Like watching a crotchety old couple play out their ritual of feigned crustiness as a display of their affection, except the couple is Truffaut and his films. Charming fun, if nothing profound, and a wry and adorably loving look at the manic, chaotic, dedicated madness that goes into making movies. 3.5
"Cinema is like a stagecoach. We hope for a pleasant journey that inevitably becomes fills with obstacles" (I'm paraphrasing here). Truer words have never been spoken. It's struck me even more since my current student film entered it's own dilemma recently. However, as enjoyable as it is, I wish it was more chaotic as it would go along with it's humorous tone. I also would have liked more insight on the characters.