So much waving grass! And it's FRENCH! If you like French waving grass and period dramas about well diggers' daughters, this is the film for you. The grass starts waving right in the first frame, and it's waving grass that's so good, it also includes poppies. Unavoidably, a lovely young woman in a print dress and kerchief carrying a basket must walk through this waving grass. (Spoiler alert: She is the well digger's daughter.) In case there's any doubt about how pretty the waving grass is, there's a seal right at the beginning confirming that the film was made with the support of the region of Provence. The sun-dappled stream that the shopkeeper's son will, inevitably, carry the well digger's daughter across (because she is unable to untie her old-timey shoe) is also very pretty. Later, the tree-lined roads that he must, ineluctably, drive her along on his old-timey motorcycle will also be so, so pretty, because in this kind of movie, pretty tree-lined roads are required by (French) law. When, naturally, he takes her virtue in a field, that field is goddamn good-looking and—yes—possessed of lots of waving grass.

From the first shot of waving grass, you might notice that the music, while very pretty, is also the tiniest bit foreboding. That is because this is a French period drama (notarized by Provence, remember?), so the course of true love will not run entirely smooth. It will, however, run boring. She gets knocked up, and he, of course, has to go to the war, and her dad is a bastard about her baby, calling it a bastard (that's "bâtard" in French). Because this is French, there's also some stuff about class (i.e., well digger vs. shopkeeper), but even Charles Mudede would find it dull. The knocker-upper is—gasp—reported missing because his plane was shot down. But do you think maybe he—gasp—comes back and the music finally gets more cheerful and everyone is happy among the waving grass? The end. recommended