One should be reassured: The St-Tropez police, headed by adjutant Adolphe Gerber and Ludovic Cruchot, is deepest province, despite the fact that the international high-society gathers there, since the contact between the policemen and the tourists is zero, except f.ex. during the nudity seasons and when the celebrate their triumph at the end of the 6 "Gendarme" movies. Otherwise, Ludovic Cruchot is totally absorbed by the problems of with beautiful daughter, his jealous wife or the regular circulation violations at the rural road crossings.
And now, the St-Tropez police gets elected to represent the France police in New York. (The audience asks: If the St-Tropez police is already a bunch of comedians, how must the Paris police look like.) But this movie does not get stuck in the usual slapstick and that form of comedy for which I only now one adequate term - in German: Klamotte, and it is perhaps just to say that Louis De Funes was in Europe that comedian who played this oldest and historically lowest level of comedy on the highest possible level. For that he will for unforgotten for all times.
"Le Gendarme A New York" does not exhaust itself in the fragile border land between comedy and comicality, since it is a great poetry of displacement. As if in the big city of New York there would be no place for the hungry policemen to satisfy their hunger, they send commander Cruchot to a butcher shop in order to get a "beef-steak" (as it can be ordered even in the smallest French countryside bistros). Arrived at a shop around the corner, Cruchot learns that the partition of the meat in America and in Europe has nothing to do with one another (and therefore it makes no sense to ask for a special French cut of meat). He finds finally something like an "Entrecote" in a dubious shop, is happy to bring it back to the hotel, but stands at a crossing of those big American streets which frighten every European and - which is more tricky - are named in a different manner than European streets are, namely along the streets and not directly at the corner. So, if there is the crossing of A/B street, the European never knows in which direction A or B leads.
Then, in the hotel, they cook Cruchots "scavenged" meat. As rank-highest officer, Adjutant Gerber cooks it in the "Dubarry" way his wife uses to cook it. We witness that for the six men, the cooking process, although accomplished on a gas-cooker, is nothing less than a ceremony, and that for the cooking time, the hotel room ABC at X avenue in far remote New York has become a French Exclave. In order not to spoil the movie, let me just mention that Cruchot gets even arrested by the New York police - solely on the reason that he reacts as he is used to do in St-Tropez.
And now, the St-Tropez police gets elected to represent the France police in New York. (The audience asks: If the St-Tropez police is already a bunch of comedians, how must the Paris police look like.) But this movie does not get stuck in the usual slapstick and that form of comedy for which I only now one adequate term - in German: Klamotte, and it is perhaps just to say that Louis De Funes was in Europe that comedian who played this oldest and historically lowest level of comedy on the highest possible level. For that he will for unforgotten for all times.
"Le Gendarme A New York" does not exhaust itself in the fragile border land between comedy and comicality, since it is a great poetry of displacement. As if in the big city of New York there would be no place for the hungry policemen to satisfy their hunger, they send commander Cruchot to a butcher shop in order to get a "beef-steak" (as it can be ordered even in the smallest French countryside bistros). Arrived at a shop around the corner, Cruchot learns that the partition of the meat in America and in Europe has nothing to do with one another (and therefore it makes no sense to ask for a special French cut of meat). He finds finally something like an "Entrecote" in a dubious shop, is happy to bring it back to the hotel, but stands at a crossing of those big American streets which frighten every European and - which is more tricky - are named in a different manner than European streets are, namely along the streets and not directly at the corner. So, if there is the crossing of A/B street, the European never knows in which direction A or B leads.
Then, in the hotel, they cook Cruchots "scavenged" meat. As rank-highest officer, Adjutant Gerber cooks it in the "Dubarry" way his wife uses to cook it. We witness that for the six men, the cooking process, although accomplished on a gas-cooker, is nothing less than a ceremony, and that for the cooking time, the hotel room ABC at X avenue in far remote New York has become a French Exclave. In order not to spoil the movie, let me just mention that Cruchot gets even arrested by the New York police - solely on the reason that he reacts as he is used to do in St-Tropez.