The tender affection delicately shared between the loving members of a heartfelt couple, routinely generating awestruck accolades through the nimble art of jocose spontaneity.
Living together in New York Sophie cooks and Gordon teaches, their sturdy union a fluid cascade bearing versatile witness to collective enchantments.
She's an exceptional chef and one day her ex appears out of the ethereal blue, to offer her a coveted position managing food services at the Château Frontenac.
She has to compete for the job but since her family lives close by, she'll be able to re-establish contact and spend cherished hours ensconced à la ferme.
Gordon is up for the challenge and generally supportive of his partner's endeavours, although when he discovers that Sophie and her potential new boss were once lovers, he responds with critical animation.
The challenge goes well it crucially seems like the brilliant chef may land the position.
The family farm still in financial jeopardy.
Gordon increasingly unable to stay cool.
I never spent much time reading great romantic works of fiction, or even paperback melodramas effectively disseminating romantic visions.
Romance does immaterially blossom in many classic science-fiction films however, technologically endowed on interplanetary scales intergalactically inclined to diplomatically blossom.
Chez les beaux parents presents an alternative style of Québecois filmmaking, an international collaboration no less with prominent filmmakers from the United States.
It's not Babysitter or Mommy or Tom à la ferme or Quand l'amour se creuse un trou, it's something much more tame more zoological more glad-handing more mainstream.
It's not that it doesn't mean well or that it doesn't try to incorporate more rugged scenarios.
Which probably worked for many people who saw the film.
Who most likely loved it.
Don't listen to me.
The filmmakers still love Québec and that's plainly evident throughout the film.
And I can't critique such ingenious preferences.
Especially on an international scale.
