I've always felt akin to someone who can write a long thesis with few adjectives and only one references at the end. Yes. I've been learning to forego embleiishments and make expressions - mine and other people's - lean. I've been learning to love Raymond Chandler and J.M. Coetzee. So, naturally I'd love Borderline and Olivier Marchal. It's gray. The charaters are daredevils. They don't talk much. They throw punches at bureaucrats who landed them in disgrace in the first place. ... It's like a thesis without the literature review and 50 pages of theoretical discussion. It's a thesis with only source and a crispy conclusion. Olivier Marchal joined Police Judiciaire in 1980. He was soon exhausted by the sordidness. He hated the violence he witnessed while repeatedly summoned by the IGPN (L'inspection générale de la police nationale) for his attitude toward the authority. He took acting classes while in the police. And in 1992 he left the police force, for good, to be a writer and actor. Olivier Marchal must have loved being in the police, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed for twelve years. He identified with Willy Blain. No, more than that. He admired Willy Blain. Blain has the valor and authenticity. He is selfless. He is charming enough to turn an adversary, Catherine, into a friend, a confidant. Yes. He wields magic. All women love him, except his darling wife, of course. He loved his profession. In turn, he hated those who made an honorable profession sordid. But that sentiment is old. For this reason, at first I can't understand the ending. It seems inconsistent with the pride and self-righteousness Marchal had given Blain throughout the script. That's it? Retreating into total void without a sound? Not something theatrical like Macduff carrying Macbeth's head? Well, Marchal took that line "the way to dusty death" a liitle too literally. What a bummer. By the way, do you know who else Marchal needs to cast? Philippe Bas. Yes. I think they'll work perfectly together.