Of all of Francis Veber's farces (The Dinner Game, La Cage Aux Folles, etc.), this is the one that feels most like a sitcom pilot, which is to say it's a farce most forced. One can hear the show runner's pitch now (translated from the original French, natch): "OK, so a valet who parks cars at a restaurant across the street from the Eiffel Tower has to live with a supermodel to cover up the affair the supermodel's having with a powerful executive whose even more powerful wife will leave him bankrupt and humiliated should she ever find out about the affair. Oh, and the valet's really in love with his kindergarten girlfriend, who needs 32,450 euros to cover the cost of her new bookstore. But the bookstore owner doesn't want anything to do with the valet till she discovers he's living with a supermodel. See, she doesn't know it's really a business arrangement, which it is and isn't when the supermodel discovers the valet's really kinda good looking. Jealousy and wackiness ensue." This isn't to diminish The Valet's good times, only to admit that it'll inevitably wind up with an English-language makeover and an 8 p.m. slot on ABC.
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