Watching a boring Trintignant (not such a good actor as he seems to pretend ), trying to ridiculously, and over libidinously, score every woman he meets, pretending to be one of the best French cop, and one fine shooter (with a gun), directed by a very bad director is a suffering and boring experience.
Only Dominique Sanda and Stéphane Audran are « saving » scenes they play into, and make le want to watch the film entirely.
The story is not thrilling, the small parts (sous préfet, chief of police, ex girlfriend, tv host) are over acted and very cliché.
Instead of capturing the audience attention, the director is very found of filming ladies cleavage, but not in a subtle way. Labro is so ego-centered that he is projecting himself into Carella character. A wannabe womanizer and man of action. In vain again. As funny as ridiculous.
This movie is a waste of time.
Only Dominique Sanda and Stéphane Audran are « saving » scenes they play into, and make le want to watch the film entirely.
The story is not thrilling, the small parts (sous préfet, chief of police, ex girlfriend, tv host) are over acted and very cliché.
Instead of capturing the audience attention, the director is very found of filming ladies cleavage, but not in a subtle way. Labro is so ego-centered that he is projecting himself into Carella character. A wannabe womanizer and man of action. In vain again. As funny as ridiculous.
This movie is a waste of time.