Par habitude (1932): A Quaint French Comedy

If you're scrolling through really old French films, you might just stumble upon Par habitude. Is it a must-watch today? Probably not for most folks, unless you've got a soft spot for really early talkies or just *need* to see Fernandel when he was still finding his footing. For anyone expecting modern pacing or a big laugh-out-loud moment every minute, you'll probably find yourself a bit bored. But for those who appreciate cinema history and a simple, quirky premise, there's a certain charm. ✨

The whole thing centers on Valentin Bourgeasse, played by Georges Térof. He's not just a casual drinker; this man is practically *married* to his glass. You see it in the way he shuffles, almost a caricature, but still kinda sad, you know?

His drinking habit, which the title 'Par habitude' (By Habit) hints at so well, gets him into trouble pretty quickly. He gets evicted. The scene isn't some big, dramatic spectacle, more like a tired routine. The landlady just looks utterly *done* with him. A quiet, familiar kind of resignation.

Then comes the core of the story. One evening, after probably a few too many (what else?), he just *forgets* he doesn't live there anymore. He just wanders back, muscle memory kicking in. And then, bam! He finds a lady in 'his' bed. 😮

That look on his face, I can just imagine it: a mix of confusion and indignation. Like, 'Excuse me, who are *you*?' Gaby Basset plays the lady in question, and she has this nice, calm surprise, not really freaking out, which is a good counterpoint to Valentin's bluster.

Honestly, the whole film feels a lot like a stage play. Simple sets, not a lot of fuss. It just *is*. You get a real peek into 1932 humor, a bit slapstick, a bit observational. Not every joke lands by today's standards, but you get the idea.

And yes, Fernandel pops up! Even then, you can just *feel* his energy. He's got that undeniable screen presence, even in these early, smaller roles. A real treat for fans to spot him, see him doing his thing before he became *the* Fernandel. His part here is a bit small, but he makes it count.

It’s not a film that will change your life, or even one you'll talk about for weeks. But it's a solid little piece of French cinema history. A short, sweet look at a man's bad habits and the funny situation they land him in. If you've got an hour to spare and curious about the era, give it a shot. Otherwise, you're not missing a masterpiece. But it's kinda cute. 🇫🇷