Cinema: Paris in the Month of August and The Killing Game

The French, they run a funny race. Give them somebody else's genre—Hitchcock suspense, slapstick à la Sennett—and they can dominate the field. But ask them to run on their own course—amour, with plenty of gallic—and, pouf!, they fall apart.

Exhibit A: Paris in the Month of August. A salesman (Charles Aznavour) becomes a summer bachelor when his wife and children take to the shore. Along comes the predictable blonde (Susan Hampshire) to scratch his seven-year itch. Her giddy giggle soon fills the sound track like a klaxon. The two go off on a picture-postcard tour of such out-of-the-way places as the Louvre,...