Depardieu is an archaeologist who stumbles across the bones of the first French woman, a two million-year-old number called (in his sculptured model of her) Laura. Alas, he is taken for a ride by a scheming American advertising executive (Weaver), who wants to use his eternal woman in a campaign to sell perfume, and deceives him into thinking she is the director of a foundation which will give money for his digs. Then the real director (Westheimer) turns up...and the perfume woman gets kidnapped...and it all gets very silly. Depardieu coasts through it with his customary felicitousness and charm; Weaver's vaunted ambitions to do comedy are less well realised. There is more to it than crossing your eyes and sticking your tongue out. CPea.