Blague dans le coin (1963) Directed by Maurice Labro
Comedy / Thriller
Film Review
The last decade of Fernandel's film career has an unmistakable sense of
desperation about it. With the comic actor's popularity set on a
remorseless decline, Fernandel looked increasingly ill-at-ease in
modern comedies that sought in vain to make him appeal to a new
generation of cinemagoers. No film illustrates this better than Blague dans le coin, a hopelessly
misguided attempt to re-position Fernandel as the Jerry Lewis of French
cinema (at least, that is what it appears to be). An
American-style comedy in a recognisably American setting, it falls flat
as soon as Fernandel opens his mouth, so out of place is the comic that
it is painful to watch him humiliate himself in such a hideous
concoction consisting of a third rate thriller intrigue (which, by the
way, is supposed to be funny) and nightclub cutaways that are as
welcome as commercial breaks. Would you believe that the dialogue
was written by Charles Spaak? Blague
dans le coin was just one more nail in the coffin for
Fernandel's ailing career.
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Film Synopsis
The third-rate comic Jeff Burlington finds work at Eldorado, a casino
in the American gambling town Las Perlas. Here, Jeff is
delighted to be reunited with his old friends Dolly and Betty, the
latter of whom is the mistress of Sammy Bradford, the shady owner of
the casino. When Jeff's first night proves to be a disaster, his
employer tells him to change act or leave town. Meanwhile, Betty
learns that Bradford is in truth the notorious gangster Golden Hand,
who intends to liquidate his rivals Lippi and Steinberg so that he can
rule the town unopposed. When Jeff pokes fun at Lippi and
Steinberg in his new act, the gangsters decide to eliminate him....
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