The breathless scene in Truffaut's "The Four Hundred Blows" is still unbearable to this day. The text is crude and can't express the emotions in my heart. Movies also start where the word ends? Hehe~ I'm ashamed, Truffaut really conquered me.
Black and white films, the French New Wave? These words used to make me shut out of this kind of film, thinking about the unintelligible works of Pompidou would be especially nerve-racking, but fortunately, I didn't miss "The Four Hundred Blows" tonight, although I still don't understand why it is To be called "Four Hundred Strikes"? As the originator of the French New Wave film, people can't help but wonder what happened to the current New Wave? Ha ha. . .
Rebellious childhood, cruel reality - young Danu ran to the sea.
Rebellious youth, cruel reality - does it also give me such a sea?
A wry smile, because that classic look back is not just a child's eyes anymore. When the teenager is mature, will he still have such eyes? A look that seems to have penetrated for several years. . . . . .
We will grow up eventually.
Elementary school, crying for a piece of rubber that was snatched away.
In middle school, because of the pressure of exams, I pulled my friends to the park to talk and sob.
High school, many indifferent, occasional tears, tears rose to a certain level, but more unforgettable.
University, crying for the departure of a friend.
I don't know if the so-called youth has come to an abrupt end since the end of college? Have I grown up? It should be said that the soul trapped in this body has grown up? The so-called cruel youth, is it because it has to go through the pain of transformation? Just, how many times does "childhood" have to go through? How many times does "youth" have to go through? Some things are not unique to youth - possession, rebellion, stress, loneliness, loneliness. . . . . . There are some things that are not only pursued when you are young - freedom.
Yes, I want to run, the long siren sound, blank brain, run aimlessly, until I see the sea. . . . . . The camera captures, freezes, OK, and time pauses at this moment.
PS: I like Truffaut, kind, innocent, slightly serious. Cute enough to make you want to kiss his cheek. This comment was also published on Ou's blog: The longer, the more innocent...
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