Who knew red meat could be so funny? With butt and fart film comedies threatening to dictate the American way of life, some mindless riffing on the "What's for Dinner" theme might scare Coke-swilling, burger-munching youths into rethinking their diets. It's too bad then the funniest part about
Slap Her…She's French is, in fact, the undercurrent that Americans spend their lives eating barbecued ribs and potato salad. But the film's premise-the foreign-exchange student from hell--just doesn't amount to much, unless you consider that "the French kiss everything" is the very definition of culture shock.
Slap Her…She's French isn't a bad movie, but, hey, if you're hankering for BBQ frog legs, take a bottle of KC Masterpiece on your next visit to the Eiffel Tower.