I hate that ridiculous fairy tale, harrumphs Trintignant, in that familiar Gallic growl.
She takes it home, and the woodcutter knows immediately where the infant came from.
He wants nothing to do with it, and his threats to get rid of it are chillingly real.
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The heartless have a heart, he insists, a heresy that will not go unpunished.
Its a brief moment, but jarring, and the film wouldnt lose a beat without it.
It also makes excellent use of animation to translate Grumbergs post-modern use of the fairy tale into cinema.
