The first-time director is Roger Avary, one of a new breed of filmmakers who appear to conceive of cinema as a superior form of abattoir. (He co-wrote “True Romance” and “Pulp Fiction.”) Not since the dying days of Jacobean tragedy has this much blood been spilled in the name of public entertainment, although you’d be pressed to find anything tragic in the antics of Avary’s creations. Eric Stoltz plays a safebreaker who comes to Paris to see an old friend, Eric (Jean-Hugues Anglade). Together with their band of merry men (the merriment is all heroin and liquor), they try to rob a bank, and foul it up. From time to time-during the opening credits, or at the start of the raid-the movie kicks into life, with traces of Godard in its hectic insouciance. But this eagerness to find a style has nothing to launch from-no obsessions, no arguments, no strong feelings, just a vague desire to rub our noses in the dirt. Also starring Julie Delpy as a whore with-of course-a heart of gold. -Anthony Lane Copyright © 2006 The New Yorker Click here to purchase the DVD.