Louis De Funes's brand of comedy, a specialized taste if ever there was, seems to be aimed at cribs and high chairs and baby buggies. With him, making funny faces is a nervous reaction to any three consecutive seconds of calm. His various squints and head-tilts perhaps put him in the misanthropic clan of Fields, Finlayson, Rickles, Dangerfield, et al., but he shifts gears so often -- to imitate a machine gun or a motor boat or to re-cap the past twenty minutes of plot -- that there is no stable idea of character. The continuity is scarcely helped by the direction of Gerard Oury, who cannot fit two shots together smoothly, comfortably, sensibly. And consequently the personnel on hand for this slapstick tangle, including Arab revolutionaries, a bride-to-be awaiting her father at the altar, a rabbi and an imposter rabbi, are left dangling. (1973) — Duncan Shepherd
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