I saw the Dardennes’ Kid With a Bike (2011) this weekend, and really loved it. It felt like a rigorous, elegant session of ballet exercises (not like I’ve ever taken ballet), taxing and rewarding at the same time, mentally and emotionally. I really enjoyed all the Truffaudian inflections, as if the Dardennes were addressing him directly, saying, “Les quatres cents coups (1959) was infatuated with the loss that can permeate a young life; we’re making films about troubled youth without that infatuation. The result is structural, a film about interpersonal systems: loss that leads to redemption, then loss once again, and the knowledge that this cycle continues.”