Here I am being all uber-film-student-y again. You can’t get much more “back to school” than by viewing François Truffaut’s The 400 Blows.
And here I must admit to a major gap in my film education. I confess — this was my first foray into Truffaut territory. I am guilty as charged. (Certain cinematic purists would surely be appalled.)
And so here I am, popping my Truffaut cherry.
