Everything about the first half is funny and seems nicely thought out. Somehow the second half seems to slow down.
Poelvoorde's character is almost always (happily) Poelvoorde doing Poelvoorde. In French cinema he is just very idiosyncratic and so must play the part of the Belgian "grande geule" more than just a couple of times. But this film is not just him alone. There are some great scenes and ideas and characters. The adorable Guillaume Gallienne plays the psychologist, Pupkin, who has ambitions to be the greatest cartoonist alongside Uderzo & Goscinny, Franquin, and Hergé. François Berléand ('Au Revoir les Enfants'), the beautiful Zabou Breitman and Guillaume Canet are all very good.
The fantastic dream sequences, and the suburban setting with its faceless hypermarket, amusements, and bars are very somewhere nowhere USA. The mustard and ketchup in plastic vessels on the table almost cements the suspicion that this a misguided attempt to make this feel American, or even to be an American style blockbuster, but its too French (and Poelvoorde too Belgian.)
The tank hatch opening ("Eh-oh!"), the sibling assassins arrival, the '80s discos, and the psychologists' patients are among some great scenes here. But Poelvoorde steals the show. The Jean Claude conversation, and his public karate show performance is exceeded only by the outstanding karate school lesson with hangover victim and child.
It's a good film with a lot of humour, although it dwindles a little by the end.
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