Borrah Minevitch, an American showman who has been in Paris a couple of years, put together the money, story, star and, above all, the knowhow. Apart from Minevitch, the production setup includes Fred Orain, who is a technician, and Minevitch’s comedy discovery, Jacques Tati.
The story, which is of the thinnest, shows a French village on a holiday. There is practically no plot. Supporting cast is of very small importance compared to Tati, who does the village postman. Jean Yatove’s music is adequate and direction, technique and tempo are all okay. But the one thing that counts in the picture is Tati’s antics, with practically no dialog.