A glossy sex comedy of the sort that Hollywood used to design around Rock Hudson and Doris Day—only this one’s in French, and the critics swooned over its “profound humanity,” with Cousin, cousine hovering in the backs of their little minds. For my money, this is a better film than Cousin: Yves Robert directs with style and assurance, doing away with the Jerry Lewis shtick that marred his Tall Blond Man With One Black Shoe. Leading man Jean Rochefort—familiar from previous outings with Chabrol and Bunuel—proves an adept farceur, and Anny Duperey provides a magnificent hallucination of femininity.