You find yourself arriving in Marseille, intent on hunting down drug lord Charnier, with little help from Barthélémy, the French officer assignee, you behave like a small child at nursery. After throwing several teddies out the pram, you find yourself trapped in a strange program, that starts addiction and reliance, that negates all your defiance, and puts you into somewhat of a jam.
While the first encounter with Popeye Doyle in the 1971 film effectively transports you to the streets of New York and the world of the narcotics police, there is just no way that the behaviour and language by Doyle, as he alienates, antagonises and irritates the French authorities with such great aplomb is believable - not then and not know, and neither is the reaction he receives. That aside, it's a pretty average movie that pales into insignificance when compared to the original.
While the first encounter with Popeye Doyle in the 1971 film effectively transports you to the streets of New York and the world of the narcotics police, there is just no way that the behaviour and language by Doyle, as he alienates, antagonises and irritates the French authorities with such great aplomb is believable - not then and not know, and neither is the reaction he receives. That aside, it's a pretty average movie that pales into insignificance when compared to the original.