i must begin by admit my headlong love for truffaut work . a connoisseur rating go and this might not be his best film ( jules et jim and argent de poche and le dernier metro and baisers volés and tirez sur le pianiste and and les 400 coup be all at least a good and possibly well ) but there be just so much life and tongue in cheek and unbridled pleasure in direct and in treat life a art and and the acting be so deceptively simple that i have to say this be probably my most favourite film by one of my most favourite director . the initial sequence with the young dilettante flatulent and curse father kick her rugby style set the tone for the rest of the film and consistently pit the stupidity of the male against the instinctive and openly unscrupulous intelligence of the lead female ( there be hope yet in the typist but she be not the one all the men fall in love with . ) glorious comic touch sprinkle the film but if i have to select the cherry on this cake that would be the sequence where denner and the rat exterminator and be wait for bernadette to come back from her visit to the singer . look at how he try to establish where the racing car be that he hear but can not see on the open road . oh you must see this .