Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you have a soft spot for vintage French comedies where people shout at each other and wear oversized uniforms, then yes. It’s light, a bit silly, and doesn't demand much brainpower. If you hate black-and-white films that rely on constant misunderstandings and slapstick, just skip it.
The whole premise is honestly a dream for anyone who ever had a boss they couldn't stand. Watching the Dean of Discipline go from being the king of the school hallways to a lowly private in the army is just plain satisfying. The smirk on the supervisor's face when he realizes he outranks his rival is the best part of the whole movie.
The pacing is a bit all over the place. Sometimes it feels like a stage play that someone just happened to put a camera in front of. Other times, the military drills go on for a few minutes longer than they probably should. You can tell they were really stretching the budget for those outdoor shots.
I found myself zoning out a bit during the romantic subplot. It’s pretty standard stuff—the daughter of the caretaker is basically just there to be the prize at the end of the race. The real juice is definitely in the barracks, not the courtship.
It’s not a masterpiece. It’s not trying to be. It’s just a funny little story about small men in big hats trying to assert their authority. Sometimes that’s enough to get you through a Tuesday night.
I think I liked the Dean's transition the most. He starts so stiff and ends up looking completely frazzled. Total gold. 🇫🇷
Year
1935
IMDb Rating
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