In which Truffaut's are-women-magic act reaches peak naval-gaze. Part wish fulfillment, part self-effacement, it plays surprising games with its subject. The needle it has to thread is showing at least half as much interest in understanding the women as understanding the man. To its credit, it tries—far short of greatness in the attempt, but maybe that's because "funny" and "interesting" are the best we men can do.
Une agréable et savoureuse comédie dramatique, pleine de verve et d'à propos pertinents sur la séduction, son besoin et l'insatiabilité affective, racontée avec drôlerie et finesse, en voix off par un Charles Denner, étonnant et virevoltant d'aise et de maîtrise. www.cinefiches.com
From the moment Bertrand's adventures in womanizing begin the film feels tired, forced, its charms as slight as its interest in women is superficial. An Oedipal backstory lends some weight, but too offhandedly to provide much pathos to this frustratingly limp farce. I expect that my admiring younger self loved the idea of this film rather than the film itself, just as Bertrand does with his women.
reflective, casual Truffaut. This movie seems to be saying that French men know more about lingerie -- that is to say they study and appreciate the benefits of it, know the different clasps and categories and rituals of undress -- than women do. a good movie about celebrating women: never gross, just the right kind of typical male behavior, always honoring the distinction in each lady.