You deal here with a social comedy describing the usual schedule and problems that the ordinary citizens encounter every day and which concerns home, work, lover, subway and back home with wife, TV set, vacuum cleaner, kitchen, husband and kids. The kind of scheme in which nearly anyone could recognize himself. Typical of the early sixties, the suburbs, the music supporting the boring routine of those folks behaving like sheep, brainless and conditioned human beings. Colourless, odourless slow death, like a suicide by gas. From time to time, in some scenes, especially the first ones, you can think as a sort of poor man's Jacques Tati's feature, but with dialogues. At least, the spirit is here. It is one of the most interesting movie from Jean Girault, the director of the Louis De Funès's series GENDARME DE SAINT TROPEZ...
Review of Les moutons de Panurge
