Awww

I can't not enjoy a film that begins with a group of adorable dogs running around a crumbling French village, spends two hours doing what Benny Hill could have done in 1 minute of sped-up footage at the end of his show, and then closes with a group of adorable dogs running around a French village.

And yes, there is of course more to Mon Oncle than that. Some folks aren't cut out for the modern world of gadgets and gizmos, and M. Hulot is of this quaint and puzzled breed. I found his refusal to mature into the 20th century mold quite refreshing, and look forward to seeing