Die sieben Todsünden

Entertaining film-á-sketch by different directors illustrating the seven more-fun-than-deadly sins in modern contexts. In turns glib, ironic, farcical, wry, witty, stylish, sexy and sophisticated, they're all watchable. In fact, even the least of them - it's difficult to say which that is - is downright impressive and full of good things - interesting simply for being French. Some are straightforward tales, others run like mini-features leaving you wanting more.

Sylvain Dhomme and Eugene Ionesco start off with a surreal account of Anger in which a fly in the soup leads to the end of the world. Edouard Molinaro delivers a chic, languid story of a maid and a movie star in Envy that may be the finest of all. Philippe de Broca's tale of Gluttony is a gently Tatiesque farcical interlude. Popular winner though, and most amusing on the whole, has to be Godard's piece on Sloth - filmed with the same panache as Breathless, it has Eddie Constantine wearily playing himself getting picked up by a chick and taken home; she's soon walking around in the buff but he's too lazy (or depressed, or cool) to get undressed. Lust, by Jacques Demy (doing Truffaut/Doinel) has Jean-Louis Trintignant and friend imagining scenes from Bosch in a café. Lots of nudity here. Roger Vadim does a classy piece on two-way adultery in Pride, dripping with sophisticated images. In Chabrol's lengthier effort to finish off (Avarice), a prostitute oversells herself to a bunch of soldiers and so becomes the prize in their lottery - a good mix of style, smut and comedy.

Quality ideas and film-making, most of it beautifully shot. Not greatness, just all-round artistry.