Inspired by the stories and memories of her husband Jacques Demy, Varda created an affecting and enlightening portrait of the artist as a young boy, exploring the inspiration for Demy's films in the everyday world of his Nantes upbringing. Filming in the places of Jacquot's youth-his father's garage and the family kitchen where life indeed was all singing, if not all dancing; the rural home where Demy and his brother spent the war years-Varda beautifully employed Nantes residents as her nonprofessional actors. Varda's conceit is to have everything that feeds Jacquot's creative world-the puppet shows, the movie posters, a flamboyant aunt from Rio-in the saturated color of his own later movies, clips from which are relevantly interspersed here. But ironically, it is the black-and-white in which Varda so richly and skillfully evokes French life in the forties that feeds our own insatiable cinephilia.