L'oro dei legionari

Here we change director (it is not Georges Lautner with whom Jean-Paul Belmondo made a few movies), that is to say, stage manager, with Henri Verneuil. Whose films depend on the subject and the quality of the scenarios, the director not being able to transcend his material.

The sketches of the clown Jean-Paul Belmondo are present. He is supported here by confirmed actors, with Michel Constantin, the most sympathetic and interesting character of the film, Jacques Villeret, in minor mode, Michel Creton, in "I was passing by to see my friend the clown" mode: his character serves strictly no purpose.

Jean-Paul Belmondo's declamations of dialogues are sometimes ridiculous, and some dialogues are of an abysmal nullity. The screenplay is full of impressive clichés. The editing is lazy (those alternating shots between Belmondo and the shots of the rolling tank at the end are interminable). The film is particularly misogynistic with each of the female characters.

Is it possible to screw up everything with so many means? A lazy film.