... which, in this case, is a collective noun I've seen fit to coin. It will be a great pity if this delightful entry doesn't make it out of France - why, when it has been playing in Paris for at least a couple of weeks it is still classed as being in the Cutting Room is beyond me. Jacques Villeret with a moustache yet for once plays it relatively straight, the normally drop-dead gorgeous Michelle Laroque plays down her usual vivaciousness to play, would you believe, a school marm buried in a tiny hamlet high in the mountains, and oh, yes, there's a kid, a Straw-Hat circuit low-budget Tom Sawyer/Huck Finn fish-out-of-water along to create low-key havoc. Charm is good to describe this entry shot on location at altitudes where you can all but TASTE the crispness in the air and as a realistic antidote to the Heidi-like idyll realism rears its nasty head in a scene where a dead farm horse is unceremoniously carted off on the back of a wagon to the knacker's yard or - we are, after all in France - to a one-star Michelin restaurant. For the record - if not for the curious - Malabar Princess is the name of an airplane that crashed in the area just before the first day of shooting. A great feel-good entry. 8/10
Review of Malabar Princess
