Lost ball 3: The Netflix saga ends up in a storm (critic)
The action saga finds its explosive conclusion in an opus that pushes all the cursors in the red. Alban Lenoir and Nicolas Duvauchelle have never struck so hard.
For this third and last part of his trilogy Loss ball,, Guillaume Pierret Press the accelerator and sends waltz the inferiority complex of the hexagonal action film.
Lost ball 3 – Who goes out today on Netflix – Strikes strong. Very strong. Admittedly, you must first recover from it. Because starting is a steep. Better to have revised the two previous installments to remember the issues. But in summary, let’s say that Lino (Alban Lenoircompact like a carburetor) comes out of prison and wants to settle his accounts with Areski (Nicolas DuvauchelleCabossé stoicism). And in the middle, the vicious Gérard Lanvin Arrives in rotten cop, intense and Bégueule, for a highly flammable “family” meeting where each protagonist plays his last card.
But it is not really for the script (written by the master of the thriller Caryl Ferey) that we follow the adventures of Lino. Once again, it is the technical mastery that impresses: a fight in a tram of rare brutality, a motorcycle prosecution that challenges the laws of physics, and the sequence of crumpled sheets in the streets of Montpellier confirm that Pierret has become one of the best stylists of action in the area, favoring “old -fashioned” waterfalls, guarantees without digital artifices – and authenticity is felt by each impact.
It’s brutal, virile and … mythological.
Because through the forests, the burning deserts of the south, and in panoramic people plagued by the sand and the blades of the wind turbines, the thriller roadster turns into a terminal western. Space and Horde Sauvages, Cavale de Ville bordering in Pampa, Lost ball 3 Works like pure entertainment full of adrenaline, sweating essence, blood and tragedy. The French action cinema finally holds its reference trilogy.
