B.Grief has to be the main response to this laborious and strangely misjudged comedy by French actor and filmmaker Albert Dupontel, supposedly inspired by the anarchic spirit of Terry Gilliam, who is credited with “exceptional participation” and gets a quirky cameo. It is also dedicated to the memory of Terry Jones.
But in fact, this is a frantically French romp in the mainstream, as far from Python as possible (the original French title, Adieu Les Cons !, reminded me of Francis Veber’s similarly tense satire, Le Dîner de Cons.) Virginie Efira – not a natural comedy – plays Suze, a woman who dies of a bronchial disorder, of all funny things. Before she dies, she wants to find the son she was forced to give up as a single teenage mother. But while she is at the government office asking for help, that department’s IT technician, Monsieur Cuchas (Dupontel), depressed at being ignored for a promotion, yells the phrase in the title and makes a strangely unsuccessful attempt to commit suicide in the neighboring office. , accidentally shooting the young man being so useless to Suze.
Then Cuchas runs away from the police and Suze pressures him to use his technological magic to locate her son, and they are also helped by a blind man who had been given a job in official government archives as part of a disability. -diversity quota (again: hilarious). This is Serge (Nicolas Marié), who wears old-fashioned dark blind glasses, like a character from Samuel Beckett.
What year is this supposed to be? It really is a very quirky and graceless movie that finally finds some kind of sentimental point by praising the lonely sensibilities of bespectacled nerdy guys around the world who can’t muster up the courage to talk to the women they love. Some French movies, like wine, don’t travel. This turns into vinegar.