"Sir, I would like to ask for your daughter's hand."
"Why not? You've already had the rest."
Hardly a promising start for a marriageor a comedy. But French Director Claude Berri has a singular talent for reconciling opposites. His last film, The Two of Us (TIME, March 8, 1968), was built on the somehow delightful confrontation between an anti-Semitic old man and a Jewish nine-year-old. In Marry Me, Marry Me, Berri finds legitimate laughter in the plight of a pregnant bride-to-be, her philandering fiance, and parvenu in-laws who behave like outlaws.
Claude (Claude Berri) is the little Jewish boy of The Two...
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