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400 BLOWS FOR FREEDOM

LES QUATRE CENTS COUPS (The 400 Blows) directed by François Truffaut (France, 1959)

TruffautI don’t speak French, but I am reliably informed (by Wiki!) that the original title of this brilliant movie comes from an expression meaning ‘to raise hell’.

To call the 12-year-old Antoine Doinel (Jean-Pierre Léaud) a hell raiser is a bit of an exaggeration. He is disruptive and difficult but he is a good-hearted kid whose transgressive behaviour shows a keen intelligence more than a malevolent spirit.

His rebellion against the soul-destroying school system and oppressive home environment seems a wholly justified quest for a non-institutionalised education that teaches him more than simply how to conform.

We see him playing truant, sneaking into cinemas and embarking on a non too successful career as a petty criminal.

Truffaut’s remarkably assured debut is loosely based on his own life and fulfilled his aim to show adolescence “as the painful experience that it is”. Continue reading

MIRACLE IN LE HAVRE

Aki Kaurismäki is Finland’s answer to Jim Jarmusch so you know in advance that his movies won’t be action packed. His latest movie Le Havre is plot driven but events unfold in a slow, unhurried fashion and it is full of enigmatic characters who never explain their actions.

A woman who thinks she is terminally ill lies in hospital and a friend reads her to sleep with a Franz Kafka story. A man named Marcel Marx has artistic aspirations but  is reduced to earning his living shining shoes near Le Havre station. Marx witnesses the shooting of recent customer in the first scene and expresses relief that the man paid first. Later he and his neighbours help a young illegal immigrant boy who has been separated from his family and is on the run from the police.

Le Havre is billed as a comedy but there are no laugh out loud moments and any humour here is black and deadpan, Finnish people are not renowned for being gregarious and Aki Kaurismäki does nothing to change the national stereotype.  The dialogue is sparse and wooden. “I’m home” says the husband; “I can see that”, says his wife. Neither of them smile. Continue reading