This is, of course, a much-filmed story like Robin Hood etc and each generation will have its favourite version. In my case I found the best thing about it was the colour and I advise potential viewers to avoid travelling to the cinema by bus lest they drive a hole through the plot. Jean Marais is no Errol Flynn or even, nearer to home, Gerard Philippe, who made a memorable Fanfan La Tulipe and given Marais' status as long-time lover of Jean Cocteau it may not be inappropriate to describe him as a swishbuckler. Bourvil is on hand to provide comic relief but the best you can give this is that it passes the time more or less painlessly.
Review of Le Bossu
