The subject of child molestation sentimentalized and glossed over to a point where you can no longer be sure that that's what the subject indeed is. You would not have to be a bluenose, only an interested spectator, to wonder about such things as what else this reclusive mute gardener and this unloved eleven-year-old girl (seven when the relationship began) get up to after the filmmaker teasingly fades out from their innocent and infantile sex play, how they ever got together in the first place, how the relationship developed, how they worked out those prerehearsed scenarios they are so fond of performing with one another. Any show of curiosity along these lines, or others, will go unrewarded by the filmmaker. For basic attention to the mechanics of human interaction, this business compares very unfavorably to another not very good French film of eighteen years earlier, Sundays and Cybele, similar to this one not just in the May-December relationship (or perhaps February-November), nor in the childlike intellect of the older man, but even down to the German actor in the role: Hardy Kruger there; Klaus Kinski here. Directed by Raphaelle Billetdoux. (1980) — Duncan Shepherd
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