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School films, David Gilmour, Publishing Leméac, 2010 (the book is in France under the title The film club , Literature Publishing Leduc.s)

In Jesus of Montreal, a rivalry between two critical theaters leads respectively to say shit. I know I saw at least fifteen times. The first says that Daniel gets away with a first prize in the conservatory, where the other says he is self taught. It's a little big, it's a caricature. A dash of humor loving addition, we include among these a critical Francine Grimaldi on the verge of fainting as she ruffled through the provision players and the depth of the staging. When one loves, one does not count.

So, I am wary of criticism. I can not help it, I just saw fifteen times. Jesus of Montreal means. While this week I finished reading School films of David Gilmour. No report, except that it is one of criticism.

Ah, you learn at school beautiful films. That's another thing on the benches of class livid. David Gilmour can tell us about him, the father with his son, dépatouillent troublemakers from their respective adult and career fluctuating, the young blonde with her sometimes uncompromising, sometimes frivolous and dissatisfied. Shit then, right life, right?

In adolescence, boys have a lot need a father figure. So they say, anyway. Him, his name is Jesse. He has the whole future ahead of him but above all, he is bored to finish high school. And David Gilmour remembers. At a time when the educational model is constantly undermined, challenged by the failure of a system under and less credible by the reforms that we no longer know what they are reforming, the author takes it upon himself to remove his son from school. Condition: three movies a week and it's dad who chooses.

Together, they hit it a bunch of cinoche, but that's not the most important. They will maintain the relationship from that time. Starting with the doubts of the father against his decision. Has not shown too much flippancy? Might he not have any spunk in the air in the education of his little guy? Him open the door wide the plunge? His son can grow outside the system? Because of the sudden, I have to wonder what it is that system. Merde alors!

It does not present us with quite often a teenager in its natural environment. On the ethological point of view, the animal is resistant to many hangovers, a few sentences of heart stinker on numerous discussions with his paternal father, who, year in and year out, fenced to share with him the rudiments love life. We are not this much more fathers struggling with themselves torn between their own experiences that we laugh with time, and the pangs of intergenerational communication.

Is it because I went there? Oh, I do not have the availability of David Gilmour but wants, not want, the issue of school drop begins to take at home, but not frontally same. That of how to share his experience? How could he avoid the bullshit avoid each other we never knew how it yourself? Exactly, David Gilmour does not claim this. He leaves it wallowing if that's where Jesse has to go, but he leaves, looking down, he may reach in extremis and break his fall. So yes, it's touching and yes, it makes you think.

The other character in the story, of course, is the film itself. Now it happens that the first film which he speaks is French, The 400 Blows, but practically the only one. Difficult to be angry with David Gilmour, the English bathed his life in a juice sauce Anglo-Yank. It's not for lack of teaching French in a previous life. Nothing to do, there is evidence on this point, it is damn hard to get out of its cultural canons. Yet. Cinema India. The Soviet cinema. Polish cinema. English cinema or Swedish. The underground cinema. Damn, Quebec cinema!

Another aspect of the Anglo-American culture is the viewer who himself comes from the study of Anglo-American literature. It is art to focus on details as revealing the whole. As legitimizing the whole. Well, I'm lost in there. The tiny gesture of James Dean in Giant m'émouvrait maybe if I remembered to have noticed. Not to notice by itself does not prevent me not to take the measure of a film nor the acting. It is often said wow to the game some players, but the image in film is so big that we sometimes overlook the details and some aspects of the interpretation may go to joliet more than life. It is perhaps the Actors Studio, as to exclaim to the glory of a few pounds had taken De Niro for Raging Bull interpret. To know all this really does nothing to the story we tell about the artist, except that it is a way to further enlarge the frame to put a little more about one that already exists and is called the screen. And who should be self sufficient, no? Is this why David never take Jesse to the movies? If so, he did not speak.

must say that the approach is that of a critical subject, by force of editorial choices, no doubt, to some selection. The beautiful hand cult films, and they may be. And not even the most daring. Not Eyes Wide Shut , not Dancer in the Dark, that is, not movies too ... Those who give just the right time for a company by elsewhere is severely mistreated.

Obviously, there are grandiose films, films that shook us deeply, others that we expose a new point of view, at the same time enlightening us about the stuff that bothers us, exactly. David uses it on purpose, when silence settled between him and his son, when the words of a father might offend or injure, the film takes over and pif paf pouf, the father-son bond is restored because that ultimately, the film is always right. Again, dialogue is important. The dialogue is crucial.

This also why these few lines, this note of humor, oh oh oh, as a thank you to Laetitia - among others - which has provided me the opportunity and I welcome here. So long, partner, and long live romance!

[Stéphane Petit]