So, this is a biography movie. It's so sad how so many people, Jewish or not, died in vain so long ago. So many true stories have been adapted, like the story of Hana Brady's suitcase, and we shall never forget all the countless innocents and heroes, but to tell you the truth, I'd rather see a hero in battle get murdered than an innocent bystander getting the life sucked out of him in a gas chamber. This film is another one based almost completely on a true story from the perspective of Louis Malle, showing off how one simple act can haunt you the rest of your life. Katherine Paterson wrote Bridge to Terabithia shortly after her daughter died in a storm with her, but I think it and a movie like this is more to grieve and depress rather than remembering the lost.
The story follows Louis Malle's character, Julien Quentin (cihn-tihn is how it's pronounced), and there he attends a French boarding school and, being quite young and shy with so many big books at his aid, he's an outsider. He's obviously scared of going to a place with a hundred other older people, a school no less with his bed in the middle of a hundred exact replicas. It's not a prison certainly, because there are teachers, games and no razor wire. Big walls and Nazis I think, and some pretty serious stuff for someone Julien's age, as well as an outsider just like himself. They have beds near each other and they become weird and independent friends, learning from one another, like how Julien's mother always took him out to meals where Jean Bonnet had a mother who cooked. Julien seems to notice he's acting rather funny. Is he really who he says he is?
Now, the whole time this movie happens, the kids play some Capture the Flag, try out sports and lick other people's cookies for fun. A sequel to this movie that involves the destruction of this school by the Nazis that are after Jews that they believe are still in the school is a movie I would pay to see. A movie that is simply at a school while everyone is waiting for the possibility to leave legally is usually bad even by the standards of biography movies. Roger Ebert put this movie on his Great Movies list, and noticed how the real Louis Malle cried during the film. That's fine, except for people like me, we must endure the Grade Ten book report that is too familiar now, makes us wait too long for a conclusion we don't want anyway under inert writing and quite unnecessary.