Synopsis
As the Algerian War draws to a close, a teenager with a girlfriend starts feeling homosexual urges for two of his classmates: a country boy, and a French-Algerian intellectual.
1994 ‘Les Roseaux sauvages’ Directed by André Téchiné
As the Algerian War draws to a close, a teenager with a girlfriend starts feeling homosexual urges for two of his classmates: a country boy, and a French-Algerian intellectual.
The Wild Reeds, Rosas Selvagens, Los juncos salvajes
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A miraculous rush of youthful emotion. An adolescent quartet moves with the currents of rural southwestern France, the title hinting at the fluidity of it all—emotions that bend without breaking. Téchiné's camera is smooth and restless—a shot starts in profile then cranes over a river, only to settle back down in contemplation—but also attuned to the rhythms and truncations in every scene: a dorm room tryst or a stolen moment by the water. François is the ostensible center, "too sensitive... intellectual," his heart literally threatening to give way throughout. He's fluid, half-formed (unlike his sectarian teacher) and unable to choose sides, but also intuitive and honest. His emotions burst forth with disarming frankness at key moments: a direct appeal ("I…
One of the most heartfelt, tender, honest, and sensual (without being explicit) coming-of-age films I have seen. I could have watched this group of people for another hour.
Unfolding within the sleepy environment of a southwest rural region of France during 1962, André Téchiné’s engaging coming of age drama opens just as the Algerian War of Independence is grinding to its conclusion, and where the incursions by terrorist factions have become a rather everyday occurrence.
It broadly contemplates affairs of state although its more keen interests are on affections of the heart than of politics, and the exasperations of the aftermath of the war occur splashed against the destinies of four teenagers and their evolving sexuality. There's plenty of commentary on the necessity for social modifications shadowing the teenagers ensuing emotional progression into maturity, together with a cluster of assertions on how the younger generation shouldn't put any…
More than just a “gay movie” as most descriptions of this title are characterized, Wild Reeds is first and foremost and film about death.
Whether that be the death of family, the death of innocence, or the death of love.
I havent stopped thinking about this film since I watched it last night, and boy did this film make me restless.
The film ends with a message of hopelessness: signaling that the hard part of life isn’t death, but the life that continues on—forever marked by loss.
oof. man oh man did this get me deep in my former sensitive anxious semi-closeted queer teen pseudo-intellectual water-sign feelings. hey everybody I'm about to be 30.
Perfectly captures the heartbreak of youth, that what means everything to you can’t last. But life goes on.
The French sorta version of "Call Me By Your Name," with the Algerian set in the background instead of a shimmering summer in the background - though there's a good cinematography and camera work. A nice little queer coming-of-age movie that sadly, different to the Guadagnino, I couldn't really connect nor get invested in the story.
Perhaps give it a watch, perhaps you might like it better than I do.
Give blowjobs instead of sermons. You’d be more honest and more useful.
Phenomenal.
i think about the bit when she kisses her friend around his face literally every day
wrecked me. so warm and beautiful. incredible in how it realizes and corrects the chronic issue of youth films attempting to masquerade as some kind of coming-of-age rosetta stone where there’s no clear progression in the characters until they’ve unlocked one of life’s many truths about love or fully come to terms with their feelings or whatever; everything here just exists in this whirlwind of rich sunlight and teen heartbreak and political/sexual/ideological confusion where no one has anything figured out but that’s okay bc even though the years are transient, youth stays still.
we loved you then, it’s not the same, i don’t like how things change