Adolph Green has, to put it mildly, never been much of an actor (remember when My Favorite Year stopped dead whenever he appeared?), but in this he doesn't act at all. He just yells and complains about everything in which Paris differs from Cleveland, as if saying that he doesn't like something and it's crazy is automatically hilarious.
Gerard Depardieu does act--as if he doesn't want to acknowledge he is in the movie and hopes no one else will notice. The woman who plays Green's daughter is as incompetent with her accent as with her acting--after living in Paris for two years, she sounds like an American child sounding out French for the first time. But, oh, doesn't she think she's cute.
One feels sorry for Linda Lavin, who is always nice, and who remains nice even amidst all this rubbish.
