This is the light side of Truffaut and the subject of childhood, although it carries a endding that deals with abuse and the overall state in the world of being a child. Unlike 400 blows, this is more a fun, slice of life film. Rarely has anyone summed up so much about being a child. My favorite part is when the child is trying to remember a dirty joke that he heard, but just not getting the full meaning.
This is his finest film in a long line of great and varied films. Forget Goddard, forget Bergman, forget Fellini. Here is the director you should be spending more time with