The man who loved ugly boring OLD women and i'm glad he got a disease

By far my favorite Truffaut film yet. Betrand is a man of few needs. To satisfy him one should supply a bed, a typewriter and a woman. This man has always been in love with the shape, texture and look of a woman. He fantasizes about the perfect woman, but in doing so loses touch with what love is.

This is pornography in the etymological sense of "depicting women as harlots". The women in this film have little ambition but to be wanted by men and f***ed by men. They craft themselves, via their clothing and appearance and mannerisms, in such a way as to attract the attentions of men. When a man treats her badly, she responds with love and affection. When she says no, she means yes, or likely even YES. She is not a real woman, but a patriarchal fantasy of what a woman should be.

Not bad at all, even light at some points. I can't totally stand behind it for I don't fully agree, But I can warmly recommend.

Way better than the English language version I happened to review some days ago. The beginning was a bit stiff, but as soon as the protagonist started to act, I was amused. I liked a lot his observations on women; nice text. But FitForDanga was right. The extented ending did not give much new for what Truffaut wanted to say.

An unimpressive (but not bad) film by Truffaut. I think he makes his point rather early on and then continues to revisit it over and over again. Some of the anecdotes are amusing but mostly they just kind of flutter by without leaving much of an impression. It definitely could have been about 30 minutes shorter. Perhaps I'm setting the standard too high for Truffaut, but I really expected something more interesting.