a film by Francois Truffaut
Did I spoiled the Doinel cycle starting at the end? I dunno. But it was really fun, and now I want to watch the rest of the films.
I enjoyed how this movie evolved like a simple story, like a personal anecdote. I had the feeling of hearing a story told by a friend, so personal and at some points very intimate, but also very entertaining. I like how the characters seem sentimental and dramatic but still give the feeling of being the guy or the girl next door, although the dialogues are so fluid and sharp.
I found it surprising how many elements in this movie I have liked in more recent French and American films. It was a pleasant surprise to recognize the teared photograph leitmotif from Amelie or the narrator becoming part of the story, or the character making an autobiographical work in an autobiographical film as if this plot was a matryoshka doll.
I like the way in which the edition of the scenes in this movie looks so random but so connected at the same time, I could barely feel the jump to the scenes in other movies and between scenes within the film. I found myself in the train or in the record shop wondering how the movie got me there in the first place.
I really appreciate Truffaut's work because it feels really personal, it is easy for me to feel close to Antoine Doinel and is certainly amusing and moving to see him running here or in The 400 Blows and although at the end of this movie I started to feel this character more static and cartoonish, I look forward watching the rest of this films of this story.
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