What I love most in this movie is its two levels of "reading". In the first level, we see the protagonist, heartbroken as his wife leaves him for a Chineseman, get involved in by a bunch of strange and progressively crazier characters. But in a deeper level, each one of those characters represent one of the personality traits of the protagonist himself: his sexual urges, his sense of responsibility, his sense of adventure, his intellectuality, and as his world and self begin to fall apart, those different traits lose coherence and fantasy and reality get progressively intertwined. The whole seasoned by hilarious moments of humor. This is one of my favorite films, and a sure bet for those who like a good french film of the new generation.
Review of La mort du Chinois
