Friday, Jan. 27, 1967

Dare Horse

Galia. "I am waiting for an adventure," sighs a pretty young Parisienne one balmy moonlight night as she casually flips a bright new franc into the Seine. As the coin sinks, an adventure rises magically to meet her in the form of an unhappy young woman (Franc,oise Prevost) who is trying to drown herself. Galia hustles her home for a stiff toddy and a stiffer talking-to. "I did it because my husband plays around," the woman explains piteously, and she implores Galia to find out if the filou has begun to miss her.

Galia agrees, and gaily runs off to begin the intrigue that makes Galia the sleeper of the season and reveals Mireille Dare, the 28-year-old actress who plays the title role, as France's most exciting new screen queen.

Galia is disgusted by her first glimpse of the husband (Venantino Venantini), one of those suavely swordid Italian knights of the bedchamber. But before long the girl falls so wildly in love that the fellow can do anything he wants. What he chooses to do modulates this movie from a sophisticated situation comedy into an ingenious killer-diller.

Dircted by Georges Lautner, Galia comes on so casually that the picture is half gone before the customer realizes what skillful cinema he is seeing. Recognition is instant, however, in the case of Actress Dare. Lean as a bean and chic as a cheetah, she has rather good looks, amazingly good moves and a sensibility as volatile as a Parisian taxi meter.

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