Fred Zinnemann adapts Frederick Forsyth’s thriller The Day of the Jackal (1973) in the weekend film recommendation that closes this month’s series of conspiracy-themed movies.
The story opens with a re-telling of the failed attempt to assassinate Charles de Gaulle by the OAS, a far-right group angered by Algerian independence. In frustration and desperation, the remaining OAS leadership reconvenes in Vienna to devise a new plan to take care of unfinished business. They hire an anonymous hitman, played by Edward Fox, known only by the codename “The Jackal.” The Jackal has the impossible combination of being both irrepressibly suave while also being deliberately forgettable; he can induce cooperation and compliance from anyone he chooses, but he can also fade into obscurity when circumstances demand. His suitability for the job makes him eminently worth the half million dollars he charges the OAS leadership to kill de Gaulle… “considering I’m handing you France,” he nonchalantly persuades them, “I wouldn’t call that expensive.”
The rest of the film is high in tension and very low on political intrigue. Zinnemann devotes screen-time to the Jackal’s meticulous planning and the authorities’ efforts to detect his identity and whereabouts, and leaves the wider political landscape untouched. We’re left wondering who are these OAS characters, and do they really think de Gaulle’s death will result in the re-annexation of Algerian territory?
This isn’t the kind of ‘parallel universe’ story in which a minute historical adjustment leads to momentous changes in reality (as in The Watchmen); rather, Day of the Jackal sticks closely to the reality with which we are already familiar, and robs itself of the suspense of knowing whether The Jackal succeeds in his mission. Consequently, the story plays out without the taut suspense Zinnemann used to great effect in High Noon. You never need to worry about whether Lebel will catch his man before the time runs out—and yet, testament to Zinnemann’s skill, you still can’t help yourself from being in suspense anyway. It’s unusual to find oneself enthralled by a drama when you already know how the plot ends. But there is art in the journey all the same.
Fox is superb as the Jackal. He is aristocratically mild-mannered (he wears an ascot for heaven’s sake), and he just doesn’t seem the type of cold-blooded killer capable of dispatching someone at the first whiff of suspicion. The forger tasked with fabricating a driver’s license imprudently sees an opportunity to exploit the Jackal, but meets an unfortunate end that seems ever so off-key for the soft-spoken and impeccably tailored hitman.
The cat to the Jackal’s mouse is the harried French cop Lebel, played by Michel Lonsdale. We’ve seen this beleaguered-cop-against-slick-villain trope before, and it’s used to great effect here too. Aside from the characters’ dedication to their craft, the symmetry between the villain and hero is less in the foreground in Day of the Jackal as in, say, Heat (see review here). Nonetheless, it provides a nice gradual convergence in pace as the two edge closer—albeit with tension-building obstacles—to their respective goals as we approach the film’s conclusion. As the Jackal closes in on de Gaulle, so too does Lebel bear down on the Jackal.
That said, some find the film’s conclusion rather dissatisfying. Something about the grandeur of the film as a whole, spanning as it does the entire continent, multiple disguises, and opulent sets, seems inapposite to the film’s clumsy, oafish denouement. Personally, I loved it, but decide for yourselves!