Mesrine: Killer Instinct (15) *** Dir: Jean-Francois Richet With: Vincent Cassel, Cecile de France, Gerard Depardieu EVERY great actor has a gangster performance lurking within him. Vincent Cassel unleashes his with a vengeance in this gripping rendering of the true life and wild times of Jacques Mesrine, bank robber, killer and legend in his own mind.

Jean-Francois Richet's two-part biopic - the second instalment is out at the end of this month - has been festooned with Cesar Awards in its native France. Everyone who is currently anyone in the French acting fraternity is in it. Locals have embraced it with a fervour usually reserved for transport strikes. It has even been likened to The Godfather.

That would be a compliment too far. Mesrine is a smash-and-grab affair compared to Francis Ford Coppola's majestic dissection of an entire culture. Cassel, though magnificent here, is no Pacino or De Niro. Not yet, anyway. So long on the margins of fame with roles in Ocean's Thirteen and Eastern Promises, Mesrine is an awesome display of his talents and charm.

If the first film had been half as smooth as Cassel it would have been a four-star affair rather than three. As it is, Richet (who helmed the commendable 2005 remake of Assault on Precinct 13) turns in a picture that would have benefited enormously from stopping to draw breath now and again. From the first sight of Mesrine as a soldier in Algeria through to his descent into full-blown gangsterism, there's barely time to blink. Characters come and go at a bewildering rate, with even the mighty Gerard Depardieu given relatively short shrift. The obtrusive score gets a better showing.

More a gutsy French nephew to The Godfather than a modern gangster classic, but definitely worth seeing, not least for the sublime Cassel.