I suppose Amelie Poulain is so long ago to qualify as a generation back so the makers of this treacly confection thought they could get away with a dubious claim to originality. Andrew Scott gives yet another good comic turn and Wilkinson tries his best. The less said about JBF's simpering woman-child, the better.
A beautiful story line told with both the best of cinematography and the best of theater. The tale is so delicate and precise, with not a single glimpse of unnecessary over dramatization nor narrative tricks. The final two minutes seemed a little rushed to me, specially for a film so carefully peaceful and with such a clever pace but, then again, it was just the exact amount of information needed. A neat film.