For once, Francis Girod directed a film in which no one dies horribly (Lacenaire, and the unforgettable Trio infernal). It's a fairly sedate story of a French president with really chilly mien who tries to bury the fact of fathering a child from an adulterous affair with Catherine Deneuve. To help him do this, he has the very capable and sinister Interior minister, played by Michel Serrault, spare no efforts. Capable, with good performances from Serrault and Auclair as a gay publisher, but not really gripping.
Review of Le bon plaisir
