The least talented of the Big 3 of the French New Wave (Godard, Chabrol), Truffaut makes a film about the difficulties of making a film. Perhaps he shouldn't have bothered. On his set, there's no room for the pompous, pretentious writers who bedeviled Fellini and it shows. The actors are wonderful, but the accumulated petty details of their lives are nothing more than a tsunami of vulgarity.