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French Impressionism

Breathless I decided to do French New Wave simply because the era of film, aside from spaghetti westerns, was my firs true love In international cinema. Luc Godard, a great film school cliché I know) truly was a genius, but I felt I have neglected the french cinema and spent too much time this past year on Japanese (a lot of Kurosawa) and swedish (a lot of Bergman) cinema, so I may as well write about the genre that really got me in the first place. My first french “new wave” film was Belle de Jour, a fantastic film of a bored house wife, a desperate criminal, and a lust for life that none could ever find. This movie however is not the film I decided to watch for this paper, although I think its worthy to note the precedent this film set for me and the bias it pitched towards my love for international cinema. Simply the beauty of cultural representation, of a life lived lives ago and the desperate beauty in self destruction, in the pursuit of happiness. These are emotional and expletive facets of international and more specifically french film. WHen I watch movies I no longer exist in this world (I understand the representation of dream sequences in film when films are so much like dreams to me in the first place.) Here we are asked to accept something we may know to be not true, an alternative reality, and aside from the fact that french are simply “cool,” the artists performing and producing in that era were really able to produce films that just inspired me. I constantly find my self disappointed in myself when viewing the art of others, such as why am I not doing that and yet in the french new wave I find that I am so effortlessly inspired to go out and create something myself. And why the french may have their Parisian stylele, and while french new wave may be a specific genre to say the least, with a specific intent and a specific message, the desire and subsequent success in creating something was/is there and continues to hold its grip on me today. In breathless a small time crook kills a police man (in a fairly poorly shot scene) and than attempts to convince an american woman working for a newspaper to come hideout with him in italy. I really like the main characters adoration of Mr. Bogart as I too found him to be a source of masculine inspiration, but my favorite bits of this film are the interactions between the french criminal and thee american newspaper gal. THis is truly where the naturalistic acting comes out and in such an incredible fashion too. They really managed to make believable the relationship I'd love to have, the relationship of coy and playful banter, smart intelligent and witty conversation, and sometimes impossible to love character flaws. Who are we other than what we view in the mirror, how can we connect yet trough commonality, and here is a wonderful film whose protagonists, or anti-hero rather, I felt so connected too. Not to mention that france in the 60s was an incredible stylish place and the film just reeks of cool. The only other facet of french impressionism I would say was very apparent in tis film was the artistic camera use, specifically shots done in the street and that poorly shot intro scene I mentioned earlier. But the difference between film then and now was you had to use intelligence and imagination to fill in some gaps whereas now the work is limited to keeping your eyes open and hopefully your mouth agape. I have neglected a genre so powerful for so long and I do have to include in this analysis that being reintroduced (I was big on french new wave in the later years of high school) has really inspired me to take a more objective look at the cinemas of the world, the styles, the messages. And to empirically take that view and project it onto my own world and hopefully inject it into my own art.