Film

The Young Girls of Rochefort

Name: The Young Girls of Rochefort
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama
Released: 1967
Cast: Catherine Deneuve, Françoise Dorléac, Jacques Perrin, Gene Kelly, Danielle Darrieux

A sun-bleached French port town becomes a stage for coincidence and courtship in this candy-coloured musical from Jacques Demy. Michel Legrand's score practically bounces off the pastel buildings as Deneuve and her real-life sister Dorléac twirl through a weekend fair thick with sailors, artists and fate. It's pure Technicolor joy with a wistful undertow — for anyone who wants a musical that feels like sunshine remembering you.

TMDb rating

7.7

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