This 1960's French film has been brought back for no more apparent reason than that there are some people who go to any movie in French with subtitles. It's a mystery with good production values but based on the faulty premise that people with widely separated "compartments" in their lives are schizophrenic. First released in the days when intellectuals spent a lot of time discussing such sophomoric speculations over cocktails, it probably had a lot of cachet at the time.

Today we know that such pop psychology conceptions of schizophrenia are baseless, and most people seeing this screenplay will probably not guess that the central character, a murderer for hire, is supposed to represent a mentally ill person. It's a plot point we haven't seen in any of the many recent films about hitmen and -women, and I'd have not guessed it without a press advisory. Nevertheless, this is a compelling character study; the Paris of the '60's is well presented, and there's some good detective work in this script as well. I give it a marginal thumbs up; it could be an enjoyable evening's entertainment for those looking for something different.