A small masterpiece about the absurdity of life. Love and (gratuitous) violence are the main themes of this Labro's film in which we see criminologist Laurent Bermann (Montand) residing in that madhouse called Cote d'Azur and being assaulted by a strange type in a hotel toilet. He begins a love relationship with Dr. Constance Weber (Katharine Ross) and is eventually called by the police to identify the corpse of his assaulter. Later on he's assaulted again, this time on the strand, and he dies in the arms of the woman doctor. The viewer keeps expecting something to happen that will validate his patience, but zip. Nada. Not much violence or action, no real nudity, no real memorable acting. But a lot of crazy gestures and queer situations. And this is just what the director wanted. He keeps the mirror in front of life -- and of us. The message is: life is meaningless, because of fate.