Frantic

No one scrambles like Harrison Ford.

A master at playing dogged men who stay one step ahead of their pursuers by any means necessary, he’s a jetlagged surgeon desperate to find his missing wife this time out.

Shortly after the couple sets down in Paris, she receives a mysterious phone call, then vanishes into the labyrinth of an unknown city.

Others might wait for the local authorities to piece things together, but this is Harrison freakin’ Ford, so he immediately plunges into danger with a growl and a grimace.

You’ve gone and pissed him off now. Bad move, boys.

What Have You Done to Solange?

Yes, do tell.

Things get creepy, as sleazy professors, not-so-innocent schoolgirls, and a lurking murderer intermingle in a slick mystery backed by the music of cinema god Ennio Morricone.

And what of Solange, you ask?

She was a student at the posh school at the center of the blood-stained, and fairly kinky, murder spree, but no one has seen her for some time.

Like most Italian giallo films of the ’70s and ’80s, this comes across like a half-remembered dream, a woozy mix of strobing colors and moody music, punctuated by weird camera cuts.

Just the way I like it.