Jean Rochefort is a veterinarian surrounded by pests. His clients, his friends (including Jacques Villeret at the top of his casting type), his sister (Hélène Vincent, perfect). But he will cross paths with Miou-Miou, who will help him find a meaning to his life. The film is a succession of scenes, even sketches, all of them jubilant. Where each actor gives his all. Among them, besides Jacques Villeret or Hélène Vincent, Victor Lanoux, Guy Bedos or Jean Yanne, sketch jubilant characters who more or less harass our poor veterinarian who does not dare to send them away. In short, Jean Rochefort is perfect in this character who is a bit of a coward and is the victim of others, whoever they may be (clients, family, friends).

Among the ephemeral characters, who have their own sketches, Guy Bedos, Michel Piccoli, Claude Brasseur, Jean-Pierre Bacri or Jean Yanne make brilliant contributions, each in a register that takes into account their mythology, that is to say extremely caricatural, but which hits the nail on the head. The structure in a sequence of sketches is not detrimental. The unity is provided by the character of Jean Rochefort.

So, quality of writing, humor that hits the nail on the head in a world of petty bourgeoisie, and a nice love story with the character of Miou-Miou who brings sweetness and a certain romanticism in this world of pests.

A veterinarian, Henri Sauveur, is at the center of this comedy by Yves Robert. The low tolerance animal doctor is surrounded by irritating people who happen to come to him to bring their animals, also in his personal life he has to endure them. Henri must deal with equanimity and fortitude in order to endure the annoying presence of all those he happens to meet. The only exception is the lovely Louise, a woman he can relate to, but unfortunately everyone butts in when they are together.

Yves Robert and Jean-Loup Labadie are the creators of this comedy which probably had the right ingredients, but what comes out seems to be a case of too many cooks spoiling the broth. Jean Rochefort, one of the best French comedians, has the thankless job to be surrounded by idiots who make his life insufferable. Miou-Miou is Louise, although she comes at the midpoint in the picture.

The supporting cast reads like 'who's who' in the French cinema. Even the great Michel Piccoli shows up as a gay man on the prowl, probably a cameo as a favor to M. Robert. Jean Carmet, Guy Bdeos, Valerie Lemercier, Claude Brasseur, Jean-Pierre Bacri, and other big names in their own right are totally wasted. The film has some good moments, but those are too few to merit a laugh or two.

When his movies deal with childhood, the towering achievements that are: "the War of Buttons" (1962), "my Father's Glory" and "my Mother's Castle" (1990), Yves Robert makes unforgettable movies which are on a par with François Truffaut's. They even surpass them. Here, "the Dance of the Pain in the Necks" (1992) is of a different register since it is a comedy of manners and coming after the adaptation of Marcel Pagnol's childhood memories, it's a spectacular let-down. Here's why: pain in the neck characters fed a lot literature (Molière in the seventeenth century had written a play entitled "les Facheux") and cinema (Jean Dréville shot a colorful comedy simply called "les casse-pieds" in 1948). Robert and his screenwriter Jean Loup Dabadie revived this formula to deliver which seems to be on the paper an updated version. As a matter of fact, the adjective "updated" doesn't suit at all to qualify this movie. If a movie made in 1991 doesn't adapt the involved subject of the pain in the neck characters to the comical fashions and the social manners of its time, do you think it has the single chance to be a worthy artistic work and to attract crowds? The answer is no and this is on this point that Robert's opus has its major flaws. His movie is a courageous but bound to fail undertaking. Already, since "les Casse-pieds" and even in the space of 44 years ago, times have changed. Viewers's tastes have evolved and they have adapted to new comical references. Here, we have already seen thousands of times in cinema a good part of the gags used and certain gained an overrated reputation. The result is an enormous gap between Robert's opus which is several carriages behind and the expectations from the generations of the early nineties. Had the movie been open forty or fifty years ago, it would have certainly worked better.

The amount? An old-fashioned movie that brings out a tasty dreariness. The machine never really starts and before our eyes, it's a series or rather a juxtaposition of sequences with a well-worn comic. However hard a swarm of actors gives the best they can by doing their little act, it is no use. Too bad for the ones who did better acting before in other kinds of movies (Jean Yanne shone in "the Beast must die", 1969 and " the butcher" 1969 by Claude Chabrol) and the others who deserve better (Jean Pierre Bacri is on top form when he writes scripts and still more when he acts in them with his fellow worker Agnès Jaoui. Ah! "Cooking and Dependences", 1993 "a Family Likeness", 1996). Moreover, it seems that the movie was made with means saving. Witnesses? Two-bit scenery, particularly the jerry-built New York at the very end.

Why not choosing "les Casse-Pieds" instead?