Diary entries forBoy Meets Girl
Boy Meets Girl
โ๐๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ด. ๐๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต. ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐บ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐บ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ด. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ. ๐๐ฆ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐.โ Stripped back, low budget Carax works for me with its beautiful use of black-and-white that plays with German Expressionism and cute tricks from the Nouvelle Vague. The over-excited tone to want to say too much, without filter, is better refined through metaphor in later Carax, but all of this works as a debut born with youthful ambition. There's so much heart in the theatrics and strange of mundane lives and moments. Strange cast of characters. Almost feels like a dream, sweeping in and out, only to be awoken by a nudge of annoyance, an overwritten line here and there, but it's so purely Carax, so purely angsty and youthful. In all honesty, I wish I watched this as a teenager when I watched too much Godard and Truffaut. I would've loved it a lot more. But sitting here, too far into my own present tense, I can see my younger self for loving it so much, and I think that's a gift in itself.