Is there anything that can be summed up this film perfectly: the fable of La Fontaine played by François. The barrel spotlight with oak of this story, and portrays each character represents a Téchiné. Gusts of wind and all sorts of bad weather forced her to bend, to curve, into submission to their liking, but they can never, never break it. That rush is always able to get by. He has something in his DNA that allows it to tilt and bend almost to breaking in two, then return to upright position and standing as if nothing had happened. And that is what happens to the interpreters of the film. Téchiné, while speaking of adolescence - as almost all the players are - and embraces all ages. Adolescence is "used" rather as a starting point, as the stage where everything happens for the first time where one gets to know the word 'disappointment' and 'failure', where you see the first subject to storms, the first internal and external chaos, the first gusts. But it is just that, a beginning, a starting point. They are always present in life. And that's why "Les sauvages roseaux" is not just a film about youth, but multigenerational, timeless. Even Madame Alvarez, a professor of guys, it's a rush, even Professor Morelli is. They're all (we all), without distinction, twigs extremely sensitive to those windy gusts. Behind them lies a disappointment, a failure, anxiety, anxiety, a fear, but, upon completion, the branches will always be there, ready and prepared to receive other waves.
these boys and girls, these men and women are all rods can withstand any condition, capable of adapting to surrender despite the fear, the fear of shattering, of being swept away by the currents. Rods are wild, just like the title. Organisms that persist, which, before a tree higher and higher, stretching their necks together in search of food, which respond blow for blow, which react, who adapt, which evolve to survive.
I like the dual personality of his subjects: one is hypersensitivity, the fragility and emotion of their branches, which makes them extremely vulnerable to gusts of wind that forces them to arching and arching up to the end of their tether, the other the immense strength, endurance innate, inscribed in their genetic code, so cynical, clever, shrewd and cold as to be ready for everything, and able to get out from it all.
I like the idea-man rushes, it suits him, it outlines in clear and indisputable, it registered in a hybrid category, spurious, between the human and animal, between being and receiving. The only, in my view, be able to withstand any kind of tsunami.
"The Oak says the rush, "What are you waiting to experience nature? A cricket is a heavy burden for you, the slightest breath of wind makes you immediately lower the head while my hair, as beautiful mountains, stops the sun and weather the storm. The storm for you and for me the breeze, and also if you were born in the shade of my foliage, you should not suffer so much, I'd give you shelter, but you often grow on the edges of the reign of humid winds. The nature has been unfair with you. " "Your compassion," says the rush, "is welcome, but not required. I fear not the wind because I bend but not break me. So far you've resisted his shots and never turn back, but wait and see. " At these words the storm gets more terrible than the northern sky has ever known: the oak still does not bend, the wind presses, a massive coup uproots the tree, his head touches the sky, his feet touch the realm of dead. "
- What's the matter?
- Forget, I will not forget. Forgetting is a horrible thing.
- You can not say, François. I saw him with Pierre, I do not think of the days. It's ugly, but it is. The death of a brother is horrible, I expected to die. But there is something more horrible, including the war: everything goes!
- know Irene, Pierre's wife? One night came into my room. I woke up. It was there, standing in her nightgown. He looked at me. I was naked. You know you have done? She started to cry. He said I was beautiful and wanted. And then I said sorry. He told me that he felt a bitch, he was ashamed for my brother. He wanted me to beat her.
- And you, then you've done?
- I fucked all night to calm her down. And also because I felt like it too.
- is that you marry her? The love?
- read too many books!
- Even my brother loved it. He used. Without the war, would never have married.
- But the war is over. If you do not love her because you get married the same with you?
- Because I want a wife and even children! Do you understand? There you do not have to look for another one. That, maybe, I do not either. Life is hard for everyone!
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