A no-laughs comedy (unless man-punching-woman and woman-headbutting-man can crack you up) in the Bertrand Blier mode. Which means it strives more for provocation than for humor and achieves more contrivance than either: trying out the various and self-negating possibilities in a ménage à trois composed of a philandering husband, a dutiful wife, and an interloping lesbian. Josiane Balasko, the writer/director/star (and married woman in private life), with her dumpling face and figure and her corner-of-the-mouth form of communication, has a warm, relaxed, affable, and completely credible demeanor as the lesbian: the character makes no secret of her sexual orientation (the couple's youngest child mistakes her at first for a man) but she nevertheless stops well short of caricature. No Cage aux Folles, this. Balasko's direction, on the other hand, is drably and blandly pragmatic, complacent. One can imagine, without any tinge of desecration, another Hollywood plunder of the French cinema, a remake with perhaps Roseanne in the pivotal role. Victoria Abril, Alain Chabat. (1995) — Duncan Shepherd
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