Francois Truffaut’s French film The 400 Blows (1959) still impresses, and always will. We respond favorably to its autobiography, it holds us with its detail and moves at a nice clip. For a narrative work of art it has little to say, but the frozen-frame face of the juvenile delinquent after he has sweatily dashed to the seashore bespeaks much about being on the brink of maturity, of resignation, of personal change.
(In French with English subtitles)
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