It's night on a Paris bridge. A girl leans over Seine River with tears in her eyes and a violent yearning to drown her sorrows. Out of nowhere someone takes an interest in her. He is Gabor,... See full summary »
A second-class horror movie has to be shown at Cannes Film Festival, but, before each screening, the projectionist is killed by a mysterious fellow, with hammer and sickle, just as it happens in the film to be shown.
With the help of a couple of her oddball friends, a woman takes her former lesbian lover to a hotel to convince her that their affair shouldn't end. After much shouting and some sex, things complicate when the lover's husband shows up.
It was only after her death that the work of New Zealand writer, Katherine Mansfield, became well known, thanks to her editor and husband, John Middleton-Murry. She had left New Zealand to ... See full summary »
Could this film be the work of Patrice Leconte? The director of "Ridicule", "Monsieur Hire", and other excellent movies must have been on auto pilot when he undertook the helm of this ship that was moving upstream without a clue about what port it was heading for. For a comedy, not having a single laugh, it is a capital sin. The idea of an obnoxious detective harassing people is not exactly a novelty, but in the case of this French comedy, it is an irritating joke running through the picture. Besides all its sins, this movie is sadly dated; it just did not age well. On the other hand, M. Leconte is entitled to a miss in his career.
Michel Blanc had the thankless task of making his inspector Leroux a royal pain in the neck, as he keeps going back to the home of a gallery owner with a senseless excuse that does not even make any sense in the context of what the creators were hoping to achieve. Jane Birkin suffers stoically the accusations directed at her. Jacques Villaret is totally wasted in the film.
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