This is another one of those films that get mentioned a lot in film study texts, and favorite lists of famous reviewers. It's an enigma to me. Renoir set up his own production company and this was his first feature. That should explain how this thing ever saw the light of day, because if you were to take this back to a major studio as your final cut, you'd more than likely never work again. It reminds me a lot of a Three Stooges skit where nobody gets slapped. Only a handful of people could ever find anything interesting here, and I suspect a portion of those are just repeating what they heard somebody else say. When the film originally screened, one of the viewers tried to burn the theater down, a sentiment I was in touch with after having been bored silly by this rubbish. My conundrum is this... if I really loved this movie and thought it one of the best movies ever made, who could I share it with? My wife wouldn't sit through ten minutes of this. If I recommended it to my friends, I would hate to see the looks on their faces if they actually tried to watch it, let alone what they'd say about it. If it ever had any relevance, that time has long since passed. Basically, if you're not going to dissect this movie with your film appreciation prof. for a paper he's having you write, then skip it. One of the best? I didn't laugh, I didn't cry, I didn't care. There's a reason this thing didn't gross fifty dollars worldwide... it's terrible!