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    Every ten years since 1952, the world-renowned film magazine Sight & Sound has polled a wide international selection of film critics and directors on what they consider to be the ten greatest works of cinema ever made, and then compiled the results. The top fifty movies in the 2012 critics’ list, unveiled August 1, include twenty-five Criterion titles. In this series, we highlight those classic films.

    François Truffaut’s breakout feature debut, The 400 Blows, is famous for jump-starting both the New Wave and the career of one of the most important filmmakers who ever lived. But it’s also noteworthy for introducing the world to Jean-Pierre Léaud, fourteen at the time, who embodied the indelible character Antoine Doinel with an intuition and honesty remarkable for a child actor. As cinema’s preeminent lost boy, his predicaments based in part on Truffaut’s own childhood experiences in Paris, Léaud is both melancholy and mischievous, street-smart yet naive about a world run by bafflingly neglectful adults. Despite his occasional petty larceny or hooky playing, Antoine is a good kid. One of the film’s themes is that his inherent decency makes him something of an outcast from society, and indeed, throughout the series of films Truffaut would make about the character, he’s a bit of a loner. Late in The 400 Blows, after he is arrested for stealing a typewriter, Antoine is taken to a juvenile detention center and questioned by a psychiatrist. In one of the most memorable passages in the film, the camera stays fixed on him in the cold interrogation room, and through a series of fragmenting dissolves, Antoine answers questions about his past asked by an off-screen female voice. It’s unclear how much of what he tells the woman is true, but Léaud’s persuasive performance makes us want to believe it all.

    A year after he first stepped in front of the camera to play Truffaut’s adolescent hero, Léaud found himself the center of attention at the Cannes Film Festival, where The 400 Blows premiered in May 1959. In interview for French television shot at Cannes, Léaud talks about the making of the above scene (according to him, it was improvised) and more. The setup even looks remarkably like that of Antoine’s interrogation at the boys’ home, although here, Léaud certainly smiles a lot more.

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  • By Batzomon
    October 04, 2012
    06:15 AM

    Truffaut will always be my go-to for favorite French New Wave director. He made the simple sublime, and The 400 Blows is a testament to that. Now I just need to watch the rest of the Antoine saga.
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  • By Matt
    October 05, 2012
    06:45 AM

    I like The 400 Blows, but there's no comparison to Jules et Jim, which I absolutely love. When I first saw the latter, I was blown away at how radically fresh it felt. It's still the one Truffaut film that I find absolutely sublime in every respect. Some of that may be because I never related all that much to The 400 Blows' Antoine, having been a very different kid myself. On the other hand, I can definitely relate to the amour fou of J&J.
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  • By joe
    October 07, 2012
    12:14 PM

    Sweet video. Thanks for posting. Kudos for the Morrissey nod with the headline on the front page. Moz himself is a fan of the film; he sampled a snatch of dialogue in the intro to his 2009 b-side 'Shame Is The Name'
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  • By Barry Moore
    July 22, 2013
    06:33 PM

    Though his historical importance cannot be denied, Truffaut, as an artist, might be the least accomplished of the 'Cahiers' critics turned directors; compared to Godard, for example, Truffaut's work is imbued with a certain amateurish quality that he seems never to have overcome. 'The 400 Blows' is the best of Truffaut's films I have seen, and one where the filmmaker is an amateur in the best sense of the term, an artist pursuing a story, a character, and a project out of sheer love of them. The sincerity of Truffaut's conception and direction and the naturalness and honesty of Leaud's performance are disarming, so much so that one has the sense of glimpsing a life and mind unadorned by any artifice. A true and enduring classic of the French New Wave.
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