Title: Boring autobiography + Too arty for my taste
Product review: European movie directors think that the whole world would like to know how they got into the cinema, and this is another of the countless "portrait of the artist as a young man". It's slightly interesting in its evocation of the collapse of France in 1940 but for the most part it's not about the occupation but about how the boy got interested in photography of models (as a step toward "real" cinema). The movie is, to me, quite boring and it is also marred by "arty" tricks such as switching from story to musical, from black and white to color, and so on.
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