Coline Serreau’s comedy about three hardened bachelors saddled with a newborn baby, produced on a modest budget and without bankable talent, is warm, hilarious and well-made. Serreau’s direction is bright and confident, avoiding the saccharine pitfalls of the material.
Most of the story is set in the sprawling Paris apartment that serves as the macho sanctuary of the three liberty-loving bucks. The baby is the unannounced deposit of a girl whom airline pilot Jacques (Andre Dussollier) has already bedded and forgotten (he is the alleged father), and who has taken off for the States for several months.
With Jacques away for the time being, Pierre (Roland Giraud) and Michel (Michel Boujenah) react with the expected panic and their calamitous first attempts to take care of their new ward are chronicled with a sure sense of farce pacing by Serreau. Added complications arise in the form of a small package of heroin, which the trio has been unwittingly harboring, and which is sought by both its dealers and the police drug squad.
Film marks the full-fledged screen debut of Boujenah, an exuberant young Tunisian Jewish stand-up comic who has enjoyed success with his one-man shows. Giraud, who has already shown deft comic abilities in previous films, hits full stride under Serreau’s direction. Dusollier comes across with skillful aplomb.