Gender-reversal comedies always become incoherent and self-contradictory at some point, whether it's through confusing socially-constructed roles with innate, 'essential' qualities of gender or just because the creators' anxieties become visible. They're usually made at a pop-film level that doesn't engage with 'authorship' in any depth, though, so the results don't usually stray from the cliched and predictable.
For better or worse (worse, really), Blier's an author, and this quickly becomes the most incoherent, messiest rendition of gender-reversal you could ever imagine; in the first fifteen minutes it projects the blame for women's position within patriarchy onto women themselves, and it proceeds in a similar vein for ninety excruciating minutes.
Even if I give ol' B.B. the benefit of the doubt,…