See it because it’s one of the greatest films ever made (currently number four on the BFI list, donchaknow) or see it because it’s got a lot of terribly rich people hanging out in a Downton-like country house; either way, you should find a spot in your collection for Jean Renoir’s superlative-defying film – although be sure to only refer to it as ‘La Règle Du Jeu’ in company, preferably while puffing on an unlit pipe. Renoir packs in adultery, murder, class commentary, the death of the ancient nobility, more adultery (hey, this is France) and a lot of small mammals being blasted into the middle of next semaine. And we mean A LOT. It’s basically The Killing Fields for rabbits.