A typically strange Ferreri diversion with Custer staging his last stand in modern day (1970s) Paris. Incongruities abound - and provide some amusement (Mastroianni cantering down a shopping street, hangings in a railway station, etc.), - but tend to drown the political commentary e.g. race relations, Nixon, etc. It's generally amusing, if a tad wearing, although the actors seem to enjoy their dressing-up box moment.