It’s great, being able to pretend I’m watching French movies on my tablet for ‘work’.
Yes, it’s true that I’m going back to university in September for a four-year degree in French. But watching Dix Jours en Or last night had little work-related about it. I was enjoying it far too much
True, as we followed the adventures of the ridiculously good-looking Franck Dubosc, I was making notes as best I could on vocabulary.
But mostly, I was too caught up in the story of the polished ladies’ man who is left to look after a girlfriend’s son to worry about that.
Never has the struggle to look after a child and hold down a job been portrayed with such a kindly and realistic humour.
Practically every adult Dubosc runs into asks him why he hasn’t got a car seat for the child. From the interfering strangers to the little boy’s determination to go his own way, this is a story that feels authentic.