Lanky Belgian comedy duo Dominique Abel and Fiona Gordon reteam with director Bruno Romy for their third goofball romp, this time set in the industrial seaport town of Le Havre, France. Abel is Dom, a mopey chap who lives a life of no real significance. Every evening he pedals his beat-up bike to a lousy hotel job, where he chomps on drippy ketchup sandwiches and slugs through his few duties as the outfit’s only late-night employee. His world gets rosier, however, when Fiona (Gordon), who basically looks like Abel in a ginger wig, shuffles in claiming to be his special fairy.
The two fall helplessly in love, setting off on a series of whimsical hijinks like rocking an energetic funky chicken on the ledge of a high-rise and copulating in a giant clam shell at the bottom of the sea. That final act produces a baby (her belly inflates in a matter of seconds, if that gives you an idea of the flick’s surreal vibe), who gets flung around like a rag doll for the remainder of the film. There is some conflict here — Fiona and babe turn up missing for a brief moment — but for the most part, any semblance of a plot is danced around by one drawn-out slapstick routine after another. It’s hard to hate on these knuckleheads, but one does start to wish for an ounce of get-to-the-point a little over halfway in.
