First out of the traps, and probably the most famous of the bunch, but still a bit of a flop, with Ray Bradbury’s portentous book-burning dystopian skit given the full weight of Francois Truffaut’s Gallic intellect. It’s possibly ever so slightly marred by the fact neither he nor his co-writer were much cop at English. Cue much tediously stilted dialogue, the end result proving every bit as much fun as memorising the complete works of Dickens.
