A veteran cop investigates a violent murder in the Alps whilst a detective looks into the desecration of a grave by skinheads, they discover the cases are linked and start uncovering some dark secrets.
French film snobs who turn their noses up at all things Hollywood will finally have to eat their elitist words, as this thriller conclusively proves Gallic filmmakers can make a movie equally as bad as the worst stuff churned out by their American counterparts.
For Crimson Rivers is a first-class muddle, bogged down by a confusing plot, a daft conspiracy and a ridiculous ending that guarantees to leave audiences baffled.
Reno tries to rise above the mess as a veteran cop investigating a violent murder in the Alps, while 300 kilometres away, policeman Cassel looks into the desecrated grave of a child who died 20 years ago. Of course, the two cases are connected, but by the time the two actors share the screen, you'll be too annoyed at the preposterousness of it all to care whodunnit.
This thriller conclusively proves Gallic filmmakers can make a movie equally as bad as the worst stuff churned out by their American counterparts.