Ray Bradbury’s novel about thought control in a future society (451 degrees is the temperature at which books burn) was the basis for Francois Truffaut’s first, ill-fated venture outside the bounds (and native language) of Gallic humanism. This 1966 film often looks good (it was Truffaut’s first in color, photographed by Nicolas Roeg), but the ideas, such as they are, get lost in the meandering narrative. Bernard Herrmann’s score, however, is one of his finest.