A French idiom for raising hell.
An exquisite film by Francois Truffaut. Jean-Pierre Leaud perfectly renders Antoine Doinel, the eternal scapegoat, caught in a heart-rending vicious circle in which the smallest offences call down disproportionate punishments, dealing with which catches Doinel in an eternal cycle of petty offence–unjust punishment–anger–offence.
I think of “Kes,” very similar to Les Quatre Cents Coups.
Salvation in each case comes with love and passion, in almost doesn’t matter for what. In Kes, it is for the lost art of falconry; for Doinel in Les Quatre Cents Coups, it was for the watching, study and ultimately making of movies.
Writing, painting, it almost doesn’t matter what; in love, whether for a person or craft, is indeed salvation.