Summer of 1943. In occupied France, not far away from the Spanish border, a famous old sculptor who is tired of life and wars finds the desire to work on his last masterpiece when a beautiful young Spanish girl comes knocking, after escaping a refugee camp in the South of France.

Easy on the eyes.

Whether you are a creative individual, a fan of well made French cinema or just a fan of the female form, you will find much to take from this crafted artwork. Not unlike the actual sculpture the film ends with (Aristide Maillol's magnificent la Mediterranee), the film is an almost perfect piece of art. Perfectly cast, perfectly performed with almost flawless direction, it stands in very stark contrast to the superhero / alien robot / silly ass film product that supposedly passes for cinema today. This is something very different. Shot in glorious French black and white, it delivers every ounce its makers intended. Yet another master class by Jean Rochefort in one of his final roles--never reaching, never selling, he just closes your eyes to the world around you for 105 minutes. He has help. Claudia Cardinale, unashamedly far from her days in Fellini's 8 1/2, is another very worthy player. But in the end, it all has to center around the artist's ultimate vision--the female form in all of its purely flawed perfection. Here delivered in great abundance by a luminous Aida Folch, who is easily up for the task of being one who could bring life back to an artist in quiet need, step for step with the great Rochefort.