The former is a Jean-Pierre Mocky film set in Nice. The IMDb rating of 4.9 is misleading. It's much better than that. Mocky plays the part of a doctor who has gone off his rocker and wants to build a hospital to help people with eye injuries, especially youngsters from wars. Kidnapping several people along the way, but not in an evil way, his real enemies are the indifferent people with money and the politicians, especially the mayor. One whom he kidnaps is a 23-year old ex-beauty queen who goes nude leaving nothing to the imagination. Another is a down-on-his-luck cabinetmaker who is anxious to get to the hospital where his wife is having a baby, turns out to be two babies. Mocky does a marvelous job showing the unstable moods of the man with the gun. It's a movie with an obvious message, nice scenery, action, a comic touch, suspense, and almost like a road movie around Nice.
Birgit Haas must be killed. This one reminds me of "The Naked Runner" in which Sinatra was manipulated to do an assassination. In this case Philippe Noiret is using Jean Rochefort in a scheme to kill a terrorist, Birgit Haas. There's a team of agents involved in the far-fetched plan, one of whom has chosen Rochefort because he's the unknown to Rochefort's lover of the latter's wife who has left him. I watched a dubbed version, a tv-rip, and that's a shame because we miss the great delivery of these fine actors. This movie needs a re-release with good subtitles, etc.
I personally find these movies more satisfying and of noir character than many an American neo-noir film that comes off as derivative, imitative, uncreative, exploitative of stunts, intentionally weird in one way or another, and with jacked-up plot elements.
It'll possibly take years and years, if ever, for these more modern neo-noir films and others like them to find their way on to the menus of the standard channels, or maybe even the film festivals.
In between these films, I watched "American Gangster" for a second time. This is not a neo-noir. It could have been so much better, but the script had too many pedestrian parts. I'm unimpressed with Ridley Scott's work here. Actually, the EPIX 10-part series "Godfather of Harlem", for all its problems, actually has more memorable elements to it. The actor playing Adam Clayton Powell is a scene-stealer, and Powell was like that. The scene with Powell and Malcolm X watching Mahalia sing is stupendous. I saw her concert, pretty much by herself, at Symphony Hall sometime around 1960-1963. Her voice filled that hall as much as an entire BSO rendition of Honegger. The screechers today are not my cup of tea.