My love of this film is heavily linked to everything it manages to achieve that so many other films with more money and resources fail dismally at.
So many films have striven for the magic of Jacques Demy and fallen flat on their asses. Mousoulis succeeds because he understands not only the melancholy aspect to Demy but also the mundane.
It can be a difficult thing for the ear to adjust to mundane vernacular being represented in music, whether it be in a Michel Legrand ditty or an opera recitativo. Once you embrace it, of course, it’s dazzling.
There’s a great amount of wonderful humour that comes with this, too. There’s definitely a beautiful knowing sense that comes with having…