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This is the sequel of "Le grand blond avec une chaussure noire", 1972. By mistake, i watched it before i watch the first movie. However, this is a comedy in the vein of PINK PANTHER franchise with Peter Sellers, so it's not a big deal. I mean, you can watch these movies even in the wrong chronological order.

Now about the sequel itself, this is not a very good movie but it was entertaining enough to watch it. Good actors and some hilarious moments that made me laugh out loud. The beginning was not interesting but as it progressed, it was getting better.

A good, naive and funny comedy for all the family.

The fun which audiences had due to Yves Robert's ingenuous story telling methods in "The Tall Blond Man with One Black Shoe" continues without any break in "The Return of the Tall Blond Man". Much of the action concentrates its focus on the notion that if a spy is created for some specific targets to be met, this person can also be allowed to die once those targets are achieved. French actors Pierre Richard as a spy and Mireille Darc as the spy's girl friend travel to Brazil as love birds where they are able to escape danger by being vigilant during all times. A key aspect of this film is about how a bureaucrat would try to do anything possible in order to please a minister ? This sub plot brings a fresh twist to the story wherein direct political involvement in matters of spies are brought to the fore. This situation gives rise to a minor yet decisive conflict between a secret agent and his contemporary.The fun does not seem to end as a lot of comic situations are added in the film to depict the futility of espionage.

Instances in here I find a little interesting and some parts are dope and the finale a little confusing in the orchestra but funny and good and the Bond parts are awesome. Good followup with turnabouts also known as twists.

I wasn't the biggest fan of the original "The Tall Blonde Man With One Black Shoe" (1972). I thought it didn't really go anywhere after setting up its premise - and, more importantly, it didn't provide enough laughs. This inevitable sequel is more slapsticky than its predecessor, resembling more a French (or, rather, French French) Inspector Clouseau. It has more and better gags than the first film, and the change of scenery to Rio is refreshing; even when it returns back to France in the 2nd half, it retains a Brazilian music beat. Mireille Darc wears another jaw-dropping backless dress, only white this time. A perfectly OK time-passer. **1/2 out of 4.

I strongly recommend viewing this sequel before the original. Indeed, Le Retour will probably leave you intrigued to watch "Le Grand Blonde", but I can easily imagine a viewer seeing 'Le Grand Blond' and not bothering to look for a sequel.

"Le Retour" is worth watching even if you've recently seen the American remake, "The Man with One Red Shoe". In fact, give it a chance even if you didn't particularly like the Hanks film -- the gulf is akin to (but not quite as large as) the one between Jean Luc Beson's Le Femme Nikita and the Hollywood remake -- a huge difference in tone, richness and sheer cleverness (This film may be where Quentin Tarantino got his by-now-familiar Mexican standoffs.)

If you worry about seeing films out of order, have no fear! There's charming introduction, where the characters and events of the original 'Grand blond' are dealt out and explained as cards in a magic act (rather clever ...and apropos) It may leave you feeling as if you're missing a lot of background, but you aren't. It's a fine demonstration of the show biz maxim "leave them wanting more"

I first saw this film over 20 years ago at a college-sponsored "Midnight Movies" and enjoyed it so much that I never forgot it and kept an active eye open for an opportunity to see it again (and show it to my friends)

About a year ago, I happened across both movies at a small local video. By now, I'd long since forgotten if I had seen the 'le Grand Blond' or 'Le Retour' (the sequel), so I started with the original.

It was such a total disappointment that I couldn't bring myself to put the sequel in the VCR. Where was the charm I remembered? I wrote the whole thing off as one of those college experiences you can never re- create. Could I really have been that different at 16?

Fortunately, I did end up playing 'Le retour' a few days later. It still held a large measure of the appeal I recall from 1978, and remains firmly among the films I recommend