Napoleon avec cinq cent sodats

 Sixty five years ago when I was in kindergarten at Summit school in Winston-Salem, French was in vogue.  In the fifties and sixties it was 'the' second language to learn.  We did so in four and five year old kindergarten.  And I remember a lot of it having forgotten much of what has happened since.

One song we sang was Napoleon avec cinq cent soldat.

We also learned counting and colors.  

It has all stayed with me and was in the back of my mind when watching the movie Napoleon today.  It was a lovely movie.  A surface skimmer of France and Napoleon and Josephine.  Beautiful and well paced for the most part but hardly opens the book for any quest into the subject.  Of course 2 and a half hours is an outline length of time to present one of the most complex and powerful people of modern times.  So, they didn't.  If one can become Emperor of France by looking grumpy and standing around, I'm it.  I've got that down.  But I'm pretty sure that Napoleon was a genius and a brightly lit visionary who just happened to be the cause of 3 million deaths.  But who is counting.

One critic described it as flavorless.  I think that might be the best description.  A movie about France that is flavorless deserves to be exiled to Elba.  

We have tickets to Wonka on Monday.  I suspect it will be tasty.