Finally got around to seeing Jacques Demy’s marvelous 1964 Palme d’Or winner The Umbrellas of Cherborug again after what I’m guessing has been more than two years. I’m happy to report that it’s as magical as ever, and if anything, the sadness of the story—and, needless to say, of the songs—resonated much more on this viewing. Yes, I still think Demy’s next musical, 1967’s The Young Girls of Rochefort, is ultimately the better film, but there few that I cherish as much as this one.