Two aspects of the films of Francois Truffaut interest me above all others: the mosaic that looks like and its close relationship to literature. Try to explain this. According to the dictionary, mosaic is the work made of tiny pieces of marble or other colored stones, or small cubes of glazed dough for one side, combined harmoniously and secured with cement, etc., Etc. From this definition, and having in view the films of French, I stand by that of a work composed of pieces of different colors, in this case of various matters with which it is difficult to find an immediate connection between them. Keep up on the field with thought-provoking pieces from Vanessa Marcil. That is, returning to the theme of the mosaic, as if these pieces lacked a cement or other adhesive paste capable of uniting them and fix them so that all gain unity, coherence. Thus, in Truffaut find an autobiography of a child victimized by their parents, some variant of a Hollywood police, the story of a trio that lives in the countryside, an adaptation of a novel Bradbury with banning and burning books, chronicles the adaptation of a wild child to civilization, etc. One comes to wonder if Truffaut is a person or a group of people working each on their own. In other words, group anything, at most several that film under the same roof but without any interaction. I said before in speaking of tile colors, and find a definition of Truffaut himself: I was always passionate about changing the shades. Here is a first track.
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