Dictation, children passing pictures that they think are interesting, teachers punishing standing, being wronged, and writing some words in revenge, all these are too familiar, like giving you a class, a fixed format for you to recall Those bits and pieces of the past. But if it is only limited to this, Truffaut is naturally just a small wave in the new wave, how can he lead the wave. The little boy suspected of obsessive-compulsive disorder is the finishing touch of the first paragraph. He is so real that he reminds you of your past, makes you smile knowingly, and relax to read this sad story. In 400 hits, there is no shortage of such "excessive writing". This is a little boy who has written and torn up and wrote and finally got a workbook and tore it up. The children who secretly left the team when they practiced running together, revenge their classmates for breaking him. The weird glasses, the expressions of the children in the children's theater (too real, could it be a candid photo?)... So real, it tempts the memories of childhood to come back to me with the images.
As I watched, I ate the hazelnut chocolate my brother took. The taste of 400 hits is just like it, with hazelnut aroma, but inescapable bitterness. I think Truffaut must have followed his feelings when he made this film, without the self-righteousness of an adult, without the numbness after the vicissitudes of life, full of sincerity and bitterness of childhood.
Just like when little Antoine ran away from home for the first time, "I can't stay in this house anymore, I have to disappear...I've had enough, I want to live alone..." Maybe you think it's fragile and naive , but how to ask a child to be strong, to face these problems that he can't think of a solution? Leaving is a simple and direct way, he doesn't think about the consequences, he doesn't think about whether the damn road is a so-called mistake, he doesn't care that much, he just wants to breathe, to get out of the way that makes him not. Happy environment, very childish, but calm. Of course, Antoine's heart jumped when his mother suddenly became gentle after returning home. With a little encouragement, he returned to that carefree child.
It's a pity that Truffaut and Antoine's childhood was so fucked up, and the warmth and confidence they finally got were ruthlessly strangled in the school. Even now, I have written a composition that I think is very good, but I can't even get a score of 45. I am still very frustrated, but the loss is well hidden. But for little Antoine, who was finally born, the sky fell apart. Just don't blame him for being too fragile. He grew up in bed listening to his parents quarreling. He could hear his own background in the quarrel. He had a father who didn't care about him and didn't really love him. He was very young and a little fragile. It will really hurt him a lot. After a chance like a new life, he was guided by his own soul and found his passion for improvement. However, his self-esteem and his hopes were torn to shreds by that dog day teacher. .
After Antoine's departure again, all the processes were not so much an unhappy experience as it was the call of the sea in his heart to him. His loneliness can only be tolerated by the vast ocean. Running is the embodiment of desire. I was very impressed with the run in the story of two men in "Paris, I Love You", and felt that it ran out of his heart's desire. Why not Antoine's? It's just that this desire is more complicated, and his heaviness makes this run a pure joy.
Facing the Ocean, Spring and Blossom. I don't like to quote this sentence that has been enshrined as the true meaning of life by countless people, but I only think of this sentence at the moment. After all, it's also beautiful, beautiful to the world I want Antoine to put into.
Antoine's story, Truffaut's memory, even my childhood.
We listened to those quarrels in our childhood quilts, we were carefree and invisibly obliterated the beauty of children in school, we were lost and confused when we were growing up.
I will reminisce about this movie at any time in my life, let it bring me back to the lovely and bitter childhood, and let me re-experience the youthful youth. Why is 400 hits a classic? Not to mention its filming, its status in the new wave, its master director, just be grateful that it brought us back to those memories. This has already made me sigh that the existence of full marks is really fucking hateful.
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