or, to put it another way, it's very french. there on the—nose—nods to the films of terry gilliam, who makes a fleeting cameo appearance, while the overcranked zaniness evokes the heyday ofjeunet and caro, albeit without the visual invention. it's fun up to a point, but i remain baffled by the love heaped upon it in its homeland which is unlikely to be replicated here. it's in cinemas and on curzon home cinema now. that's it for this week, thanks for watching the film review. stay safe, and i'll see you next week. good morning. the weather story is becoming