Smart Truffaut's film on a compulsive seducer who writes in details about his several amorous conquests and relationship misfortunes. Women are obviously objects and goals for him, and how interested he is on them depends on the most idiossyncratic elements. Being refused by a woman, on the other hand, is the greatest suffering, although his selfishness does not make him avoid doing the same with them. Anyway, he is very rarely unsuccessful in conquest, and it is like a game. Indeed, no effort is too much when a target is chosen: his adventures may become very unusual and strange then. Among all the numerous portrayed women, perhaps only Delphine had the same level of psychological illness as him; there is probably why he stood interest by her for a longer time: he found an exciting game. He is the patient every psychoanalist would like to have, as his often mentioned mother obviously had influence in his misconduct. It is dubious if he is just a mysoginist or if he deeply values each unique female individuality (a man who loved the women, after all). However, I believe in the former possibility, particularly for how much his eyes are hypnotized by beautiful walking legs. Though, his editor noticed his fragilities behind his shadowy face and bird of prey behavior: his lack of self-love made it hard to love others. It is also something to think about how much autobiographical is this unprecedented story: how much Bertrand Morane is Truffaut, or something Truffaut desired at least in his dreams to be. Is Bertrand an Antoine Doinel from another dimension? Very nice film in which writer and its character, and perhaps them both and also filmmaker, overlap in a catching way for specators.
Review of The Man Who Loved Women
