I would have imagined the Jean Anouilh writing might have been more than I thought and is really rather sad. Also the cast you imagine would have been good but Mel Ferrer is rather terrible and the pretty Britt Ekland and Susan Hampshire could surely not look as awful. And then there is, the usually very good Philippe Noiret, he makes like an idiot and is very sad. I'm not sure if it is really the writing or the young director, Christopher Miles although what is good is the little glimpse we get of the streets of Paris.