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It's certainly not without its moments, but I found myself struggling with the Bressonian acting style. Using his actors like models here gives us some nice images, but that doesn't quite counteract how much the acting was getting to me. Characters can be angry and yet they just stand there with a blank expression and flat voice, or they'll make some comment and because of the way it's said everything starts to seem so extremely artificial. I'm perplexed and aggravated...

The text is mostly going through some very obvious motions, but the central story is devastating.

Found footage, genclik, bunalim vesaire. Her ne kadar 76 yasinda bir dede olarak yoz genclik filmi yapmis gibi gozukse de Bresson, cok guzel bir film. Sanki Godard ilk stilini hic degistirmeden yaslansa boyle bir sinema ortaya cikarmis.

In Bresson's incomparable corpus, this film is first among a few equals for me.

Very much a Bresson film and worth watching if you enjoy his films, but it's not quite as good as his best. It feels like he's channeling Godard's sense of politics without his sense of fun and it comes off as a really odd combination. It's still somewhat effective, especially in the religious criticisms and his trademark style works well with the depressed youth central to the film.

Bresson's look at troubled nihilistic youth. Bresson usually isn't very cheerful, but this was a big downer. A bit on the boring side, too. Kind of seemed at times like a grab bag for various political ideas Bresson might have been kicking around.

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Drab, hackneyed and uninteresting with wooden acting and unsympathetic characterisation. To say more would mean dredging up even more cliches and having sat through 90 minutes of them back to back I'm disinclined to go any further. Like listening to a sullen teenager mumble on for an hour and half.