I can’t deny to being utterly charmed by this. It’s a bag of creaky clichés but it really commits. It takes its time, has some astute observations and is quaint without being ironic. It’s a nice film.

It is also rather ridiculous, as the bin workers on strike are used as an aesthetic backdrop to underpin the righteousness of Mrs Harris (who totally goes on Paris). They even have a plot device communist whose job is to facilitate Dior turning from elitism into commercialism. Meanwhile, a homeless French man who drinks wine and talks about existentialism talks about the power of the workers.

The thing is, it is a lot of excellent performers completely selling everything. It is a ludicrous picture but it is earnest and has quaint notions.