what the movie is interested in; the heart of the story is what happens between the assassinations and skullduggery and sneaking around. The final scene is just remarkable, and not at all what I was expecting from my steady diet of American action flicks.
“La Femme Nikita” put my wife to sleep in a little over an hour. Before she fell asleep she had actually started to pay attention to it, so we had to stop and finish it up later. After it was over, she pronounced it good, which is high praise coming from her. (The last film to earn the coveted “good” rating from her was “The Illusionist“.) Anyway, if you’re in the mood for a little different take on the whole assassination game, this might be a good movie to check out.