It's a busy morning in the household of Jacques Louvigny. Michel Simon is coming to discuss an army contract for hundreds of thousands of chamber pots; his wife, Marguerite Pierry, is wandering around distraught in her bath robe, complaining that their son is constipated and won't take his mineral oil; and he can't find the Hebrides under 'Z' in the dictionary.
It's Jean Renoir's first sound film (he had already written one to be directed by Alberto Cavalcanti), from a play by Georges Feydeau, a specialist in satirizing the middle classes. There's gossip. There's ranting. There's cuckolding -- Simon's wife has been having an affair with Fernandel -- and there's bowling with unbreakable porcelain chamber pots that shatter. It's all very middle-class and rude and very funny.
It's basically a one-set, one hour play opened up slightly for the camera. It's certainly not typical work for Renoir, but it's still a delight.