A newspaper columnist meets a fashion designer in a plane to Paris. In that city, he mistakes her for a prostitute.
The two main characters are a man who devotes too much time to women, and a woman who devotes too little time to men. It's sort of a romantic comedy, but with the mellowness which is usual in this genre being replaced by comicity. Perhaps I should write that as 'attempted comicity', as it is not sure to make one laugh. It is not a very likeable movie, because the screenplay poses problems to itself which are not easy to solve in an elegant manner, but at the very least it sustains a coherent line of analysis of two types of characters: the womanizer and the masculine woman. In real life, these types tend to go on being like that all their lives and usually find, each of them, a niche of their own. In the movie, however, they fall in love with each other and reform their characters. It is a new kind of moralism.
Rating: 42
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