The young little thief always follow her desires.. Movies, adult clothes, losing virginity, man. It's so sexy when she change her common shoes for students into high heels..

We pity her cos her family background and her mum left her, we hate her cos she stole things with no shame and I am envious of her cos she is so true and honest, she do whatever she wants. On the opposite of most hypocritical people, she is the most free bird.

Actually, she is such an adorable and innocent girl with low and shy voice. It's easy to find employer, sugar daddy, boy friend and real good friend. But she still chose the way to hell. Why? I guess it's more easy to choose the old and bad habit which you were addicted to.

Life is wise, when it brings temptation, it also brings test.

A nice little movie about Janine, a young girl, a compulsive thief, in post-war France, trying to put some kind of life together. Kicked out of her village for theft she goes to the big city where she takes employment as a maid and begins an affair with a married man. On meeting Raoul, a fellow thief, she embarks on a secondary love affair that ultimately leads to incarceration in reform school. Compelling performances by Charlotte Gainsbourg as Janine and the talented, sadly missed Simon de la Brosse as Raoul. This was Truffaut's last sortie into writing before his death and the charm is totally evident. A sentimental journey through a troubled young woman's life, this is a wonderfully detailed story that lingers.

It's a good thing this belated tribute to Francois Truffaut was adapted from an original story by the late director himself; otherwise the film might be mistaken for a plagiarism. The story itself is a distaff companion piece to 'The 400 Blows', following a compulsive teenage kleptomaniac in post-War France, whose sticky fingers and rebellious disposition land her in and out of jail, and in and out of love. Charlotte Gainsbourg is certainly appealing in the title role, but Claude Miller's direction is perfunctory, at best; he places each scene in the correct order but has little feeling for the material, other than an obvious respect for its author, whose name alone is enough to lend the film some token credibility. Enough incidental pleasures survive the awkward adaptation to make it a worthwhile diversion for any dedicated Francophile, and a must-see for die-hard Truffaut fans, but the film suffers from an ending that might lead viewers to suspect Miller was working from an incomplete outline.