With titles such as Ciboulette, Fric-Frac, Douce, Le Diable au corps, Lauberge Rouge and La Traversee de Paris punctuating a very tasty CV we were perhaps entitled to expect more from Claude Autant-Lara than this suet pudding snatched from the jaws of a soufflé' but on the other hand he did shoot it in his 60th year at a time when he had, to all intents and purposes denied the Holocaust so if the requisite allowances are made it could be worse. Plot-wise it's fairly straightforward; we're in Occupied Brittany in the middle of the war where a newly married (three months) bride missing her German officer husband, turns up to be near him. She is fluent in French which always helps, of course, and sent to live with widow Francoise Rosay so now all we need is something to HAPPEN and the script duly obliges in the shape of Rosay's son, a Resistance member, who parachutes in from England to guide the English bombers to a prime target; so now we have two young people thrown together and nature waiting in the wings to take its course before ensuring that it all ends in tears. Worth a look, certainly, but if I sold it higher than that you'd call me misguided and/or a liar and you'd be right.