Tod eines Schiedsrichters

Jean-Pierre Mocky is a master in the construction of films with detestable characters, of grotesque pretentiousness in an insolent and unpleasant way, mediocre of course, who behave like animals, for the jubilation of the spectator. This allows to denounce many things as often with the director.

Between Michel Serrault who plays a psychopath, Eddy Mitchell who is a referee who lacks psychology, haughty and mediocre, and the whole gallery of characters who gravitate around: none of them is to be saved, none of them arouses empathy. Not even Carole Laure, Eddy Mitchell's fiancée, or Jean-Pierre Mocky himself in the role of the cop on duty who is always behind the times.

Michel Serrault and his band of monsters, physically and psychologically ugly, pursue a referee who made them lose their match, for an ultimate manhunt, with deaths and collateral destruction, passing by the stadium, a television set, a disused factory, modern and soulless dwellings, to finish in the bowels of the Earth, with an ironic end that can irritate.

A nice punch for the viewer.