In this French film, Marcello Mastroianni plays a man who is diagnosed as being pregnant! This would explain all of Marcello's aches and pains and swelling! His wife (Catherine Deneuve) seems quite pleased with it and Marcello seems to accept it all rather easily. In fact, that is an odd thing about the film--the public and media also accept it rather easily--perhaps too easily! And, in light of this, it's odd that he wasn't subjected to a huge battery of tests--it's just accepted! The idea of a pregnant man could have been handled in a wide variety of ways--and the rather matter of fact way it was handled here surprised me. This film was NOT handled as slapstick or as an obvious comedy--more like a mildly amusing film and that is all. That, combined with the VERY anti-climactic ending made for a film that was diverting but not especially satisfying--good as a time-passer but with very little to say about gender roles or inequities or comedy. This is a case where a film has an exceptional director (Jacques Demy) and some exceptional actors were hampered by a rather mundane script despite the novel idea (after all, this film came out before "Rabbit Test" and "Junior").