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Bryce 2022-04-23 07:03:27
Truffaut's visibility is much higher than that of Rohmer and Godard.
4.5. Fragmented poetry movies are more extreme works, with sad and melodious music, giving people a relaxed and comfortable feeling, much better than Rohmer and Godard.
The original cast of "Dream of Paris" trio.
The relationship between foreigners is really different, full of individual respect for...
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Ida 2022-03-21 09:02:38
French New Wave
1962's Jules et Jim, the French New Wave I've always wanted to see. The library is not big, and behind the long and narrow bookshelves is a small screening room, which can barely seat a dozen people.
The film is different from what I imagined, not the story of Truffaut's time, but Paris on the...
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Evangeline 2022-03-28 09:01:07
There is no doubt that the film technique is classic, but the story is quite dissolute. The first half is very similar to Hemingway's novel "The Sun Also Rises", a sensual and selfish Caroline, a loyal and infatuated Jule, and a Hemingway-style Jim. Such a warm 3P plot can only be enjoyed by capitalist literary youth. However, the film teaches the majority of men a truth. As a boy, you must protect yourself outside and never have any relationship with Caroline-style women. They may be charming, but they will only bring you pain and disaster. Can it kill your life?
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Maximillian 2022-03-19 09:01:06
This is the greatest 3P movie in the world. Truffaut's filming of this originally unsatisfactory novel can be used as a model case of literary adaptation. Rochet's original work is drastically cut off the branches and branches, but he compiles detailed dialogue on the basis of the original story-like outline. The scenes are mainly shots, the dialogue scenes are very attentive, and the freeze frame and zoom are both wonderful. Particularly rare is the insertion of fragments from old movies.
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