Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

Honestly, only if you are a completionist for early French cinema or have a weird obsession with how people paced scenes back in the day. If you want something that moves or makes a lick of sense without a degree in film history, skip it. You will likely hate it if you need a story that doesn’t feel like it’s being held together by duct tape and sheer willpower.
I started watching this and immediately felt like I’d walked into a living room where everyone was shouting, but the sound was turned off. It’s got that frantic energy—everyone is moving, everyone is gesturing—but half the time I couldn't tell who was related to whom. The plot is just a mess of misunderstandings, which was the go-to script doctoring move back then, I guess.
Gaston Jacquet is doing a lot of work here, mostly by just looking confused. Which, to be fair, I was too. There’s a specific scene involving a chair and a misplaced document that goes on for about three minutes too long. It’s the kind of moment where you can see the actor thinking, "Is this really all I have to do?"
It reminded me a bit of the frenetic, low-stakes energy in In the Knicker Time, but with less charm and more static.
It’s not a good movie by modern standards, but it’s a fascinating one. It’s imperfect, the editing is jumpy, and the narrative threads just kind of drop off a cliff whenever the director got bored. It’s not as polished as Sorrell and Son, but it has this weird, frantic pulse that makes you wonder what was going on in the room when they were filming it. 🎞️
Sometimes the actors look off-camera, like they’re waiting for someone to tell them to stop. It’s endearing, in a way. You don’t get that in big-budget stuff anymore. Everything is too clean, too fixed. This? This is just a hot mess of a film.
I wouldn't call it a hidden gem. It’s more like a hidden pebble in your shoe. You know it's there, it's annoying, but you keep walking anyway.