Here's a video of The New Yorker's Richard Brody giving his take on François Truffaut's L'homme Qui Aimait Les Femmes (The Man Who Loved Women). I watched this film recently and it went right over my head.
I felt like it wasn't so much watching a film about a man who "loved" women, so much as it was about a man who had devoted his life to having sex with women. Which is fine. I can certainly identify with the feeling. But then what? It was like watching a film about a guy who really liked pancakes—apart from the whole "Women are human beings, not possessions" jazz. (Who knew?)
It could be me. I didn't get 400 Blows either. I'm learning French, but I remain a Philistine.
I did really enjoy Agnes Jaoui and Jean-Pierre Bacri's Les Gouts Des Autres (The Taste of Others). It's a small, quiet, beautifully acted film. Bacri, who wrote the script and plays the lead, is exceptional. It is one of the few films I've seen recently in which the lead and his romantic interest (Anne Alvaro, who is also awesome) are the same age.
Les arts sont bizarre. Souvent, je ne peux pas savoir que c'est bon, et pourquoi. Mais, je sais que ça j'aime bien. Mais, je sais quoi j'aime bien.(Those sentences are written to be corrected. No google translate. Francophones, have at it.)
Ta-Nehisi Coates is a senior editor at The Atlantic, where he writes about culture, politics, and social issues. He is the author of the memoir The Beautiful Struggle.
Born in 1975, the product of two beautiful parents. Raised in West Baltimore -- not quite The Wire, but sometimes ill all the same. Studied at the Mecca for some years in the mid-'90s. Emerged with a purpose, if not a degree. Slowly migrated up the East Coast with a baby and my beloved, until I reached the shores of Harlem. Wrote some stuff along the way.