among many things, I have always loved the way in which the film "splits" the contexts of formation into two: the incommunicability and oppression of formal institutions - school and family - contrasts with the "discovery" offered by the road, even if more dangerous.
Many times, the culprits of a new wave, a new way of film-making, almost like a new way of art, something is lost in the transition: the film does not belong to either world, the old or the new. The importance of the transition is arguably the most important part of it all, but it doesn't produce the best art, but like the 'nouvelle vague' this movie sets out to break rules, being both cardinal and timeless
First rewatch in years. Tighter than I remember, this jaunt through youth is an instructor's how-to for the shoestring masterpiece. Of particular note: the Parisian hooky sequences-- dancing down the steps of Sacre Cour and insulting an elderly aesthete-- and Truffaut's tender understanding of the complicity between mother and son. Antoine's Lesson: we keep each other's secrets for as long as they're valuable.