All twelve reviews are positive, and the praise lands in the same places. Most critics read the film as Truffaut’s account of his own unhappy childhood and admire how plainly it is told: the portrait of Antoine Doinel is called honest, unsentimental and free of false notes. Jean-Pierre Léaud is singled out again and again, for defiance in some accounts and for a mix of mischief and vulnerability in others. The closing image is mentioned by nearly everyone as the moment that stays, and several credit the film with shaping generations of film-makers.
The spread is narrow. The cooler notices are the two from 1959: The New Yorker admires the young lead’s authority and the picture of a boy adrift among adults but stops short of a rave, and Variety, reporting from the festival, finds the technique uneven while calling Truffaut an important new director. Later reviews carry none of those reservations, and nobody holds the film’s sentiment against it; Slant treats the soft-heartedness as part of why it lasts.
