Here too, we find a fine ‘journey through time’ in the Europe of the golden years (which, as you probably have well understood by now, is one of my favorite epochs) always in accordance with the ‘Two Ls’ principle (see ‘The game of Death’). The movie is the faithful transposition of the homonymous novel of Frederick Forsyth. I like both – novel and movie – in the same way and I can guarantee, as far as I’m concerned, that I have never seen a screen transposition as effective as the text from which it was taken. I’m not bringing the grist to the mill of the authors. As I have previously said (see ‘Christine’) there is always the same fact. The book is better because it’s the original work, first creation, and I’m also convinced of the reverse of the medal. Many improvised books, born from the trail of success of a movie, being copies and not originals, find themselves in the same situation. Hence, the movie ‘The day of the Jackal’ is the exception that proves the rule, a perfect reproduction: the copy that is equivalent to the original, like in the digital technology. There is a way throughout which it is possible to ascertain it: see the movie and then read the book or vice versa, but do both things. I think that you’ll agree with me.