Tag: LA

So. France issues this thing: the Jacques Deray Prize. Annual. For crime thrillers. Ritualistic. Like maintaining a firewall against cultural amnesia. Deray himself? Lyon-born. Not your Melville-grade auteur. Not Becker-level firmware. But industrial-grade. Reliable. A workhorse chewing through continental action flicks with Delon or Belmondo plugged into the lead roles. La piscine? Sure, a sexy…