For better or worse Jacques Becker is destined to be remembered - at least outside France - for Casque d'Or and whilst this is not bad as memorials go it's a pity that some of his other work such as Touchez pas au grisbi and this one are not better known and/or perhaps do not travel quite so well. Marcel Pagnol has a lot to answer for but not all of it is bad. He wrote the Book as far as French Provincials are concerned and if imitation really is the sincerest form of flattery then he will be a happy bunny and smiling down benignly on the likes of Les Enfants du Marais, etc. Of course in 1943 he could have looked Becker in the eye and laid a broad smile on him for he was still very much with us and it is interesting to speculate on what he would have made of this entry in which, in no particular order, Lust, Avarice and Murder, shuffle to center stage, take a bow and exit pursued by a cliche. Becker returned to the group-as-microcosm plot time and again and often - Touchez pas au grisbi, Casque d'Or, Le Trou - the group was the Underworld, but here it is our old friend the 'extended' family. Deep in Charente - though it could be anywhere where trees outnumber people -live the Clan Goupi, each one complete with his or her nickname and like families everywhere they have their own internicine digs. But what's a group situation without a catalyst so enter Eugene Goupi, fresh from Paris - his mother had fled the claustrophobic atmosphere when he was a mere tot so he has never seen his 'family - and enter Murder most foul and missing treasure and green-eyed monsters all contributing to a rich bouillabaise that stirs rather than shakes the viewer. Some sixty years later the actors, to a man, are virtually forgotten but they live on in this bizarrely-patterned yet ultimately warm patchwork quilt. 8/10
Review of It Happened at the Inn
