Sorry, this movie sucks

It's no definitive masterpiece but it's damn close.

A lot of fun.

It's one of the most original films you'll likely see all year, which, depending on your threshold for certifiably crazy storylines, could be a rewarding experience or one that frustrates you.

Claude Brasseur is an older writer who is suffering from serious writer's block because his young beautiful wife (Sophie Marceau) is ignoring him. In Haiti on vacation, he goes on a bender, convinced that his wife is not going to change, and she, in turn, decides to have some fun with another man. While in a drunken stupor one evening, Alan accidentally kills a mugger who attacks him and is seen by a devious couple who opt for making some money on what they know. As a blackmail scheme takes shape, it has an interesting effect on Alan and Lola's relationship......Viewing quality is Good.....NTSC VHS released in French Canada...........Jacket is French.......Dialogue is French Language with No English Subtitles.....Running Time is 1 Hour 28 Minutes......Have never seen a better quality version in our 15 years of driving around Quebec and New Brunswick looking for old French movies

This was one of the movies in where Sophie Marceau had to prove that she was more than just the teenage filmstar she was in "La Boum" and of course the answer by now is know but it was nice to see Sophie starring in her "growing" period. Whereas Claude Brasseur played Sophie's dad in "La Boum" he now is her husband. Being an aged writer he has to face the desires of his younger women and why he opts for the booze, his wife is seeking for some other pleasures and what once seemed like a lost marriage opens different horizons when crimes comes around the corner... It might all look a bit too romantic on paper it's still a more than decent movie that of course is standing on the shoulders of the actingpresences from both Brasseur and Marceau, and perhaps there are better movies made with the same subject, it's still nice to see, and there is even more to see than just Marceau's body.