Un gosse de la butte

As a former bodybuilder myself, when I was young, Serge Nubret was my idol, the greatest French bodybuilder of all times. He even competed against Arnold Schwarzenneger in Pretoria in 1975, racism countryland in this period. In this film, Nubret is very thin, compared to what he was on stage, believe me. This was a great surprise to find Nubret here in an almost major role, unlike the others he will have later: LE PROFESSIONEL, UN CONDE. But in the series PETIT DEJEUNER COMPRIS, in the late seventies, he will be a good Pierre Mondy's and Marie Christine Barrault's costar, also in the Belleville district, where Nubret had his own gym, first Rue rébéval and later Rue du Buisson St Louis, where I trained a lot. Back to this sweet little film, full of charm for an old timer like me, and Old Paris ever lover, this is a wonderful surprise, delightful. It speaks of racism in a nearly similar way as GUESS WHO IS COMING TO DINNER, but Nubret is not Sid Poitier. I like this cute little film. A lost Paris....As we also saw in LE BALLON ROUGE, the same Belleville and Menilmontant district. Montmartre is not the only and main hill of Paris.