He clearly knows the way to my heart (and my groin), as exemplified in his thoughts on Jean-Pierre Léaud in The 400 Blows--among other films--in the recent Criterion Collection newsletter:
"Léaud at the top of his game; he did create, with time, his own acting rules, his own school in his mind, and he opened the doors to many other actors and actresses. One never really says, 'Léaud is so bad in this or that film.' No. It’s Léaud, that’s it. Plus, you can never think of anyone to replace him. Never.
Oh Xavier. You have fine taste in actors (I certainly consider Léaud among the finest) and are sexy as hell. Why oh why can't I see your movies here in America yet? I'm like three hours from the border; this shouldn't be so difficult! I just need to know if my attraction to you is warranted by your talent. Because I have standards. Stop laughing and look at these pictures.