Potiche

Baccara & the Beegees in the soundtrack! Deneuve and Dépardieu doing the Night Fever dance! Squirrels! Hot truck drivers with sideburns! son Laurent who looks like Claude François, daughter Joelle with a Farrah Fawcett hairdo: this film gets a ten+ for the art direction and a 9 for the colourful cinematography.

As for Deneuve, in a role reminiscent of 8 Femmes' Gaby (2002 - she made 17 movies since!) is bubbly, sparkling and the stuff movie stars are made off - she sucks the viewer into the story.

Dépardieu, well is Dépardieu; Deneuve's husband played by Fabrice Luchini is the weak link in the story. He never comes off as a credible character. The kids' acting is alright, though they sometimes blend in with the wallpaper too much. It's just a bit too much visual and too little feeling.

Potiche is a Japanese flower pot and a merry housewife and Suzanne Pujol at first appears both. As the drama unfolds, there is more in Suzanne than we first thought. The story is like a soufflé, pleasant, fluffy and at risk to implode at times.

What perhaps should be a study about women's emancipation in the Seventies has more of a feel of a prequel to 'Dynasty a la Française', and a whiff of British comedy 'Are you being served?' thus making the viewer feel a bit iffy at times.

We saw this as the 5th movie at a film screening in the Netherlands, right after Des Hommes et dieux (of gods and men - the French Oscar submission); in that context the exuberant pastiche that made potiche was a welcome delicious dessert of our day of digesting the finest films. Go and see it!

Unfortunately this movie is one of these movies you just want to forget about it. As usual Dépardieu saves the movie to get the pass (well the pass... 4/10), but the rest of the crew are quite dull in any sense.

The comedy is inspired in 1977/1978 in France, in the rise of the feminist. It will be nice if the director uses the 70's as a good scenario, but instead he only displays few 1970's cars and does it.

The poor sense of humor makes the movie almost unwatchable.

In the last years I have watched almost 300 movies, this is one of the worst.

Gabriel Renom

Review of POTICHE (Trophy Wife) The Good

It's a a frothy comedy, but managed to touch upon complex issues of gender, personal triumph and defeat, marriage crisis, ideologies and political dynamics intertwined with personal lives. It's done so without getting heavy, almost effortless, making the viewing experience a delight.

Suzanne Pujol is another star vehicle for Catherine Deneuve. And no matter how many times I've seen this, and regardless of her age, she seems to deserve it as her birth right. Deneuve bounced off descent performances by a star line-up of half of the who's who in French cinema including the likes of Gérard Depardieu, and it was fun to watch.

The plot and the ending are not over the top, though very polished still somewhat true to life. Easy said than done for a personal triumph story in a light comedy.

The Bad

Deneuve seems to be having so much fun in her role, but I never quite cared as much. At more than one occasions, their performance may appear effortless at first, but getting thin and tiring quickly. The characters' youthful indiscretions, twists and turns in the plots seem to be strong spices without good food to cling on to.

The Ugly

It is so polished that, at times, I feel three or four short trailers would have done the job. Kind of like visiting a small pantheon of contemporary French acting Gods in a lazy Sun afternoon.

"Your job is to share my opinion." Robert Pujol (Fabrice Luchini) to his wife.

As you can tell from the trailers and the above quote, Suzanne Pujol (Catherine Deneuve) will not remain a potiche (Trophy wife) for long in Potiche, a fluffy satire of the late '70's fascination with the feminist movement. It's a lightweight look at the emergence of a woman to run the family business in a style that melds conservative and liberal values in the form of negotiations with unions and meaningful dialogue.

The soft touch of director Francois Ozon is evident in almost every frame, from Suzanne's modest but flattering outfits to her soothing charm that binds friends and family in a humanity coming partly from her considerable beauty, even as a middle-aged woman, and partly from a script that leans to the left with good cheer.

Along the way writers Pierre Barillet and Jean-Pierre Gredy (both successful with Just Go with It) guarantee Suzanne will triumph in the factory and a coda that looks ahead to Hillary Clinton. Although none of the dialogue is memorable and some of the setups sophomoric, the film retains its respect for her and the mission of feminism. The sweetness of it all is that despite her philandering husband, Suzanne has a checkered past as well, making for a balanced battle of the sexes.

This film was primarily a glorification vehicle for former world beauty and French film icon Deneuve that got way too precious and obvious in its abject adoration by the end. This comedy about a tough factory owner who was kidnapped by his workers which allowed his more caring wife to take over his job was a bit better than TV quality fare and not much more than a mostly pleasant way to spend a couple of hours seeing how much a once great beauty has aged since her spot at the top of French cinema in the 60s and 70s. Deneuve's acting skill has not declined as much as her looks have but it has not improved much since then either, as her even, vapid personality made her role mostly uninteresting to me in this film just as most did back in the day. Other than her deserved status as a very attractive woman, there never was much there there. However, film always has been the showcase for the most beautiful women, as they do sell tickets no matter what kind of "acting" they do, as it's their "being" that counts more to an audience, especially to men. To their credit, the French are very appreciative and adamant about their icon worship, done very well recently in "The Illusionist" starring a graphic character of the incomparable Jacques Tati, but they went too far with little quality in Potiche.

Vehicle movies are pure vanity pieces and often dismissed as fluff homage, and usually do not recover the cost of making them as they mostly do poorly at the box office due to their too-obvious glorifying agenda where story is very secondary to the primary purpose of overt and excessive icon adoration. This film may do fine in France, but I fully expect very poor box office to be the case in America.