When Jean-Louis Fournier in Where we go daddy? takes the risk of evoking a theme "dicey" as can be, with us in short vignettes snapshots of her life with her two children like no other, it follows the confident, some to escape the agreed story , marshmallow good feelings. It does not give the best role, Jean-Louis, far from it, and prefers to recall that with his children it could be exempt from road tax and so ride in luxurious foreign cars where he walked his little princes dented ... Who else could it make us laugh with a Christmas in an institute where parents should take shelter under tables to avoid bowling balls, gift a father had "good "idea to give her son? Who else could write it "If you were like the others, I would be less afraid of the future. But if you were like the others, you would have been like everyone else. Maybe you would have nothing fucked in class. You would become offenders. You would have tinkered the exhaust of your scooter to make more noise. You would have been unemployed. You would have liked Jean-Michel Jarre. You would have married a bitch. You would have divorced. And maybe you would have had children with disabilities. It was a narrow escape. " Carapace of humor to confront the genetic lottery.
