Je suis né à 17 ans

More than a movie, it is a sort of exercise of exorcism. Thierry Beccaro proposes an autobiographical story about his awfull , defined by father violence , childhood and teenage years. No doubts, good points and noble effort. But , for me, not being exactly out of simmilar situation , experimenting the traumas fruits decades after source events, being, in some measure, a middle age guy having 17 year old still, the main problem is in which measure can be confess a kind experience.

The film has manneristic, forced, cabotin scenes and moments for convince the public.

But this terrible slices of past are always out of words. Confessed, they are not exactly authentic. Sure, noble effort, and I admire the try of Thierry Beccaro to say what real matters. But the end- the improvisation front actors trainer and the soccer match are , maybe , too much. For reasons easy to be clear for people living simmilar bad experiences.