I had completely forgotten who was Pierre Etaix. Because of stupid legal entanglements (copyright issues, I think), his films were invisible for about 20 years.
We can now finally see or review the work of this clown so tender and refined, too long remained in the shadows, and who has its place alongside the greatest (Chaplin, Tati, Keaton ...).
When I reviewed "Le grand amour", it was a bit like a "Proust's madeleine":  the distant past came back to me in memory, this evening of my childhood when I saw for the first time on television this film, we loved it my parents and me, and I remember it like yesterday and yet more than 20 years have passed since ...
I discovered also, of course, films that I had never seen such the wonderful "Yoyo", certainly his masterpiece.
I have infinite gratitude for the great artists clowns. They make us forget our troubles large or small, even better, they allow us to laugh at them.
I love that word "clown", that the great Chaplin himself claimed, saying:" I am but one thing, and one thing only - and that is a clown. It places me on a higher plane than any politician."

I do not know if laughter is the essence of Man, but it is certainly for me a triumph of mind over pain and death, a relief for the soul. Laugh at our helplessness is to transform it into a strength. The clowns are  benefactors and doctors of the soul...
A little video to give an idea of poetic humor of this great artist...