IT’S August 1944 in France and something truly remarkable has happened. Turns out that, contrary to the impression they may have given over the previous five years of Nazi occupation, every single Frenchman and Frenchwoman was working for the Resistance all along.
Sure, one or two may have gone with the flow and traded goods or sold their bodies to the Germans (a girl’s got to eat!); others may have gone further, perhaps betraying a Jewish family or even working alongside the Nazis for the Vichy paramilitaries the Milice (as depicted in that chilling Louis Malle film Lacombe, Lucien). But it’s all water under the bridge now, right?