Coincoin et les z'inhumains

It was so dumb I ff through most of it. A really poor Inspector Clouseau (lots of film time focused on twitching eyes, eyebrows) imitation slapstick taking place in a small French village with aliens coming to Earth as globs of black tar (or molasses if they hit someone), and then making a duplicate of that person. 75+% of the film time was simply repeating the same scenes, e.g. driving cars; guys checking out females (well, just the same two); lots of people standing walking, trivial conversations. No point, no ending.