You find yourself wondering what it was in Truffaut that ever appealed to you. It seemed to be something genuine, and now it seems lost.

Truffaut balances his hopeful plot on a tightrope of coincidences and narrow escapes that horrifically suggest the abyss that engulfed so many men and women of the artistic and political underground. In French.

As a portrait of a time, Last Metro is a warmly performed and deftly shot trifle.

Arriving on the heels of the violent and critical war movies that appeared during the second half of the 1970s (The Tin Drum, The Deer Hunter, Seven Beauties, etc.), The Last Metro almost seems as if it hails from a different period of cinema.