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Roman Polanski at his best. Harrison Ford and his wife check into a fine hotel in Paris, and a few minutes later she is missing. Gone in a puff of smoke. The rest of the movie is his frantic search for her, and it’s a dilly. There is a lot of Hitchcock-type paranoia and doubt, the small touches that make it all seem so real, so believable. The end may be a little over the top, but I didn’t mind. There is a great performance by Emmanuelle Seigner as the young street girl Ford meets, who ends up helping him.