An upstanding provincial reporter becomes presenter of the TV news on a commercial network owned by an influential Italian businessman. He soon outgrows his family and neglects them terribly. Investigating a fascist terrorist cell, the reporter's integrity is called into doubt by the police. Soon after, his jealous wife unleashes her wrath live in TV. It goes from bad to worse until his wife's anger brings him back to his senses and back home.
Jeannot Szwarc
Director
Christian Clavier
Gérard Bréha
Clémentine Célarié
Marie-Ange de la Baume
Marie-Anne Chazel
Corine Bréha
Annie Cordy
Jany
Philippe Khorsand
Régis Montdor
Antoine Duléry
Alex
Franck de la Personne
Stéphane
Marc de Jonge
Vernon
Angelo Infanti
Giacomo Contini
Jean-Paul Muel
Castol
Maurice Lamy
L'albinos
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