In France, Even The Bread Is Called "Pain" (And They Can't Do Without It)

 

1986's "Jean de Florette" ("Florette's son, John") is the first half of Claude Berri's outstanding 6-hour epic on what it really means to be French - warts and all. I highly recommend it.

 

"Manon des Sources" ("Manon of the Spring") is the story's excellent conclusion. For a period piece, I still find it a remarkably accurate character study of a people, capturing more than the French - or their admirers - care to admit.