OSS 117: Lost in Rio (2009)
(OSS 117: Rio ne répond plus)
Country: FR
Technical: col/2.35:1 101m
Director: Michel Hazanavicius
Cast: Jean Dujardin, Louise Monot, Rüdiger Vogler
Synopsis:
The vainglorious and nonchalantly offensive French secret agent is sent to Rio to recover from an escaped Nazi microfilm containing names of French collaborators during the Second World War.
Review:
More racism and sexism, this time located in the swinging sixties, with jokes at the expense of the Chinese, the Jews and the hippies, apart from the sort of Nazi camp that would make even Mel Brooks blush. It's less deft than before, and a lot less subtle. In fact, by the time we get to the Vertigo/Saboteur/North by Northwest parodic climax overlooking Rio, we have long since stopped caring what happens to our tiresome hero. Still, it's better than Austin Powers.
(OSS 117: Rio ne répond plus)
Country: FR
Technical: col/2.35:1 101m
Director: Michel Hazanavicius
Cast: Jean Dujardin, Louise Monot, Rüdiger Vogler
Synopsis:
The vainglorious and nonchalantly offensive French secret agent is sent to Rio to recover from an escaped Nazi microfilm containing names of French collaborators during the Second World War.
Review:
More racism and sexism, this time located in the swinging sixties, with jokes at the expense of the Chinese, the Jews and the hippies, apart from the sort of Nazi camp that would make even Mel Brooks blush. It's less deft than before, and a lot less subtle. In fact, by the time we get to the Vertigo/Saboteur/North by Northwest parodic climax overlooking Rio, we have long since stopped caring what happens to our tiresome hero. Still, it's better than Austin Powers.
(OSS 117: Rio ne répond plus)
Country: FR
Technical: col/2.35:1 101m
Director: Michel Hazanavicius
Cast: Jean Dujardin, Louise Monot, Rüdiger Vogler
Synopsis:
The vainglorious and nonchalantly offensive French secret agent is sent to Rio to recover from an escaped Nazi microfilm containing names of French collaborators during the Second World War.
Review:
More racism and sexism, this time located in the swinging sixties, with jokes at the expense of the Chinese, the Jews and the hippies, apart from the sort of Nazi camp that would make even Mel Brooks blush. It's less deft than before, and a lot less subtle. In fact, by the time we get to the Vertigo/Saboteur/North by Northwest parodic climax overlooking Rio, we have long since stopped caring what happens to our tiresome hero. Still, it's better than Austin Powers.