LOL, that's not how you spell it.
The Umbrellas of Cherbourg is something of an outlier in the French New Wave canon. It's predominantly a jazz opera, highly influenced by American musicals, and yet maintains a unique sensibility that defined new wave cinema. It's shot primarily on location in Cherbourg, but the real-life locations have been given an artifice through lurid Technicolor, studio-lighting, post-modern graffiti and a pastiche of delightfully outrageous costume choices.
This could be a loose adaptation of Pagnol's Fanny trilogy, or just as easily…
Orcnado: The Last One.
I'm disappointed Peter Jackson didn't split the last movie into another trilogy. With a little effort his entire career could have been an infinitely recursive succession of fractal cinema that's relentless buildup without payoff. It would be the world's greatest art-installation and Charlie Kaufman would write a screenplay about it.