At the Film Institute, Truffaut was one of my, no, my most favourite director. The days we had a screening of a Truffaut film were extra-happy days.

But once in Mumbai, I’ve hardly ever watched a Truffaut film. So, the other day I picked up “Two English Girls” rather greedily from the DVD library. When we put the DVD in, I said to Dhanno, “Come, watch this. This is my ‘bestest’ director.” She hung around. She kept giving me glances. Then stormed off and scribbled this. Which I’m posting with her consent. Which she may regret when she grows up.

Later, she asked me, suspicious as usual, if I said I liked Truffaut only because everyone said so, and it sounded good to say so, or whether I actually did. I said I genuinely did. Teja said anyway, the films were too adult for her.

I admitted that Truffaut’s films may be too much for her right now, but she did need to have watched it a little more patiently. She accepted that, and said she’ll see another one of my picking. She may change her view on him after all, but in the meanwhile, here is what she thought right here, right now. Spelling mistakes, rambling sentences and all.

“Trofu – Dhanno (Awestruck)

A film that was so unique differed so much story wise (considering the fact it had no story) that no person would remember that they had seen a film like this. A person may experience a certain urge to write about the film even though only 15 minutes might have passed.

Amazed to see how people dressed (always white) and spoke to each other (as if it was a hearing with the President). I was thoroughly bored. I surely noticed that they have all the time in the world to tie their hair up even though they have come down from their room to have tea with their mother.

I wonder if they ever feel they should get a job? But I think they prefer living in the house of their mother’s best friend. I’m talking about a man Claude, who even after 1/2 an hour of the movie did nothing but wrote a dumb diary. He lived in that house with his mother’s friend and her daughters.

The daughters also following the trend of that time (Do Nothing! is the fashion) kept flirting with the guest of the house. Claude, I think the less busiest of all played silly games with the two girls (mind you, they might be 25).

I was just getting used to the nothingness of the film when the mother of all people, gave her daughters an idea to play back to back sea-saw. Claude joined them too, thinking it was his lifetime achievement of feeling the “supple” backs of the two women. This way for obvious his only achievement, maybe. Feeling I’d had enough I got up (had to) and wrote this.”