It's called The Grocer's Son, but it should be called The Grocer's Sun. Why make such a recommendation? Because the star of this film is the star of all life, the star of every existence, the star at the center of our system of planets. The star is the sun. Closer yet, the star is the light of the sun. The rays of light in this delightful film startle the surfaces of walls, the interior of a passenger train, the faces of the young and old people, the trees, the rolling hills, the rooftops of the village, the winding roads, the slow summer clouds above a French countryside.
Also what looks marvelous in the light is a rather dull story—an attractive young man returns with an attractive young woman to a village to help his mother run a store and grocery van while his father recovers from a heart attack. The young man drives the van around the village, selling this and that to very old, weatherworn people. Inevitably, the young city slicker learns a lesson about life. But trust me, The Grocer's Son, which was a hit in France, will hold a spell on you until its last five or so minutes.