Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you have ninety minutes and a high tolerance for people running through doors, Le truc du Brésilien might just be your speed. It’s the kind of movie where the protagonist thinks the best solution to an affair is another affair, just with a fake mustache and a terrible accent. If you’re into stage-play energy and characters who never stop shouting, you’ll probably find this charming. If you want logic, stay far away.
The whole premise is just asking for trouble. Our lead, desperate to stay married, decides to trick his mistress by posing as a rich guy from Brazil. It’s the kind of scheme that would fall apart in five seconds in real life, but here, it’s the engine for every single scene. The way he adjusts his coat to look 'wealthy' is honestly hilarious. It reminds me a bit of the frantic energy in Here He Comes, where everything is just a little too loud.
There’s a moment where he almost gets caught in the hallway that feels like it goes on for an eternity. The actor is sweating, the door is creaking, and you can tell he’s just waiting for the cue to jump behind a curtain. It’s not subtle. It’s barely even clever. But there’s something oddly endearing about how hard he’s trying to fail.
You can see the seams everywhere. Sometimes the actors are looking just slightly off-camera, probably trying to find the director or checking their marks. It’s not as polished as
I found myself wondering if anyone on set actually knew how a Brazilian person sounded. Probably not. It doesn’t matter, really. The movie is just a series of rooms and bad decisions. It’s not going to change your life, but it’s a weird little artifact. Kind of like watching a very old, very loud home video of a play you weren't invited to. 🎭
Year
1932
IMDb Rating
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