Professional assassin Victor Maynard (a wonderfully understated performance by Jean Rochefort) leads a socially awkward life of order; he has no lover or pet to interfere with the way he likes things: manicured, sterile, colourless, emotionless. The ingredients for his dinner, the cheese he buys ("Today is Wednesday - I get St Nectaire on Wednesday") and his suit of clothes are organised according to the day of the week. He plucks his moustache and covers his furniture with plastic. He is mannered, discreet and boring. The film begins when Victor kills a target then gives the victim's pet bird to his elderly mother who lives in a retirement home. Victor may be a killer, but he believes in perfect order: mannered and meticulous in his speech and appearance, even as he matter-of-factly discusses his latest hit with his mother, who nags him about remaining married at 55 without a son to pass on the family legacy. He takes pride in his work and is well paid. But all of a sudden, something is different - he spared the parrot because it squawked "Je t'aime" when he aimed a gun at it - then, rather than kill Antoine (Depardieu), a young messenger who witnesses his next murder, Victor takes him on as a protoge'. Even though it soon becomes apparent that his apprentice does not have the "killer instinct", Victor grows fond of Antoine and treats him like a son.
Victor is then sent to dispose of Renee (Trintignant), a pretty thief and con woman who switches a fake painting for the real thing and in the process swindles the buyer. Together, Victor and Antoine follow Renee as she walks briskly through the market, stealing and pickpocketing along the way. After dodging Victor's bullet she manages to elude her pursuers, who eventually catch up with her when she checks into a small hotel for the night. Victor is mesmerised by the woman and starts losing his grip; he has a clear shot with his sniper's rifle from a rooftop opposite her hotel room but hesitates. In the morning, Victor and Antoine chase Renee into an enclosed parking lot. Victor raises his pistol but hesitates again, only this time, the vengeful art buyer has sent one of his goons to finish the job. Victor shoots his rival assassin instead, and the real chase begins.
Through his young charges, Victor finds a very different kind of adventure, and has a hard time reconciling his old, lonely, ordered life with the new. But he can never escape his past; it's inherited through blood.
"Wild Target" hits the mark again and again in understated, almost romantic black comedy. The acting is all good but Rochefort is very much the star.