Watching Le Cercle Rouge, you feel an excitement at Melville's mastery of form, at the sense of someone working at the height of his powers. It is, for Melville, what Femme Fatale was for Brian De Palma: a grand, summing-up movie, in which the writer-director consumes all the bits and pieces of his earlier crime yarns and reassembles them into a crackerjack über-caper that, at 140 minutes, is at once the longest film in the Melville canon and the lightest on its feet.
Scott Foundas
March 13, 2003