Saw Partie de Campagne, a short fable-like story about a shopkeeper's family vacationing in the country. They come loaded with bourgeois pretensions and are despised by the locals, first for wanting fish for dinner (a dish so common it is only fit for cats and townies) and later for wanting a picnic (such a hassle, only an entitled city-dweller would demand it.) Two country boys (a rake of the 40s era and his friend) take a shine to the wife and daughter of the shopkeeper. The daughter is affianced to an absurdly wimpy twit (who seems overly excited about fishing poles (make of that what you will)) but this is of no account to the rake and his slightly-unwilling friend. The two guys and the family interact over the course of the day, sometimes as part of an understood mutual exploitation, sometimes as a sort of symbiosis.
The film is quite short (38 minutes, including credits) and is structured as a sort of farce (look no further than the wimpy fiance, the fat twittering mother) so the team with the most money ultimately wins this little spar. It is not as mean-spirited as you might suppose though. A nice little vignette.
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