Richard Pottier, all but forgotten today, was as fine a journeyman as any director working in French cinema - he was actually born in what used to be known as the Austro-Hungarian empire in the middle of the twentieth century; he worked with Prevert, Fernandel and directed no less than five movies for Continental during the occupation and was at home in most types of film making him something of a small-scale Michael Curtiz. This hugely enjoyable entry would hardly claim to be original - two film flam men team up with a femme fatale to take a rich pigeon and forget their original goal when they realise he possesses a 'treasure' map which, if interpreted correctly will leave them up to their asses in ivory - but, as is so often the case, it's all in the wrists and when the wrists are on hands belonging to Isa Miranda we're in relatively safe hands.
Review of L'aventure commence demain
