Word: eiffel
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...obliged to deal with one of his victims, one on one, man to man. That is simply arranged: Pierre (Thierry Lhermitte), a publisher, is suddenly immobilized by a backache on the very night he has asked Francois (Jacques Villeret), an accountant who makes matchstick models of things like the Eiffel Tower and the Concorde, over for a drink before the fools' parade. Francois is more than eager to divert Pierre from his pain...
...Bronchant's chic life, from his wife and mistress to his furnishings and fine wine. Yet the farce never becomes a simple enactment of poetic justice; no matter how much Veber paints Pignon as a really likeable, sweet guy who makes matchstick models of famous monuments such as the Eiffel Tower to numb his broken heart, he remains the idiot. All the misadventures he causes stem from his kindness and gratitude toward Bronchant. This is the awkward basis of the farce...
...skyscrapers, is eerily seductive--think Tom Cruise flailing like an insect in Mission Impossible, Harrison Ford in Patriot Games, Elizabeth Berkeley in Showgirls. Kick from showcases its espionage plot as a xenophobic triangle, with private eyes Katya Redhanded (Young Lee '99) and Newt Erd on the tail of Eiffel Over (Christian Roulleau '01), a breadbasket wearing, scent-spilling, card-carrying member of the HPT (Hairy Patriarchal Thespians). For the resident woman in red (she's got the real ruby slippers.), Lee does not ooze the carnality of--say--Carmen Sandiego, on whom his character is obviously based...
Amidst all the hubbub and shaved body parts, Roulleau quietly steals the show as helpless romantic Eiffel. With his searching blue eyes and soft-on-the-ears pseudo-accent, Roulleau simmers and bubbles into, well, a frothy soufflé. To continue the gastronomic slant this paragraph has taken, the entree of the day is Freida O'Pressed (Krishnan Unnikrishnan '02), a yummy morsel of spicy, tart and savory sweetness...
...them full of hopes the other half couldn't meet. Enough real stones on the dames to dam a stream, enough fake smiles between them to damn a soul. I wanted to be there about as much as I wanted to be on a Boeing flying into the Eiffel Tower. But Big Ben had made it clear that it would be in the best interest of my natural teeth, and as I needed those pearlies to bite the bullet that I knew was heading for me, I put on a black tie like a noose, and went. When they snuffed...