At French class today, we watched an award-winning French film called Monsieur Batignole. It was about a French butcher, who, during World War II, found himself in the aide of Jewish children seeking sanctuary from German persecution.
It had subtitles, otherwise I wouldn't have made heads nor tails of it. Spoken French sounds nothing like the slooooow French we learn in class; in real life, well, in this case the movies, spoken French sounds like rapid fire from full auto high-powered weapons of mass destruction.
It was a wonderful movie: heart-warming and funny. But what struck me most was the politics of the husband-wife relationship of Mr. and Mrs. Batignole. The movie was a window into the dynamics of French family life--at once educational and amusing.
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