Le Farceur is a bit of a guilt pleasure, a charming little comedy that one feels almost guilty about enjoying. Not guilty because of any lack of skill in Farceur's making, but guilty because, more so now than when it was originally released, one really feels that perhaps one shouldn't be so quick to forgive the leading character. After all, he's really a shameless, self-centered, immature man who may really and truly have a great deal of affection and adoration for women, but who still really uses them just for his own ends. And yet, as portrayed by Jean-Pierre Cassel in the airy little confection that Philippe de Broca has created for him, it's hard not to give in. Vassel is perfectly cast, and gives a beautifully modulated performance that is a joy to behold. He dominates the film, even in the presence of such considerable competition as the beautiful Anouk Aimee. The whole thing is incredibly light and equally slight, a house of cards that any stray wind could blow down. Fortunately, de Broca guides the exercise with all the required delicacy. The result is titanically inconsequential, but a good deal of fun.