little brain in the cracks

Morgan 2022-04-21 09:02:06

When watching this film, the appearance of naughty boys from kindergarten to high school kept popping up in my mind,

especially a short boy in junior high school who likes to runny nose. In fact, he is very interesting and smart,

but the iron-blooded female head teacher hates it With his snot, he finally caught a charge of "eating the king's meal" and kicked him out of school.

His mother was powerless to protect his son, because even she believed her son was indeed a rascal and an asshole.



Oh, it turns out they were all forced.



It's a story about growing up, and I think we all went through more or less similar things at that age.

Strict and stubborn teachers, indifferent and rude parents, and insidious classmates, no one agrees with him.

Towan grew up in a very difficult environment. Fortunately, he still has a good friend.

If I had entered a juvenile detention center at the age of twelve or thirteen, I would have wanted to die.

But little Tovan was not frightened. He bravely ran away.

Under the dull atmospheric pressure and infinite pain, he ran to the seaside (Paris at the seaside?) in one breath.

But what about when you get to the beach? School and family can't keep him warm, let alone the cold sea water?

The children who survived in the cracks were full of bags on their heads.





From the DVD collection tidbits, I saw a little later story.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old Towan went to work and fell in love with a girl.

I have always liked watching the love of a young man, so sincere, so attentive,

the most distressing and the sweetest are in it.

The older Tovan likes listening to music and reading books, which is reassuring, and

such a person can't go bad after all.

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The 400 Blows quotes

  • Gilberte Doinel: My boss drove me home.

    Julien Doinel: Your boss.

    Gilberte Doinel: I couldn't very well refuse, could I?

    Julien Doinel: I hope you get overtime for that.

    Gilberte Doinel: I will, at the end of the month.

    Julien Doinel: Those services are usually paid in cash.

    Gilberte Doinel: Oh, knock it off!

    Julien Doinel: No wonder madame needs to rest on Sunday. By the way, where's my Michelin guide?

    Gilberte Doinel: How should I know? Ask the boy.

    Julien Doinel: He said he didn't touch it.

    Gilberte Doinel: He lies through his teeth.

    Julien Doinel: Like someone else I know.

    Gilberte Doinel: If you raised him better...

    Julien Doinel: I gave him my name, damn it! I put food on the table!

    Gilberte Doinel: I've had enough of your criticism! Fine! We'll send him to the Jesuits or the army orphans. At least I'd have some peace and quiet!

  • Antoine Doinel: [heard thinking aloud, as he is writing on a wall] "Here lies poor Antoine Doinel, unjustly punished by Sourpuss for a pinup fallen from the sky. It will be an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth!"