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In a Parisian ghetto live all kinds of weird characters. There's one even more outrageous than all the others: a woman named Rosemonde du Bois de la Faisanderie. She has the nasty habit to kill people and put them in a machine. This machine makes the sound of Brazilian samba music when it's working. The police try to catch her but they fail every time as she outsmarts them with her charm.
It's a pity when you see all this effort done by the actors (for example the bit when Annie Girardot plays piano and Bernard Blier plays harp), trying hard to make it funny, and to experience that the comedy doesn't work. It isn't the hilarious black comedy it could be. The film looks more like a satire without a subject. It has some references to authority, religion, social differences, and yet they all remain trivial.
I always try to support the underdogs of cinema, like this film. And I guess the fun part lies in the strange characters in this ghetto. In that way it reminded me a bit of the film Micmacs. But it still is painfully unfunny most of the time. What remains is a film for the fans of Annie Girardot as there a lot of scenes in which she's pulling her typical Girardot faces. Michel Audiard also directed the reasonable predecessor of this film (Elle boit pas, elle fume pas ), but this one just doesn't work for me. Only to watch out of curiosity for the cult murder machine playing samba music, otherwise a forgettable flick.
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