The cinema of Blier will never age, like the smile of Mona Lisa. Vinci put on the canvas the secrecy of the heart of this woman, and, in "Mon Homme", there is the same shamelessness, Bertrand Blier expose his characters and strips until their hearts... There is tenderness, all the tenderness of the world, as in the "Voyage to the end of the night" of Louis Ferdinand Céline. It is a black film, a pink film... The setting in scene is splendid and the images are extremely neat, splendid. This film is an explosive mixture of beauty, tenderness, shamelessness and emotions :So only a few people can love this movie and can appreciate Blier (not the Blier of "the balls" or "tenue of soirée", of course...)
