Review: Le fils de l'epicier

For the record: my reviews are not to be considered actual reviews. If that's what you're looking for then please google this movie and I'm sure you'll find some very reasonable ones. My endeavour is more to point out some aspects of the movie that stood out to me and somehow relate to my life.
And yep, in English! I'm hoping to use a couple words from my newly begotten vocab, such as corollary and burgeoning. Will try to squeeze those in:
'Le fils de l'epicier' (The grocer's son) is set in beautiful Provence, south of France. Not beautiful in a Swiss-Alps kind of way, or in an Alaska-wilderniss kinda of way... No, it's beautiful in it's complex-cultural-social-old-people-left-in-pittoresque-towns-with-houses-with-roses burgeoning-climbing-against-medieval-walls-gastronomic-historic-metereologic-unique kind of way. Nicely accentuated by some yellow filters by the way.
The best part is the girl... Claire (Clotilde Hesme, shouldn't have looked up the real name that just busted my pink bubble). There is this one scene where Clair (forget Clotilde!) runs out of the house when she hears the grocer's van approaching with the guy in it, Antoine. She comes out running with two wooden spoons and is all smile and lovy-doviness (and she's french, which helps a great deal) and she starts waving the wooden spoons as if she were one of those deck officers on an aircraft carrier. Reading back what I just wrote kind of made it seem not so sweet, but you should have seen her pulling it of! I then realised that girls don't do that these days you know. They don't coming running out of houses with wooden spoons, waving them in the air to welcome their lovers... I would love it if they did that. All of this is corolarry of my everlasting singleness (that's not actually true but I seriously didn't know how else to put this word in!).
I guess I'm just trying to say that it's a really nice movie. Kind of romantic but not too bad and I really think you should see it at some point. Vive la France!