Film - Feature | August 17 | 8 p.m. | Berkeley Art Museum and Pacific Film Archive
Truffaut gives us a behind-the-scenes romantic comedy in which the love interest is moviemaking. Every love affair must have its complications, and so the production-within-the-production is plagued by accidents, erotic misadventures, and wayward performers, including an alcoholically forgetful diva, an imported ingénue not quite over her nervous breakdown, and an uncooperative kittenplus, of course, Léaud, who can actually deliver lines like the plaintive Are women magic? with a straight face. (When his girlfriend runs off with the stuntman, hes terribly upset, but then, as a colleague points out, hes always terribly upset.) Meanwhile, the director, played by Truffaut himself, has recurring black-and-white dreams of a cinephilic childhood. Shooting a film is like taking a stagecoach ride, he says. First you hope to have a nice trip. Then you just hope to reach your destination. But judging by the exhilaration of Day for Night, for Truffaut, the trip really is the destination.