A careless mother hires a young tutor to bring up her son’s marks, as bad in mathematics as in French language. The young woman tries to teach the boy the easiest things in the curriculum, as well as some manners. She fails, faced with a puzzling logic in the boys’ answers, and her tight new shoes. Alone at last, the boy picks up his rubber ball, to sleep on it —IMDB
The most subtle and traditional of the many luminaries launched to prominence as a member of the French New Wave, Eric Rohmer is also among the movement’s most consistent and enduring talents. Basing his work upon antecedents in literature as much as those in the cinema, Rohmer made his name crafting talky, feather-light romantic comedies and chamber dramas distinguished by economical camerawork, a warmly ironic tone, an affection for youth, and a fascination with place and time. His intensely personal private life — according to legend, not even his own mother knew he was an internationally acclaimed, albeit pseudonymously named, filmmaker — has stood in direct contrast to the emotional openness of his movies, which, in intimate and illuminating detail, explore the limitless entanglements, disappointments, and possibilities facing contemporary relationships.
Born Jean-Marie Maurice Scherer on December 1, 1920, in Nancy, France, Rohmer later relocated to Paris, where he worked variously… read more
CC#342 (SF): Forerunner to Antoine Doinel, the class of New Wave rapscallion embodied in both protagonist and filmmaker - so too flippantly subverting the bourgeois norm - the mantle, as it were - at least here on the former’s end. Early days, but a veritable, charismatic beginning, restored.