Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator
If you're looking for something light and you don't mind black-and-white films that feel like they're taking place inside a stage play, Je te confie ma femme might be your thing. But if you hate movies where the entire plot hinges on a misunderstanding that could be cleared up in five seconds if people just stopped shouting, you're going to want to skip this one entirely. It's not exactly high art, but it has a certain vibe.
Arletty is in this, and frankly, she’s the only reason to really pay attention. She has this way of looking at the other actors like she’s already figured out the ending while everyone else is still stumbling over their lines. She carries the scenes, even when the dialogue feels a bit stale.
The whole premise of leaving your wife with another guy to 'test' things is just... weird. It feels like something out of Wandering Papas but with more manners and less slapstick. There’s a lot of pacing back and forth in parlors. My legs were tired just watching them.
There's this one moment where a character walks into the room, trips over a rug, and then spends thirty seconds complaining about the furniture. It has nothing to do with the story. It doesn't come back later. It’s just there. I kind of loved that.
If you liked the stiff energy of Blue Blood, you might find something to appreciate here. It’s not profound. It’s not going to change your life. It’s just a group of people in 1943 trying to be funny while the world outside was burning. Maybe that’s why it feels so strange and hollow at times. 🤷♂️
The pacing drags in the middle. Like, really drags. They spend way too much time in the dining room talking about nothing. You can feel the movie struggling to stretch the runtime. It’s a very specific kind of boredom.
Still, it’s a decent watch if you’re folding laundry and need some background noise. Just don't expect a masterpiece.

Year
1933
IMDb Rating
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