There's a good beginning:Jeanne has just won a prize for her latest detective story,but her husband ,a superintendent ,claims he is the true writer using a female pseudo.Naive Ann does believe her hubby helps the Third World :in fact ,he sells weapons here there and everywhere ;during a lunch with Muslim clients where she ridiculously keeps a low profile and acts as the maid ,she discovers the harsh truth.
It was intended to be a feminist manifesto,but if so,then it signally fails in its purpose,for the ending is downright reactionary. And if the writers blame the arms dealers,they do it cowardly.
As for the story ,it is entirely implausible and hardly entertaining.Only Girardot and Victor Lanous play their game well,but it's a waste of breath.
It was intended to be a feminist manifesto,but if so,then it signally fails in its purpose,for the ending is downright reactionary. And if the writers blame the arms dealers,they do it cowardly.
As for the story ,it is entirely implausible and hardly entertaining.Only Girardot and Victor Lanous play their game well,but it's a waste of breath.
