I can't fully agree with the previous commenter, who dismisses this out of hand although I do concur that it is far from Clouzot's best. It is, I'm afraid, very much the old story - the previous commenter is resident in France where it's possible to see great French vintage movies almost nightly on television whilst I am resident in England where even London is starved of French cinema - if we get 20 French titles a year we're lucky and the majority of those are new releases. Personally I'm not about to turn my nose up at ANY film which boasts Louis Jouvet, Saturnin Fabre, Pauline Carton, Bourvil and Daniele Delorme amongst its cast. This, to my mind, is a charming 'boulevard' piece involving two lovers - Bourvil and Delorme - one uncle (Fabre) and one mother (Carton) applying a joint spoke to their amorous wheel as Louis Jouvet quietly chews the scenery as a ham actor almost as bad as Charles Laughton or Donald Wolfit in their prime. So though it's not in the same league as Le Corbeau, Quai des Orfevres, Le Salaire de la peur or Les Diaboliques it is equally equidistant from chopped liver.