It’s like what if you could take all the glorious technicolor beauty of Hitchcock’s Vertigo, or Powell and Pressburger, but let it be a Jean Renoir film. Strawberry preserves from Heaven. Now I understand the French Resistance in WWII. If this is what they were fighting for. I would have too. And would now. The Boulangerie, the "upper class" slumming the vivid blue postered dancehalls, pickpockets, whisper of weed daddy-O, mention of camembert. This is a great film.