I wish I could find my 46-year-old review of Francois Truffaut‘s Love on the Run. I seem to recall not being much of a fan, largely because I thought the film depended on too many Antoine Doinel flashbacks, reaching all the way back to The 400 Blows (’59).
Jean Pierre Leaud, still with us at age 80, was 34 during filming.
The director of a private school that Leaud attended in the eighth grade wrote the following to Truffaut: “I regret to inform you that Jean-Pierre is more and more unmanageable. Indifference, arrogance, permanent defiance, lack of discipline in all its forms. He has twice been caught leafing through pornographic pictures in the dorm. He is developing more and more into an emotionally disturbed case.”
That was me! At age 12 or 13 I was also rebellious, “emotionally disturbed” and leafing through nudie magazines.
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