Watching Polanski movies can be a bit of an ethical dilemma, especially when you're one of those people for whom that matters. In many cases I'd really rather not know, so I can enjoy the films. I can't watch Woody Allen movies for the same reason. Yes, I've heard the argument that if I knew what all the Hollywood people were like I'd never watch a movie. That's why I don't want to know.
Director Roman Polanski updates the Hitchcock 'wrong man' thriller (or, in this case, 'wrong suitcase') as a parable about infidelity. Harrison Ford's character descends Orpheus-like into the dark underbelly of Paris - not a side of the city the tourist office would want you to see - to reclaim his love, though it's clear he won't walk away from the experience unscathed. "Frantic" is an underrated gem of its decade.
Though it often seems to be considered one of Polanski's lesser, more mainstream efforts, I still found it a great piece of suspense filmmaking. It expertly builds in tension and paranoia, playing with just the right amount of subtlety and nuance to keep it consistently a step above your usual Hitchcockian thriller. Also a strong central performance by Ford, and a great score by Morricone. Very underrated.
A taut thriller in which Polanski puts Harrison Ford into situations that he tries to buy his way out of. Apart from the score, the movie works really well. I particularly like the scene where his wife disappears. There and elsewhere, Polanski puts us in the position of characters, who can’t quite hear or understand what’s going on.
It looks like we're completely scared stiff of life, love and Israel. And Ford of course is the epitome of fear. Of snakes, of Carrie Fisher. The ending is a perry, takes your relief's breath away. It's not the original one, in which the city of Paris blown up like in Ellis' Glamorama. Fucking amazing soundtrack.