Cardboard sets, actors who overact, plot without much consistency... This great success of popular comedy has become rancid over the years. Nowhere does it denounce ordinary ignominy, it pokes fun at it or mocks it. Truffaut was right, the Bouvard and Pécuchet of French cinema never had anything to offer (he was talking about the scriptwriters and had the same for Autant-Lara).
Review of The Crossing of Paris
