Le Trouble-fesses (1976)
Directed by Raoul Foulon

Film Review

Le Trouble-fesses is the only film directed by Raoul Foulon, a professional photographer, and it's not hard to see why this is.  Michel Galabru admitted that it was the worst film he ever appeared in, and, given the number of trashy comedies to which he lent his talents, that says pretty well all you need to know about it.  By now, we have become inured to watching Galabru demeaning himself in idiotic garbage like this, but to see Bernadette Lafont, a cherished diva of the French New Wave, doing the same, and apparently enjoying every minute of it, is enough to make you want to vomit into the face of commercial cinema.  The plot, what there is of it, makes no sense whatsoever and is just an excuse for a tedious run-around in which an ugly sex maniac (Maurice Risch) plays cat and mouse with the lamest comicbook Mafiosi hitmen you can imagine.  Le Trouble-fesses was presumably conceived as a comedy but it somehow ended up as the crudest instrument of torture.  Trapped in an closed auditorium with this film, you'll soon be screaming to be let out.  But then we shouldn't be surprised - this was after all the decade of seriously bad comedies...

Film Synopsis

Having dishonoured the daughter of a Mafia godfather, Ernesto Capoli must leave Rome in a hurry.  Arriving in Paris, he turns to his uncle, a successful businessman, for help.  Even with armed killers on his back, the over-sexed young man cannot help flirting with every woman that comes his way...