Based on Marcel Pagnol's quasi-autobiographical novel about his early years,
My Father's Glory follows his parents moving from their little Provencal town to Marseille after his birth in 1895. The young Marcel proves precociously intelligent, swallowing entire books from an early age against his worried mother's wishes and with his relentlessly optimistic schoolmaster father's wholehearted support. Then the family moves to a remote house in the hills for the summer, and Marcel undergoes formative experiences in the wild landscape.
It is rose-tinted; nothing much transpires at all, and certainly nothing ill. Yet that's really the point: it's childhood remembered rather than factually recounted, as a succession of magical moments and atmospheres never to be recaptured in quite the same way again. Provided you surrender to its vivacity and can accept its perpetual cuteness, it's quite charming.
6/10
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