Unfortunately, since Chris’ earlier visit to broadcast headquarters came just before a massive explosion, the TV station’s security cameras have mistakenly identified the mild-mannered Romeo as an international terrorist. Meanwhile, screw-loose Zen thug Stan (Hippolyte Girardot) arrives with a killer commando to snuff a Mafia-busting judge who also resides in Bellac’s apartment complex.
The SWAT-team cop in charge of the two-pronged debacle is under pressure from his mistress (Anemone) to leave his wife, while Chris and Bellac are saddled with a wacky female neighbor and her kiddie charge. Although basic setup is solid, drawn-out execution becomes increasingly contrived.
Explosions, helicopter shots and scenic takes on Paris are slickly rendered. Fresh-faced Stevenin is appealing, and Russo is fine as the ratings hound, but pic devolves into a shooting-and-killing spree that meshes badly with the bracketing humor — or intended humor.
Crafty sound design by multiple-Oscar-winning transplanted Yank Richard Shorr makes the proceedings feel more urgent and spectacular than they are, but script and direction suffer from insurmountable problems of tone.