Michel Blanc may be the French Woody Allen. It seems a ridiculous comparison to make—and nothing can truly compare to Allen in his heyday—but Blanc recalls an earlier, simpler Allen, whose hijinks involved casually being depressed about the inevitable expansion of the universe. When Blanc argues with a bathroom attendant about whether or not he put almost a Euro’s worth of change in the dish while she was away, it’s textbook Allen, and it warms the heart to see someone other than Larry …More