Someone on Amazon said that this Truffaut film has aged better than others. I'm not entirely sure that's true.
I found this rather dull to be honest. The lead man is irritatingly infantile, and has a smarmy way about him that made me take agin him. He is a man who at not being able to find a newspaper he's left lying around his house, leaves his wife looking for it while he drives off to his lover.
Compared to the Antoine Doinel films that we've been watching recently, which are so light yet subtly dark, and so evocative and charismatic, this was humdrum and curiously un-full of desire, both on the part of director and actors.
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