A painter of light, whose young female inspiration reclines draped lovely upon some beautiful outdoor couch somewhere, the elder master whose bandaged and arthritic hands hope to portray through oils and sunshine a gentle beauty whose hair of red enthralls. After the war though, and under his own advice, as the artist often sees beauty which the young, and unwise inexperienced young man whose blind eyes avert him from does not, sadly the soldier boy, Jean Renoir goes to war over and over, ever making drawn out error, such wrong decisions, he made his beautiful soul mate feel rejection, and against the solemn advice of his own father, disrespect. It was after all the artist Pierre-Auguste Renoir, the nave gentleman himself who said that whether a whore or a queen, it was wrong to disrespect a woman. Sometimes makes you want to stop to wonder, just what love means. ” I don’t despise you. Not at all. In fact I like you a lot,” she whispers to him amidst the woods and running creek land. An image, a scent, a touch, a sigh – Or is the real, caring love of one individual for another more than the eye may ever see? He also paints Pierre, who his brother softly insinuates unattractive in real life, and a handsome but unreal creature of rogue on the parlour-hung painting. Once after around a ten-year period, thrown off of the beautiful farm of a friend he served loyally, his heart broken as there was no reason at all given for this, slow time weighed heavily on the gentle artist, that and the unearned spite of the tremendous loss and amount of beautiful paintings not ever painted of or on that farm because of this. Whether a soul of slow despair and the patient diligence of the kind & loving artist, he somehow began to paint again. A painter must paint, and it is not like any other art. For one thing, a painter, she or he, may not care at all what kind of clothes they are wearing. And the authentic film about a very real, and infamous French impressionist period artist here, wears the part of the actor to portray him well. An actual French foreign film, his family (Renoir) who becomes astonished at his painting nudes again, does not much dispel the man anyway, as he who came up through the art world by way of a child who worked at a French art factory ceramic-style assembly line, his talent he first found by hand-painted matter – For in the world of art such as demonstrated by an earlier artist from Italy, Michelangelo, both artists contrast & combine to prove that such brush-examined analogy has a lot more to do with the world of sophisticated education regarding physical accuracy and spiritual balance of body from a physical or medical physician mode of study. In fact, such sketches or paintings are often called studies, as this is how the artist learns to transfer proper body image from sight to canvas. He learns by doing, and despite criticism from family members & friends, it appears that the artist whose work arrays a multitude of national and international art galleries as well as France had the right idea. His own son Jean [Grand Illusion (1937) and The Rules of the Game (1939) ] who later both married and divorced the beautiful actress model of his father, the senior Renoir did not live to see his son become the dream of the couple – worldwide actress & actor. Sadly, while Jean went on to become a Hollywood, CA. infamous film-maker who only died as recently as the 1980’s, she his mate and subject of an exclusive period of seasoned Renoir, died divorced, alone and in great poverty. “Get up and walk around a bit,” he tells his now canvas model. “Take the emerald one,” he advises the military man. “You want to make yourself useful? Go put a necklace on her,” he adds. His greater interest engages the blend of yellow & orange paint from light. To water, to glass. Later that evening, after his day of painting, the older women who not necessary to do so, fuss over his dinner anyway. As a soft piano ushers life along, perhaps he remembers how as a child that as the poor dead rabbit hung upon a kitchen rafter, that he studied the color of each hair, not to partake of such flesh, but to present the beauty of the creature to the world, through paint. For another of his children, and that Mrs. Renoir died early on, while that young motherless son grew up to become a painter too. “My whole life I got tangled up in matters,” he tells the once soldier boy son from his other paintings. But the boy despite his leg sliced wide open during another losing battle continues to make war against innocents who cannot defend themselves against him anyway. It is the women and children and the weak he should be defending. And all of the relative stress of the long period of time it takes the boy to learn this, as eroding to the spirit of the gentle woman who plays among the field, she dances upon a stream of oil paint sunshine, happy. And now that the artist has learned to keep things simple, things just seem to fall, to glide right upon the places. A family of an artist though often children of this union between God, nature and creativity, so close to God seem a lot more easygoing, gentle, and less striving by nature than some of the tense-filled moments of the sons who seem more bitter than grateful, and more spoiled than beautifully shaped for some good work on earth. And as fully illustrated by the real life portrayal of the artist, this dip back in time still makes you want to go there, to the world of the artist only, to experience how to live in the peaceful and the loving heart and mind, to this place and time. An event where people seem real, and personalities so far from plastic that it is a great refreshing. A sure vacation of a film, the streams and creeks by which the beloved doth paint are more worthy of such an one than any other imposter by any other name. A man who a female artist such as him would just as well had brought the real light and life and truly simple ways and love of purity and family unity back to life. An imposter in place of the true artist just like a farm dweller who does not belong there & steals things which once belonged to his neighbor who lived in peace nearby, the true artist just like the real creator knows exactly how to redesign to right every wrong. Joshua 15:19 Who answered, Give me a blessing; for thou hast given me a south land; give me also springs of water. And he gave her the upper springs, and the nether springs.– King James Bible [Authorized Version] Cambridge Edition.