TWO BEERS… AND A TON OF FEELING
SEP 12, 2009 – LEAVE IT TO A POSTMODERN PRANKSTER like Godard to insinuate, at first, that what we are watching is filmed reality, and subsequently blow that notion to bits by uncovering the artifice behind it all. Lovers-on-the-lam Ferdinand (Jean Paul Belmondo) and Marianne (Anna Karina) make their escape in a stolen vehicle and seek to dispose of it. He stops by a field of grass and suggests, “I’ve got an idea!” She completes his thought. “We’ll fake an accident.” And so he drives into the field, and as we follow him, we see what has got to be the most improbable motor accident in the history of the cinema. There’s a battered car, the bloodied bodies of its passengers around it – but somehow, the entire scenario appears staged, like a macabre exhibit.
As Ferdinand steps out, Marianne suggests that they should burn the car. “They’ll think we burned too.” She issues instructions. “Move it closer. It’s got to look real. This isn’t a movie.” They do the needful and move on. A few scenes later, they steal a second car, and as they head towards nowhere in particular, she whines, “We’re going to be in a hell of a fix without money.” She says they should try to find her brother. “He’ll give us lots of dough. Then we’ll find ourselves a high-class hotel and have some fun!” He turns to the camera and sneers, “All she thinks about is fun!” She demands, “Who’re you talking to?” He replies, “The audience.” She turns to the camera too, as if verifying his fourth-wall-shattering utterance – then she coolly returns to being a character within the story, within the movie.
The film thus positions itself between these two stances, between Marianne’s admonition that, “This isn’t a movie,” and Ferdinand’s acknowledgment to the audience that this is indeed a movie. And yet, for all the distancing tricks the film plays on us, for all its unapologetic self-awareness, it never fails to connect emotionally in the manner of a real movie, a movie movie, one that makes you laugh and cry with the aid of characters and plots poised on invisibly designed narrative arcs – even if these connections occur only in disconnected snatches. There is, for instance, the grand comic stretch of Ferdinand walking into a bar and ordering two beers. “That way, when I’ve finished one, I’ll still have one left.” A stranger walks up and asks, “Remember me? You stayed at my place last year. I lent you 1000 francs. You went to bed with my wife.”
For someone with an apparent score to settle, he might well be reading from the phone book. Ferdinand remembers, “Yes, that’s right.” The man continues, “So now you’re in the south, eh?” Ferdinand nods, “That’s right.” The man enquires, “Everything OK?” Ferdinand replies, “Fine.” The man waves and leaves. It’s a hysterical moment, the high melodrama of the adulterous situation reduced to deadpan absurdity. But then, the sentimental scenes too are leached of manipulative emotion and presented to us in their starkest form – and yet, they lose little of their potency. When Ferdinand and Marianne settle down, for a brief period, on an idyllic island, he takes to writing. Meanwhile, she gets bored. She chants, “What am I to do? I don’t know what to do! What am I to do? I don’t know what to do! What am I to do? I don’t know what to do!”
He shouts, “Silence! I’m writing!” And he reads aloud from his notebook, as a tropical parrot hops on his thigh. “That is the basic problem… You’re waiting for me… I’m not there… I arrive… I enter the room… That’s when I really start to exist for you… But I existed before that… I had thoughts… I may have been suffering… So the problem is to show you alive, thinking of me, and at the same time, to see me alive by virtue of that very fact.” The latter sentiment appears to be important. He turns to Marianne and says, “I’m underlining that.” She’s silent. Something about her demeanor makes him realise that all’s not well. He asks, “Why do you look so sad?”
She replies, “Because you talk to me with words, and I look at you with feelings.” He shakes his head. “Conversation with you is impossible. You never have ideas, only feelings.” She argues, “That’s not true! There are ideas inside feelings.” He offers, “OK. Let’s try to have a serious conversation. You tell me what you like, what you want, and I’ll do the same. OK, you start.” She replies, “Flowers, animals, blue skies, the sound of music, I don’t know… everything! What about you?” He says, “Ambition, hope, the motion of things, accidents, uh… what else? Well, everything!” He’s a man of ideas, while she’s a woman of feelings. He’s the man in the self-reflexive Godard movie, while she appears to want out. She just wants to be in a regular movie, a real movie, a movie movie – something with flowers, animals, blue skies and the sound of music.
Pierrot le Fou (1965, French, English; aka Crazy Pete). Directed by Jean-Luc Godard. Starring Jean Paul Belmondo, Anna Karina, Graziella Galvani.
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a
September 11, 2009
This film seems like a trip to one of those house of mirrors in a carnival.We are all part of one grand film..and somewhere out there is an extra terrestial watching…!!
What other films of jean luc goddard do you reccommend?
and have you watched amelie..reaffirms my belief that sometimes alternative cinema need not be dark and brroding..
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brangan
September 11, 2009
a: I did write about Amelie.
I’d recommend pretty much anything Godard made in his early period — say, till the early 1970s. (“Contempt” is a particular favourite of mine.) The thing with him, though, is that he isn’t interested in narrative like, say, Truffaut (to name a contemporary). So when you see his films, it’s to see how he’s using the possibilities of the medium in a sort of deconstructionist way, which may be of not much interest to those who look for pure narrative.
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Qalandar
September 12, 2009
Re: “And so he drives into the field, and as we follow him, we see what has got to be the most improbable motor accident in the history of the cinema. There’s a battered car, the bloodied bodies of its passengers around it – but somehow, the entire scenario appears staged, like a macabre exhibit.”
Brings to mind that other accident, namely the one at the end of “Contempt” (though one could be forgiven for forgetting the closing shot since the one near the beginning, Brigitte Bardot’s entry shot, is so luscious)…
I continue to have a great weakness for “Breathless”; the film refuses to be dated, and is as fresh as ever today. By contrast, “Masculin/Feminin”, although technically very interesting, seems a bit dated to me… I haven’t seen very many Godard films, but would pick “Contempt” of the ones I have (it’s interesting to juxtapose this film with Satyajit Ray’s “Nayak”, there are overlapping concerns here, about the nature of cinema/reality, right down to a potentially sordid couple dynamic)…
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Just Another Film Buff
September 12, 2009
This is Godard at play in Pierrot. Just paining whatever he wants in his canvas – of emotions as Fuller says in the film – by reversing the structure of Breathless.
There is a nice little continuity that’s established in Godard’s Every Man for Himself suggesting the return of the director to his early years. And all his movies after Every Man For Himself up the ante so much that his early films look bland! I’d love to read on those Mr. Rangan…
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brangan
September 12, 2009
back-and-forth with a reader
reader: after reading your reference to j.l.godard as a postmoder prankster i recall an episode from a mani kaul lecture at ftii in 1978. while mani kaul was speaking an overzealous jnu student began to castigate him. mani kaul patiently listened and just posed a question to the student”what have you done for indian cinema”? the student sat down.
me: I did mean the term as a compliment. Or did it not come across that way? (Because Godard always plays tricks on the audience — hence “prankster”).
reader: i did not get the meaning you intended. for me everything on godard is very serious.
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Amit
September 12, 2009
Sir – I have a question. Where do you get access to these films? Library? Friends? Downloads? Chor bazaar?
I sincerely want to get my hands on some of the movies you recommend, hence the question.
thanks in advance.
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brangan
September 12, 2009
Amit: If you know the right libraries, they can be a good source. I cover older films, mostly, and they’re all available on the DVD market as well. Plus, it helps if you have friends/relations abroad who buy you DVDs instead of boxes of Ferrero Rocher 🙂 Especially in SE Asia, they have these boxed sets of director-themed DVDs in the “chor bazaar” equivalent. They cost a bit, but worth it if you’re into the films.
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Adithya
September 12, 2009
BR: You mentioned this “right libraries” a hundred times. A name or two possible!? Around Chennai that is!
Wonder when Netflix or something like that will come to India. Is anything already present that is half as good?
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Bala
September 13, 2009
ahem , came across this while trawling the net .Abhay Deol’s next film –
http://passionforcinema.com/road-movie-trailer/
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brangan
September 13, 2009
Adithya: Tic Tac, Cinema Paradiso. Plus the smaller stores stock a lot of films that even *they* don’t know about 🙂
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Amit
September 13, 2009
BR – many thanks for that info.
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Shalini
September 14, 2009
I had to forward this piece to my husband who’s been trying(unsuccessfully?) to wrap his mind around post-modern cinema for a few months now. Might provide him some encouragement…or not.:-D
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Ketan
September 15, 2009
Nice review. Wish the movie were as easy to understand as you make it out to be. Personally, I am not a big fan of this movie. Maybe back in the 60s the talking to the camera thing was cute. Watching it today, it isn’t. The plot is bizzare and I am not talking of the non-linear part. It simply has little idea of where it is going. Take the entire scene of Jean Paul caricaturing the Vietnamese. Only when you read other reviews and background stories do you find out that Goddard put it there for his pro-Vietnam/anti-American/pro-Marxist views. What relation does it have to the movie? Nada! Nothing! Unless I missed something. Goddard comes off as a selfish, pretentious movie maker, making something for his own ego, rather than for the sake of art or cinema. If anything DevD reminded me of this movie, only DevD is much much better. The same non-linear narrative, references to pop-culture(garish colours, 60’s pop art on the walls), the looking into the camera by Abhay Deol, his own self-doubts, living life on his own terms etc. Anuraag Kashayp improved on this movie.
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Raj Balakrishnan
September 15, 2009
Hi Baradwaj,
I was wondering whether you had written a piece/reviewed Memento (or is it Momento?) anytime. Would like to know what are your thoughts on the reverse chronological narrative style. Did it have any purpose?
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brangan
September 15, 2009
Ketan: Reg. “The plot is bizzare and I am not talking of the non-linear part. It simply has little idea of where it is going.” As I said earlier, if you’re going to look for plot, Godard isn’t the man. His strung-along “plots” are essentially a clothesline for his narrative experiments — and as you say, some of them do appear dated now.
As for “What relation does it have to the movie? Nada! Nothing!” that is kinda-sorta the point of postmodernism, no? The destruction of established order (whether in a movie or poetry or painting or whatever)? If the established order is to make things “invisible” in a conventional film, so that we are absorbed in just the narrative, someone like Godard challenges us at every point.
Raj Balakrishnan: Yes, I think it has a purpose, and yes, I did write about it. I think it’s in a comment somewhere. Will try and dig it up.
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Ketan
September 15, 2009
@ Brangan: Thanks for the response. Your definition of post-modernism is probably correct. My problem is with the way Godard handles it. He prefers to bludgeon you over the head with it, rather than gently leading you into it. His own ‘Breathless’ does it wonderfully (I love his jump-cut shots). So do L’Avventura, 8 1/2, and La Strada. Somehow this movie lacked the finesse of those others.
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