Les nuits de Montmartre

A comfortable budget (color ,wide screen ,which was rare in the French fifties) , the film squanders it in a story so trite it's impossible to take an interest in the misdeeds of Bobby ,a poor man's Arsene Lupin : the episode of the diamond and the coke which becomes sodium bicarbonate are,admittedly ,funny .But as far as the murder is concerned ,you do not have to be Hercule Poirot to solve the whodunit .

From the railroad shunting/switching ,it becomes a shower of finer feelings ,a flood of words of wisdom , and it's almost unbearable.

Although some actors of the prestigious comedie française and the excellent Daniel Cauchy are supporting ,the action takes a back seat ,like the precedent user wrote, to Paris by night :the Moulin Rouge,with the de rigueur French Cancan,plenty of dances ,of songs and instrumentals ,including a furious drums solo .On with the show!