The three heavy hittters were the principal draw here and they don't disappoint. Fittingly - they are, after all, aristos of French cinema - they play aristos albeit seriously inbred and the overriding impression calls to mind one of those charity events in yesterday's England when theatrical 'royalty' let its hair down and enjoyed itself -the Coward number Three Juvenile Delinquents comes to mind. Fabrice Luchini is the most outre doing everything but scraping the ground with his knuckles whilst the other two are more nuanced. Throw in a pre-Laurel and Hardy duo - we are talking 1910 - here and we have a sort of Northern bouillabaisse where anything goes. The trick of course is to play it with a straight face which all hands do to a fare-thee-well. Not for everyone.
Review of Slack Bay
