An appealing cast, yet not Gérard Depardieu at his best; who could blame him for delivering here the impression that he is bored? Vincent Lacoste is given such an insignificant role that we might as well have done without him. Andréa Ferréol shows up in a pleasant sequence, yet so very shortly. Solène Rigot, soon forgotten, gives a glimpse that she is really worth a much better part. Benoît Poelvoorde's eccentric and yet very human figure is the only one to stand up (so to speak) throughout a poor script leaving such a feeling of bad taste and totally missed opportunities: the theme of father and son, the problems facing the agricultural world – such a basic aspect of public health –, not to mention the wine-producing tradition as a deep part of French culture...
Review of Saint Amour
