‘Cousin Jules’ Review
About midway through Cousin Jules there is a moment of absolute tranquility. A long shot of a stream shows a group of birds, presumably ducks, drifting along in the pale light of morning. Here, in the rural farmlands of France, we have come to find peace, quiet and natural beauty. Then a shot rings out, quite unexpectedly. There were no hunters in the f…
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