I had kind of been thinking I might binge this series as part of Halloween 2017, but this kind of killed my excitement. Whatever it was I enjoyed about the first one was missing here.
On some level, this is a Eurocrime version of Just For the Hell of It with Tomás Milián as a Police Commissioner looking into the crime spree. And if that had been the sum total of it, that would have been more than enough for me.
It is something more, though, it's a thoughtful and well-acted movie. Not only by Milián, who can essentially do no wrong in my world, but by Eleonora Giorgi as well as Stefano Patrizi, who gives a strangely haunted and thoughtful portrayal of the gang's ringleader.
The original trilogy is like a great band at their peak. They're making hits, feeling it. They fall away a bit at the end, trying too hard to sound like themselves, but it's what everyone remembers. The prequels are like their weird period of experimenting with orchestras and world music and big concepts they can't quite keep contained in the realm of the pop song. This is like a cover band made up of skilled musicians playing their greatest hits competently but soullessly in an order that robs them of any context or meaning.