A warm and ribald comedy, still as hilarious as they come. Under the trees that cast their sunflecked shadows, the constant debates of a village are diverted when the new baker's wife runs off with a shepherd. Not that it surprises anyone (the postman rings twice in Provence, too), but the baker says he cannot be two things-a cuckold and a breadmaker-at the same time. It behooves the villagers to band together to find the wayward wife, for she is their daily bread. Even the priest capitalizes on the shepherd metaphor, but the remoteness of the Church ("Your god can't run away, he's nailed to a cross") is counterposed to a growing compassion among the townspeople for this uninitiated newcomer who is so profoundly moved by his wife's metamorphosis. Largely a vehicle for the magnificent actor Raimu, this is a classic of cuckoldry, as poignant and powerful in its way as The Blue Angel.