The Man Who Loved Women could have been dull, with its look at a man who should be without redeeming character as a flagrant womanizer.  But its the character’s drive to find what it is inside of him- ultimately that he’s something of a grown-up child if that makes sense- and Truffaut’s as well that elevates it from being like a paperback book made cinematic.  It’s got romance, wonderfully full-human characters even if they’re only on screen for a few minutes, and an ending that has resonance and heart.  It should be a ridiculous ending, and it is, but it’s nevertheless tragic at the same time. Jack Gattanella