"herkesin annesi yok, onun kendisi/ ’ey güzel baba’ hem benim/ hem kimsesi/ adı bir unutkanlık/ bence: yosma/ küçük, küçük, yok gibi bir kız/ önce dudaklar küser/ ’Annemiz yoksa!’/ beni bir parkta yitirecek yaşta/ incelikler sınıfında/ keşke okuldan beraber kaçsaydık!" haydar ergülen
Boy misbehaves. Adults freak out. So boy misbehaves some more. So the adults freak out even more. And the cycle continues until something has to break. There's interesting ideas in here and the boy gives a great performance but there's a blandness to the execution that left me largely bored and unengaged. Wanted to like it but I give it a C-.
With the superlative technical and historical aspects so extensively discussed to the point that they can almost go without saying, what I found to be at the heart of this truly remarkable movie is its hability to linger on for much longer after you've watched it. It is one of those rare films that will stay with you, wherever you go.
3-4. The inter-character conflict ALMOST isn't enough to complete the base of the movie's engine, but I think the suspense compensates for it. Otherwise the seedier nuances of the characters (and stretches of suspense) maintain basic interest in this film about a boy who spends his life free and unwanted before transcending the material systems that punish him for his constant indiscretions.
I reminisce about the day when my godfather took me to the local museum to see this masterpiece. I was about 9 years old, only a kid. I had no thought that cinema could be the definitive artistic expression of mankind. I was so wrong. Rest in peace, godfather.
A poignant picture, Truffaut's semi-autobiographical film is seminal in the inauguration of Nouvelle Vague cinematic and thematic vocabulary. The scene with the centrifuge offers a temporal but amusing counterpoint, and was my overall favorite scene in the entire film. Also the music video to Another brick in the wall reminds me heavily of this film.