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As I seem to belabour in every ‘review’ here, cinema is not merely for the eyes. It is a veritable feast for all senses, and persists long after the final frame is passed; lingering like the scent of saffron in a wafting breeze, and the draught of vintage (“that hath been cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth…”). The second collaboration between Vincent Paronnaud and Marjane Satrapi is a whimsical and sensuous one, and there is hardly a more richly satisfying and heartfelt film of this year than Poulet aux prunes.