Mlle. Gobette, an entertainer who has trouble keeping her clothes on, both on and off stage, more than gets her revenge for being ordered from town by a puritanical old judge. By the end of the film she has not only driven the judge crazy but also thoroughly confused and outraged his wife, compromised another judge, terrorized the justice minister's secretary, and nearly driven the justice minister from office in a whirlwind of scandal.
Silvana Pampanini, with a figure of awesome proportions and a queenly manner to match, sails through this French farce like a conquering heroine, again and again reducing her opponents to sputtering immobility. Though the plot is really this one joke, repeated, the stakes are higher each time, so the joke keeps getting bigger and more outrageous. There is a sweet subplot, too, of the secretary's love for the judge's daughter, who, since being hit on the head in England by a tennis ball, can speak only English. A touch of surrealism in an otherwise traditional tale of frou-frou and feminine wiles.
Silvana Pampanini, with a figure of awesome proportions and a queenly manner to match, sails through this French farce like a conquering heroine, again and again reducing her opponents to sputtering immobility. Though the plot is really this one joke, repeated, the stakes are higher each time, so the joke keeps getting bigger and more outrageous. There is a sweet subplot, too, of the secretary's love for the judge's daughter, who, since being hit on the head in England by a tennis ball, can speak only English. A touch of surrealism in an otherwise traditional tale of frou-frou and feminine wiles.