Donald Trump checked the Tuche: pity, save us a sequel!

Olivier Baroux was right to leave the ship for fear of shooting the film too much. Jean-Paul Rouve was unfortunately taken care of. Without the slightest inspiration. He was content to copy what had walked, without enriching the characters or the intrigue. The scenes follow one another, without tail or head, like cords of secular clichés worthy of Benny Hill, with the sole purpose of allowing Jeff, Cathy, Stéphanie and Wilfried to place a steady reflection of the style “You’re fast because you have a mustache!” (we don’t invent anything …). And then, that’s all. In terms of decline and reflection on current society, yet highlighted in the first installments, it’s just nothingness. The scenario looks like Wilfried’s vocabulary: almost nonexistent, repetitive.

At the Brussels Palace, Claude François tells Cloclo for the first time

God Save the Tuche: a franchouillarde caricature Pataude

It is obvious: God Save the Tuche Voids. Even the contrast to the British phlegmatic falls into the English Channel, the king and the queen having much more than a little distinguished in this franchouillarde Pataude caricature.

Of course, the fans will laugh before the Tuche do not open their mouths. And will start screaming “Fries, fries, fries” at the exit of the projection. But the others will be at best disappointed with this suite of sketches at the fort of deja-vu. Even frankly irritated by the insipid gags filmed softly. However, Jean-Paul Rouve does not exclude a sixth part. “It is the public who decides”he explains then, use your power, refrain from viewing this pants worthy of the latest breathless parts of Bidasesof The seventh company or Undersene. And save us The Tuche: Mars Objective, Tuche in Ukraine, The Tuche and the Empire in the middle or My tuche in nudists. Pity…