La Belle Américaine (Continental) is the latest French offering for motor-minded moviegoers: a souped-up export model, skaty-eight sillynders and loaded with hi-octane hilarity, that despite occasional wheezes will undoubtedly transport hordes of moviegoers with merriment. At the wheel is Robert Dhéry, a 40-year-old writer-director whose Broadway revue of 1958, La Plume de Ma Tante, is still humming along on the road. If he rolls on at this rate, he will soon be giving the incomparable Jacques Tati (Mr. Hulot's Holiday) a run for the funny money on the art film circuit.
The title is Dhéry's first gag. La Belle Américaine is not...