OK, this is not J-L Goddard [thank goodness], Truffaut, or Resnais. Sometimes you just want to be wrapped up in a warm feeling, entertained supremely well and end up smiling... ref "M. Hulot's Holiday." No one gets blown away by monster firearms, no one grinds on about their existential angst and the brief scenes involving sex are very much tongue-in-cheek. The pro film critics slated it as soft-centred and soggy but we all know they have had their souls turned to concrete and have forgotten the simple pleasure to be had from a film that sets out to produce the same effect as your first glimpse on Christmas morning of a Christmas tree strewn with presents. No need to elaborate the story. Just sit back and have a good time. Sheer delight.