Liz, I did get out.
I went to see Chocolat.
And, guess what, it was gorgeous. Juliette B was as radiant and magical as ever (but I'm biased, I'll concede), but it was a wonderful ensemble performance by everyone - save maybe for Johnny Depp's brogue, which was more iffy rather than Liffey.
In its redemptive nature it reminded me a lot of Babette's Feast, which remains one of my favourite films, sentimental old sod that I am - I'm a shameless weeper in the cinema and can usually be recognised as the lumbering bloke blowing his nose loudly on the way out and furiously polishing his glasses on his handkerchief).
It's not great art, it's not deep, but it's lush, light and lovely. (and with a rather good Django track to boot).
Go see!