Klein's style of writing is the main point of intrigue in this film, because Mr. Freedom is a precursor to John Waters and Troma in terms of trashy goofiness. But the novelty quickly wears off and we are faced with a political farce so crude as to render it toothless, even self-defeating. It plays more like a parody of Klein's own lefty messages than of the subjects he intended to parody. It does deserve points for featuring a Serge Gainsbourg cameo.

Satire done wrong is a miserable thing, and very little here is done right. Klein takes aim at the easiest targets, paints with the broadest strokes, and goes for the cheapest gags. There were a few chuckle-worthy moments but most of it is groan-worthy. Klein is preaching to the converted. It's odd to see Delphine Seyrig amidst all this, but bless her heart, she gives it her all. On the plus side, the visuals are dazzling, with colors that pop off the screen and a giddy sense of set design.