This is the movie adaptation of The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Babery, and is a terrific film. I read the book only a month ago and comparing it to the movie is hard. They were both very good. Paloma in the movie is the twelve-year-old girl I pictured when reading the book, perhaps a bit more artistic. The print concierge is maybe a bit shorter and fatter than the actress in the movie, but shared the same grumpiness and secretiveness. The interaction between the girl and the concierge was lovely in both mediums. The blossoming of the concierge was a delight and the realization of Paloma that life really does have more attraction than suicide was a relief.