How can I stay within the IMDb guidelines and still say that this is my least favourite film ever. That it is a film for people who don't like cinema, and want it to be as respectable, tasteful and dead as the books they read. That it is dreary and predictable, with not one interesting use of the cinematic medium. There isn't even any sympathy with the subject matter, a plot filled with real nastiness; anything too unpleasant is balmed by bland shots of pretty landscape. Yves Montand excepted, the acting is barnstorming ham more properly belonging to a 19th century melodrama.
Review of Jean de Florette
