The Lovers' Pocketbook

The past year has provided two endearing works of art, both French, that seem to me to have much the same quality of delicious and inconsequential charm. One is Jacques Tati's film 'M. Hulot's Holiday', that droll piece of poetry in mime that tells us all we ever need to know, as in a hilarious dream, about a holiday at the coast of Northern France. The other is 'Les Amoureux de Peynet'. - from H. E. Bates' introduction