Slow pace in the most part of the movie.

Although it has its amusing moments, in eneral the plot does not convince.

Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.

Worth seeing just to witness how winsome it is.

it is the film of Ingrid Bergman. like a demonstration of the comedy virtues of an actress defined by the roles in drama. in same measure, it is a Jean Renoir film. and both pieces are important for define a seductive, easy story about a young woman and her cruelty, in different forms, against the men. all is predictable and charming and comfortable. and this is the most important thing. because, it is the good occasion to meet an old fashion seductive small film , perfect for a beautiful leisure time.

it is its virtue. and its purpose. not to impress or to be remarkable. only a nice mixture of color, joy, music,crumbs of comedy and lovely actors. and it is enough. a film of Ingrid Bergman. and Jean Marais. Mel Ferrer and Juliette Greco as perfect spice. and few adorable scenes. a film of romance, songs and joy. short, a Jean Renoir and piece of a long chain of period. an oasis. not complicated, not really bad, far to be boring. charming at whole. and, sure, full of lovely situations. a film who remembers a special lost sensitivity. and nothing more. because, as Disney creations, essence in this case is the spell. the delicate and precise magic. and mission is complete.

Silly concoction is a minor work for all involved. Ingrid, in her last foreign film before her Rossolini fueled exile from Hollywood ended with her triumphant return in Anastastia, is charming and her dresses are incredibly beautiful. But the settings have a sense of falseness to them, even wealthy people's homes look like someone lives there, these are obvious sets. Even the outdoor scenes have a claustrophobic feeling of being stage-bound. Renoir doesn't seem comfortable with the material or perhaps he didn't believe in it, either way it's missing a light touch that would have turned the film into a charming soufflé instead of the flat farce that it is. Mildly amusing but almost completely forgettable.

Renoir is regarded my many critics as among the greatest directors to stand behind a camera. By the time he made this film, he was approaching his twilight years and had no doubt read his press clippings and come to believe that he was indeed a great artist who could turn everything he touched into a masterpiece. No director, however, can make a good film without a decent script. The script for this, if there was one to begin with, is a complete mess. There's no rhyme or reason to anything that goes on, and the "comedy" is not the least bit amusing. Poor Ingrid somehow managed to continue her career after this atrocity. At least the color is stunning.