Chinless Frenchman Georges (Philippe Chevallier) has cheated on his wife with Emmanuelle, wooing her with promises of fame as vain as the film’s slapdash antics. After a Venetian getaway devolves into a male horror fantasy, with Emmanuelle nearly incinerating his genitals with a crème brûlée torch, Georges escapes to his Montmartre pad. When Emmanuelle calls, toting a chainsaw, he enlists the help of Maurice (Régis Laspalès), the persistent charity-worker on his doorstep, who disguises himself La Cage Aux Folles–style as Georges’s wife. Precarious already, the scenario turns violent when Emmanuelle’s commando German boyfriend comes to exact his revenge. Aside from Laspalès’s enlivening physical humor, Poiré’s forced, formulaic comedy of errors has little to offer.