Dave Jackson’s review published on Letterboxd:
Le Samouraï is so stupidly cool that it appears to exist in an alternate world — a Cool World, if you will — that exists only to accommodate Jef Costello, a high-functioning autistic guy who is somehow too cool for the alternate cool world he inhabits. Pretty much everything in this sent shudders of cinematic glee through my out of shape body. Every time François de Roubaix's sensual score kicked in. Every stony-faced stare Delon gives (so like every second he's on screen). Every smoky club. Every neon sign. Every giant set of keys. What I'm trying to say is, if this movie was a conscious being, I would get down on my knees and ask it to marry me, but it would reject me on the spot with only a knowing stare, and I'd be left sobbing and broken, and I would lose everything in my emotional trauma and be left a husk of a man living under a bridge drunk on peach schnapps. That's how good this movie is.