Stylistically no different from 'Stolen Kisses', 'Family Hearth' in the same register tells of Antoine Doinel's life in Paris, his succession, as in the last film, work and life in marriage. There are no plot twists and dramas in the film at all, an elegiac view of life prevails, and even the breakup of a marriage is not a tragedy. Truffaut called Claude Saute the most French of directors, but the three films about Doinel (not counting '400 Blows') can hardly be surpassed in 'Frenchness', if by it we mean immersion in trifles, lightness and impressionistic, optional.
There are almost no dull and dreary notes in the film, a contemplative view of society prevails. In this sense, the meeting of the hero with his wife's father in a brothel is indicative - a scene that could become a source of awkwardness, shame and even conflict in another film is completely unemotional. The character of the film, having learned that in the planned book of Doinel there will be neither trumpets nor drums, recommends that the author call it that - 'Neither trumpets nor drums'. So you can call three films about the adult Doinel, which are a kind of an anthology of the growing up of an urban bourgeois.