With this brilliant film Henri Decoin skirts the territory practically patented by Marcel Pagnol and moves it from Provence to the banks of the Rhone where he subjects his Pagnol-like village to microscopic scrutiny where Pagnol was content to view his merely through a normal lens. There's a lot of healthy cynicism on display and for 1947 Decoin was more than cavalier in his irreverent approach to sacred cows. The Romeo and Juliet factor runs through it and it is interesting to recall that only a couple of years later a slightly better writer than Jean Aurenche (Jacques Prevert) and a slightly less gifted director than Decoin (Andre Cayatte) would explore a similar plot/theme in Les Amants de Verone and having said this let me add that I bow to no one in my admiration of both Jean Aurenche and Claude Autant-Lara, respectively among the finest Writers and Directors in French cinema. Almost inevitably Michel Simon steals the movie and Gaby Morlay is not far behind as his slatternly live-in lover but Decoin hits so many targets - organised religion, local politics etc - that the performances are merely a bonus. Decoin didn't get much better than this and that's saying something.