Dear Inspector
     
                   

Director: Philippe de Broca
Year: 1978
Country: France
Rating: 7.5

Aka - Tendres Poulet

This romance is delightful, breezy and very French. It is also a police procedural with four brutal murders. That may strike one as contradictory, but it works well. The murders are almost used as complications and barriers in the way of true love. It makes for a fast moving, quirky and smart film that will make you wish you were sitting at a cafe in Paris with a carafe of wine at your table and a plate of mussels watching the world go by. Playing the two romantic leads are the beloved bearded and slightly paunchy Phillipe Noiret and the spunky Annie Giradot. Their chemistry is as comfortable as a day in bed watching your favorite movies.



This is not young passionate romance, but that of two middle aged people nearly surprised that they are unexpectedly falling in love at this stage in their life. A gift. It begins with Giradot nearly running over Noiret on his bicycle. After apologies and amenities are made, they trade numbers. And then eventually realize that 20-years before they had a quick fling. They are ready for another one. But every time they are together, she has to go rushing off with no explanation. He is befuddled.



It is because she is a police inspector on a high profile murder case, but she doesn't want him to know what she does because it is a turn-off for men. And his mocking the police doesn't help. It becomes amusing as she tries to hide this as members of the National Assembly keep getting murdered publicly with a knife in their back. As she bounces back and forth between questioning witnesses and suspects and keeping the romance alive, it gets hectic and amusing - and the men she commands just look on with amusement and understanding. It is afterall love. It is Paris. There will always be murders, but not love. Directed by Philippe de Broca.