Quand on aime, on ne compte pas. Sauf... L'électricité. Le chauffage. Les transports. Le coiffeur. Les pourboires. Les cadeaux. le dentifrice. Les vêtements. Les restaurants. L'eau. courses. le papier toilette. Le téléphone. Les préservatifs.
In the womb, Baby Dany hears his mum berate his spend thrift dad and grows to be a congenital tight wad living in a Jacques Tati Cul de sac, (where the neighbours hate him) and playing violin for an orchestra with fetching cellist Arné. This is disrupted by the arrival of daughter (cut price condom) Schmidt.
Clever routines - the block meeting in Dany's flat where he can't escape, playing The Four Seasons against the clock or using his bank manager as a therapist - are expertly delivered under the supervision of "Polar" specialist Cavayé.
Totally undemanding entertainment is a welcome break from the more purposeful sub-titled offerings.
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