The Films in My Life, by Francois Truffaut
The only thing I like better than watching a film, is writing about film written by filmmakers. There is a dearth of books that cover the director’s examination of his own work, but few directors step into the role of critic. Francois Truffaut (1932-1984), the iconic French new wave filmmaker, whose highly influential films include The 400 Blows, Jules and Jim, Stolen Kisses, Day for Night, and The Story of Adele H, remained throughout his life a dedicated moviegoer and a clear-headed voice about what made a movie great—and he had a pivotal role in Steven Spielberg’s 1978 film, Close Encounters of the Third Kind. The Films in My Life is a selection of essays, first published in 1975, that encompass the history of film and praise the directors who served as Truffaut’s teachers and inspiration: Hitchcock, Welles, Chaplin, Renoir, Cocteau, Bergman, and Buñuel.
Among the essays is a look at a film readers of a certain age were sure to have seen at the school library, Albert Lamoirsse’s The Red Balloon (1956). It’s the story of a “magical” balloon that finds a boy and follows him through the streets of Paris. It’s one of the films Truffaut likes less:
When Walt Disney bestowed human speech and reactions on animals, he cheated the animals and the human beings as well…Le Ballon Rouge pushes transference to its ultimate. The red balloon that willingly follows the little boy acts like a puppy that acts like a human being. This is Walt Disney to the nth degree. What is wrong with this pretense is precisely that it is artificial, and it sinks deeper into the conceit as the film goes on.
Not to, well, burst any balloons, because the film is a popular classic, but the artifice and its limited reach helps illustrate Truffaut’s commitment to his New Wave realist roots. And among the pleasures of these more than one hundred essays, all selected by the author, is to see exactly how Truffaut responds to the various influences in the history of cinema, not just in French and American examples, but internationally. Here’s a 1973 impression on the premiere of Ingmar Bergman’s Cries and Whispers:
There are Bergman “periods.” The present period is more physical than metaphysical. The strange title Cries and Whispers stays with you as you come away from watching the film, having been cried to and whispered to.
You can read this collection, not only to get inside the mind of one of the 20th century’s most brilliant directors, but for gems like his essay on Humphrey Bogart, written in 1958, or his appreciation of the anarchic surrealist, Luis Buñuel. In Buñuel, Truffaut finds an exemplar of what it means to make films:
The discipline of film has its own rules, which have not yet been fully explored, and it is only through works such as those of Buñuel and the other great director-writers that we will one day realize them fully.
Meanwhile, comment est-ce que votre francais? If it’s not too rusty, check out this undated (circa 1960), untranslated interview with Truffaut, here.