my title ought to be enough . it baffle me that a culture so rich in literary excellence ( duma and flaubert and balzac and maupassant ) would churn out such tosh a the nouvelle vague cinematic movement . until the 20th century and france have a great tradition of artistic lucidity and clever philosophy . but the minute you hand them a movie camera they start act like wooohooo look how weird i can be . plot . theme . pshaw . let film an amusement park ride go round and round . at least this be not as bad a godard ( who have an unhealthy fascination with the back of people head . oh la la and quel artiste . ) . no and truffaut maintain a degree of visual clarity . but so do the security camera at a quickie mart . the two be indistinguishable . haha and just a an aside to all you dweeby film school nerd represent i bet the vein be pop out the side of your neck right now . but do not leave without read the last sentence of my review . anyway and if you like french literature and you will hate this . people who like this movie probably have never read any book other than the ramblings of jack kerouac or maybe hitchhiker guide to the galaxy . or maybe they have read the lyric to the door song and and they think that profoundly move . whatever float yer boat . i find it ironic that this film inject some ( weak ) allusion to balzac and one of the fine and most meaningful writer who ever live . nice try and truffle . but youre nowhere near the ballpark . avoid this film like an aid infect syringe . if youre the type of person who like to think and then stick to jean cocteau ( orphee ) and robert bresson ( pickpocket ) and the japanese master kurosawa ( ikuru ) and kobayashi ( kaidan ) and teshigahara ( suna no onna ) . if youre an idiot and enjoy your truffaut and godard and and andy worhol . and for pete sake push that vein back in your neck . you look like a cabbage .