François Truffaut's sitcom about a compulsive skirt-chaser begins with a funeral attended by a Busby Berkeley all-girl chorusline dressed in black, and it continues throughout its lengthy length as a girl-watcher's cavalcade of slim calves and pert faces. If cuteness can ever reach a level of lewdness, Truffaut will probably lead the way. He remains, as ever, an admirably perverse and pugnacious believer in the unfathomable mysteries of the human heart and in the far-fetchedness of everyday life (thus, the casting of hawk-billed Charles Denner as the irresistible lady-killer), but here he seems to be using his beliefs merely as an excuse to force-feed the viewer some comedy material that even a Blake Edwards or Mel Frank would choke on. Sample gag: an obnoxious restaurant customer persistently unties the apron strings of a harried waitress whenever she passes his table; the fifth or sixth time this happens, she heaves him over her shoulder, James Bond-style, and sends him crashing to the floor atop a collapsible dinner table. With Brigitte Fossey and Leslie Caron. (1977) — Duncan Shepherd
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