Frantic

This film opens with Harrison Ford and his missus arriving in Paris.  They do all the things you do when you arrive at a hotel after a flight, i.e. order a big lot of room service, take a shower, steal all the toiletries and have whoosh fun with the bidet.  (They didn't show all that in the film, but I'm assuming).

Anyway, Harrison comes out of his shower to find his missus gone.  Vanished.  Not there.  PLUS no turndown chocolates on the pillow either.

Where could she have gone?  The French police are useless, and the US consulate is even worse, so Harrison must enter the seedy Parisian underworld in order retrieve 'er indoors.  As it turns out, it has to do with a luggage mix-up and a lady drug smuggler.

"Frantic" is an odd sort of a thriller.  It plods along with Harrison looking concerned and anguished and Emmanuelle Beart (the drug smuggler) alternating between being languid and childish which is what all French ladies in all films are always like.  There are some tense moments in the movie, but most of it feels very very old-fashioned.  Like it should be in black and white and star Henry Fonda.  

It's like director Roman Polanski wanted to make a Hitchcock film, but forgot that Hitchcock was ahead of his time, not 40 years behind it.  5/10

p.s.  IMDB tells us that even Harrison was not impressed.  He said it should be called "Mildly Disturbed" instead of "Frantic".