Francois Truffaut’s The
400 Blows is one of the most important films of the French New Wave and one
of the most intensely moving coming of age stories ever to be put on screen.
The director’s first film, made before his 27th birthday, the movie
is an exemplar of Truffaut’s best qualities as a filmmaker: his clarity,
honesty, directness, his simplicity and deep feeling. A semiautobiographical movie,
The 400 Blows follows the 12 year old
Antoine Dionel (Jean-Pierre Leaud,
who would reprise the role another four
times), typecast by his mostly absent parents and socially incompetent
teachers as a troublemaker and a liar, and lets us share in his minor joys and
sorrows. The film’s personal nature is made obvious even before the opening
credits, when we find out the film is dedicated to influential critic of Cahiers
du Cinema and Truffaut’s mentor, Andre Bazin. The sense of intimacy
and immediacy continues through the first few shots of the movie, long fluid
takes of the middle-class quarters of the city in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower.
This is a Parisian’s Paris,
seen in traveling shots of the empty streets and buildings and low angle shots directly
under the tower, not the postcard cityscape establishing shots.
Intro
I love movies. I have loved movies all my life. I grew up on them. When I was eight years old, I managed to convince myself I would make movies when I grew up. Now I am in the process of getting a degree in Film Studies. I write about film more than ever before, partly because I have to for my classes, mostly because I enjoy it, because I have something to write about. Sometimes it helps me understand the film better; sometimes it helps me understand myself better.I created this blog as a place to showcase my work, and also as an incentive to keep writing reviews, analyses, and essays over breaks, when there’s no one here to grade me.I have tried many times, and failed, to explain in a coherent manner why it is that I love films. Here is my best—and most coherent—guess.
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Quelle Girl: "Breakfast at Tiffany’s," Film and Book
A stylish, simply yet elegantly dressed young woman steps in front of Tiffany’s on an empty New York street. Large, dark glasses cover her eyes, a tiara sits upon her frosted beehive, she is dripping pearls, and her slim, long black evening dress perfectly matches her black sandals. A soft, sweet song evokes a mood of melancholy yearning as the golden light of dawn washes over the scene. When Audrey Hepburn watched her reflection in that shop window in 1961, she set the entire tone and look of a movie and created a character that would come to inhabit the minds and hearts of the public for decades to come.
Truman
Capote’s novella “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” first published in the November 1958
issue of Esquire, was adapted by
director Blake Edwards and writer George Axelrod with a light touch. Dealing
with comedy, romance, and poignancy in a swanky Upper East Side setting, the
movie follows Holly Golightly, a charming, carefree, independent New York party
girl, and her upstairs neighbor, writer Paul Varjak (George Peppard). While the
film hews closely to its source material for the most part, maintaining much of
the pungent, comical, racy dialogue (with some lines tuned down to Production Code
standards), the few liberties it does take are not insignificant. The tone of
Capote’s story was harder and more cynical; Edwards makes it soft and
sentimental, bestowing upon it a Hollywoodized happy ending, dropping some
characters and adding others, and turning the subjective point of view of the
novella objective, and its narrator, a dispassionate admirer and friend, into a
romantic interest.
***This is not a review of the film, but a comparative analysis of the Capote’s novella and its screen adaptation, and it contains spoilers.
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