Cahiers Du Cinema: The 1950s

Cahiers
du
Cinema
Cahiers
du
Cinema
The 19505: Neo-Realism, Hollywood, New Wave
Edited by
Jim Hillier
Harvard University Press
Cambridge, Massachusetts
1985
English translation and editorial matter
Copyright 1985 by the British Film Institute
Originally published in French in Cahiers du Cinema, numbers 1-102, April 1951
to December 1959, Les Editions de l'Etoile
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Printed in Great Britain
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Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data
Cahiers du cinema, the 19505.
Includes index.
1. Moving-pictures-Philosophy-Addresses, essays, lectures. 2. Moving-
pictures---Aesthetics-Addresses, essays, lectures. 3. Moving-
pictures---France-History-Addresses, essays, lectures. 4. Moving-
pictures---Italy-History-Addresses, essays, lectures. 5. Moving-
pictures-United States-History-Addresses, essays, lectures.
I. Hillier, Jim. II. Cahiers du cinema.
PN1195.C29 1985 791.43'01 84-25215
ISBN 0-674--09060-8
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Contents
Preface and Acknowledgments
Books Frequently Cited in Text
Introduction
Part One French Cinema
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Introduction 21
1 Truffaut: The Rogues are Weary' (review of Jacques
Becker's Touchez pas au grisbi) (April 1954) 28
2 Andre Bazin, Jacques Doniol-Valcroze, Pierre Kast, Roger Leen-
hardt, Jacques Rivette, Eric Rohmer: 'Six Characters in Search
of auteurs: A Discussion about the French Cinema' (May 1957) 31
3 Jean-Luc Godard: 'Sufficient Evidence' (review of Roger
Vadim's Sait-on jamais?) Guly 1957) 47
4 Jean-Luc Godard: Les 400 Coups (February 1959) 51
5 Fereydoun Hoveyda: 'The First Person Plural' (article on Fran-
Truffaut's Les 400 Coups) Ouly 1959) 53
6 Jean Domarchi, Jacques Doniol-Valcroze, Jean-Luc Godard,
Pierre Kast, Jacques Rivette, Eric Rohmer: 'Hiroshima, notre
amour' (discussion on Alain Resnais's Hiroshima mon amour)
(July 1959) 59
Part Two American Cinema
Introduction
I Perspectives
7 Eric Rohmer: 'Rediscovering America' (Christmas 1955)
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8 Jacques Rivette: 'Notes on a Revolution' (Christmas 1955) 94
9 Andre Bazin: The Death of Humphrey Bogart' (February 1957) 98
II Dossier - Nicholas Ray
10 Jacques Rivette: 'On Imagination' (review of The Lusty Men)
(October 1953) 104
11 Truffaut: 'A Wonderful Certainty' (review of Johnny
Guitar) (April 1955) 107
12 Eric Rohmer: 'Ajax or the Cid?, (review of Rebel Without a Cause)
(May 1956) 111
13 Jean-Luc Godard: 'Nothing but Cinema' (review of Hot Blood)
(February 1957) 116
14 Jean-Luc Godard: 'Beyond the Stars' (review of Bitter Victory)
Oanuary 1958) 118
15 Charles Bitsch: Interview with Nicholas Ray (November 1958) 120
III Auteurs
16 Jacques Rivette: 'The Genius of Howard Hawks' (May 1953) 126
17 Jacques Rivette: 'The Essential' (review of Otto Premingers
Angel Face) (February 1954) 132
18 Claude Chabrol: JSerious Things' (review of Alfred Hitchcock's
Rear Window) (April 1955) 136
19 Jacques Rivette: 'The Hand' (review of Fritz Lang's Beyond a
Reasonable Doubt) (November 1957) 140
20 Luc Moullet: 'Sam Fuller: In Marlowe's Footsteps' (March 1959) 145
IV Genre
21 Claude Chabrol: 'Evolution of the Thriller' (Christmas 1955) 158
22 Andre Bazin: 'Beauty of a Western' (review of Anthony Mann's
The Man from Laramie) Oanuary 1956) 165
23 Andre Bazin: 'An Exemplary Western' (review of Budd Boetti-
cher's Seven Men from Now) (August-September 1957) 169
Part Three Italian Cinema
Introduction 175
,24 Andre Bazin: Umberto D Oune 1952) 180
25: Amedee Ayfre: 'Neo-Realism and Phenomenology' (November
1952) 182
26 Jacques Rivette: 'Letter on Rossellini' (April 1955) 192
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27 Eric Rohmer: 'The Land of Miracles' (review of Roberto Rossel-
lini's Viaggio in Italia) (May 1955) 205
28 Eric Rohmer and Truffaut, Fereydoun Hoveyda and
Jacques Rivette: Interviews with Roberto Rossellini Guly 1954

Part Four Polemics
I Criticism
Introduction 221
29 Pierre Kast: 'Flattering the Fuzz: Some Remarks on Dandyism
and the Practice of Cinema' (May 1951) 227
30 Jean Domarchi: 'Knife in the Wound' (October 1956) 235
31 Andre Bazin: 'On the politique des auteurs' (April 1957) 248
32 Luc Moullet, Andre Bazin, Jacques Rivette: Exchanges about
Kurosawa and Mizoguchi (February 1957, March 1957, March
1958) 260
33 Alexandre Astruc: 'What is mise en scene?' (October 1959) 266
II Dossier - Cinema Scope
Introduction 270
34 Truffaut: 'A Full View' Guly 1953) 273
35 Jacques Rivette: 'The Age of metteurs en scene' Ganuary 1954) 275
36 Eric Rohmer: 'The Cardinal Virtues of CinemaScope' Ganuary
1954) 280
Appendix 1
Cahiers du Cinema Annual Best Films Listings 1955-9 284
Appendix 2
Guide to Cahiers du Cinema Nos 1-102, April 1951 - December 1959,
in English translation 289
Appendix 3
eahiers du Cinema in the 1960s and 1970s 302
Index of Names and Film Titles 307
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When this anthology of selections from Cahiers du Cinema first
discussed, it was planned that each volume should be self-con tamed and
coherent within its own terms, should be representative o! the period
covered (in this case, some nine years and over a Issues of the
magazine), should contain largely newly translated matenal rather than
material already easily available in English, should relevant and useful
within contemporary film culture and film education, and should be
pleasurable and accessible. .
I hope that this somewhat tall order has been to a large extent,
but some of the requirements have worked agamst each If, for
example, work by Andre Bazin, Jean-Luc Truffaut
is not as fully represented in the volume as Cahiers
would merit, this is because a great deal of theIr cntIcal.work IS already
available in English (and the same goes for wO,rk on RenOIr, for example).
At the same time, not to have represented Bazm, Godard and Truffaut by
important writings would have been quite wrong. As a result, all three
are represented here both by some already available material and by some
newly translated contributions. In any case, what could being 'representa-
tive' of Cahiers mean? It could be taken to mean several rather different
things: representative of contributions by quantity, or by importance - at
the time or in retrospect - ?r of the magazine's broad range
of concerns. The volume IS, I thmk, generally representative in most of
these. ways, but I am that, among other omissions, some Cahiers
contnbutors, often WIth long and important associations with the maga-
zine ,1951 and 1959, are poorly or not at all represented.
I ha,ve for example, Jacques Doniol-Va1croze, represented here
?nly m, dlscusslOns; Louis, Marcorelles (independently minded in his
mterest m such areas as PolIsh cinema and New York American cinema)'
,Martin in animation and comedy); Claude Beylie (Renoi;
speCIalIst); Franc;Ols Mars (comedy specialist); Jean Douchet, Philippe
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Demonsablon, Andre-S. Labarthe, Claude de Givray, Jacques Siclier and,
from the early years, Jean-Jose Richer and Michel Dorsday, as well as
many others. There is no intention to underestimate the value of their
work. In some cases, their work is likely to be included in future volumes;
in some other cases, examples of their work are available elsewhere in
translation. Appendix 2, a guide to Cahiers articles from the period April
1951 to December 1959 in translation, is designed very precisely to extend
the necessarily limited scope of this volume, and hence its usefulness, by
pointing to other Cahiers (and related) material available in English. No
definitive listing of such material exists, and our listing, although the best
we have been able to achieve, is almost certainly incomplete; we would
be grateful for additions and/or corrections from readers.
It has proved difficult to fix upon an appropriate structure for the book,
but attempts to organize it by critics, or chronology, or theoretical issues,
for example, seemed less successful than the present structure. Certainly,
the major categories which provide the book's structure - French cinema,
American cinema, Italian cinema, polemics - were meaningful ones
(though certainly not the only ones) for Cahiers during the 1950s. I have
felt this perspective to be generally important in the sense that I have
preferred to work broadly within the critical work's own terms rather than
constantly to subject it to a critique whose terms belong to much later
debates. On the other hand, I have wanted to make it clear in my introduc-
tions, particularly my general introduction, what kinds of relationships
exist between the work of Cahiers in this period and later work in Cahiers
and elsewhere, and why. In my introductions to each section I have tried
to tease out some of the major critical threads and implications in the
material as well as to relate it both to other Cahiers material and to its
influence on contemporary and later work in English (hence the - I hope,
productive and suggestive - profusion of footnote references).
A Note on translations
Translation always poses problems about accurate rendition, especially
when, as in this case, several different translators are involved and some
of the original writing is quite difficult or dense. In particular, I should
point out that the French auteur is usually, but not always, retained when
'author' would have been the straight translation, and mise en scene when
'direction' would have been the likely translation. Both terms have entered
critical discussion in English, but auteur in particular did not always have
the meanings currently attached to it: we have tried to be sensitive to the
varying usage of the two terms
Les Cahiers du Cinema - literally 'Cinema Exercise (or Note) Books' - are
of course plural, and should perhaps be referred to as 'they', but we have
preferred to refer to Cahiers as if in the singular. Cahiers is the normal
abbreviation used.
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Notes and references
All notes are the editor's except where specii'ically designated as authors'
or translators' notes.
A number of books referred to in notes with some frequency are given
in abbreviated form in references. Full details are provided under 'Books
Frequently Cited in Text', on pp xii-xiii.
Acknowledgments
My principal debts relate less to this particular volume than to the more
general perspective which informs it. First, like any teacher, my greatest
debts are to my students, over a period of almost fifteen years, at British
Film Institute summer schools, at BFI-University of London extra-mural
classes, and at Bulmershe College of Higher Education: their puzzlements
and excitements, their understandings and insights, constantly renewed,
have always been the most vital stimulus. Second, over the past fifteen
years or so I have been fortunate to find myself among colleagues whose
ideas, interests and enthusiasms have also been constantly stimulating _
my colleagues at BFI Education and on BFI summer schools 1969-79, on the
editorial board of Movie and in the Film and Drama division at Bulmershe
College. To all of them, my continuing thanks; the value I place on some
of these colleagues should be clear from my references to their work, but
I do not place less value on the less visible or available work of the others.
Third, very specific thanks to BFI Library Services, whose help is So
fundamental to this book as to so many others, and to my editors, Angela
Martin and David Wilson. Behroze Gandhy has been both support and
stimulus and she, and my children Joachim and Amy, have suffered from.
time spent with Cahiers which should have been spent with them: my
thanks and apologies to them.
In my own formation, the late Paddy Whannel - my first film teacher,
later a colleague at BFI Education, and a friend - was probably the most
important single influence. The vitality of British film culture -
cations, education, exhibition - over the last twenty years owes a great
deal to Paddy's work and to the spirit in which he undertook it, more
than has been generally acknowledged. I miss him, and this book is
dedicated to the memory of him and his work.
Chapters 3, 4, 13 and 14, translated by Tom Milne, are reprinted from
Godard on Godard, ed. Jean Narboni and Tom Milne ( Martin Seeker &
Warburg, 1972).
Chapter 16, translated by Russell Campbell and Marvin Pister, originally
appeared in Focus on Howard Hawks, ed. J. McBride (Prentice-Hall and
Spectrum Books, 1972). It is adapted from a translation by Adrian Brine
which appeared in Movie, December 1962.
Chapters 19 and 26, translated by Tom Milne, are reprinted from Rivette,
ed. J. Rosenbaum ( British Film Institute 1977).
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Chapter 31, translated by reter Graham, is reprinted from The New
Wave, ed. Peter Graham ( Martin Seeker & Warburg, 1968).
Routledge & Kegan Paul and the British Film Institute gratefully acknow-
ledge the help of Cahiers du Cinema in the compilation of these volumes.
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Abbreviated forms and full bibliographical details
Buin, What is Cinema? Vol. 1
Bazin, Andre, What is Cinema? Volume 1 (Essays selected and translated by Hugh
Gray, foreword by Jean Renoir), Berkeley, University of California Press, 1967;
selected from Bazin, que Ie cinema? tome 1: Ontologie et langage and tome
2: Le Cinema et les autres arts, Paris, Editions du Cerf, 1958, 1959.
Buin, What is Cinema? Vol. 2
Gray, foreword by Truffaut), Berkeley, University of California Press,
1971; selected from Bazin, Qu'est-ee que Ie cinema? tome 3: Cinema et SDCiologie and
tome 4: Une esthttique de la Realite: Ie neo-realisme, Paris, Editions du Cerf, 1961,
1962.
Cameron, Movie Reader
Cameron, Ian (ed.), The Movie Reader, London, November Books; New York,
Praeger, 1972.
Caughie, Theories of Authorship
Caughie, John (ed.), Theories of Authorship, London, Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1981
(BF! Readers in Film Studies series).
Godard on Godard
Godard, Jean-Luc, Godard on Godard: Critical Writings by Jean-Lue Godard (edited by
Jean Narboni and Tom Milne, with an introduction by Richard Roud), London,
Seeker & Warburg; New York, Viking, 1972 (Cinema Two series); Originally
published as lean-Lue Godard par Jean-Lue Godard, Paris, Editions Pierre Belfond,
1968.
Graham, New Wave
Graham, Peter (ed.), The New Wave (Critical landmarks selected by Peter Graham),
London, Seeker & Warburg; New York, Doubleday, 1968 (Cinema One series).
Magny, Age of the American Novel
Magny, Claude-Edmonde, Tile Age of the American Novel: The Film Aesthetic of Fiction
between the Two Wars (translated by Eleanor Hochman), New York, Frederick
Ungar, 1972; originally published as L'Age du roman americain, Paris, Editions du
Seuil, 1948.
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Nichols, Movies and Methods
Nichols, Bill (ed.), Movies and Akth'lds: An Anthology, Berkeley, University of Cali-
fornia Press, 1976.
Perkins, Film as Film
Perkins, V. F., Film as Film, Harmondsworth, Penguin Books, 1972.
Rohmer and Chabrol, Hitchcock
Rohmer, Eric, and Chabrol, Claude, Hitchcock: The First Forty-Four Films (translated
by Stanley Hochman), New York, Frederick Ungar, 1979; originally published
as Hitchcock, Paris, Editions Universitaires, 1957.
Sarris, American Cinema
Sarris, Andrew, The American Cinema: Directors and Directions 1929-1968, New York,
E. P. Dutton, 1968.
Screen Reader 1
Screen Reader 1: CinemalIde%gyIPoiitics, London, Society for Education in Film and
Television, 1977.
Truffaut, Films in My Life
Truffaut, The Films in My Life (translated by Leonard Mayhew), New
York, Simon & Schuster, 1978; London, Allen Lane, 1980; originally published
as Les Films de ma vie, Paris, Flammarion, 1975.
Wollen, Signs and Meaning
Wollen, Peter, Signs and Meaning in the Cinema, London, Seeker & Warburg; Bloom-
ington, Indiana University Press, 1969; second edition 1972 (Cinema One series).
Wood, Hitchcock's Films
Wood, Robin, Hitchcock's Films, London, Zwemmer; New York, A. S. Barnes, 1965;
second and third editions 1969, 1977.
Wood, Hawks
Wood, Robin, Howard Hawks, London, Seeker & Warburg; New York, Doubleday,
1968; second edition London, British Film Institute, 1981 (originally in the
Cinema One series).
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Introduction
It is still a pretty widespread, though rather vague, idea that film criticism
and theory as we know it today - and even film-making too - owe
almost everything to French film criticism in the period since 1945, and
particularly to the achievements of the journal Cahiers du Cinema, founded
in 1951. Two especially important phases are usually cited: the period of
Cahiers in the 1950s, which brought forth the films of the nouvelle vague
and helped set off an important critical debate in Britain and the USA in
the late 1950s and early 1960s (effectively the period of Cahiers covered by
this volume, the first in a planned series of four); and the post-1968 period
of theoretical elaboration and politicization of Cahiers and subsequently of
film theory and criticism in Britain and the USA in the 1970s.
1
Within the narrower focus of 'the systematic elevation of Hollywood
movies to the ranks of great art' (but a focus which incorporates the
essential critical-theoretical assumptions about authorship and mise en scene
which characterized Cahiers in the 1950s), Thomas Elsaesser noted that
'Legend has it that the feat was accomplished almost single-handed by
motivated and volatile intellectuals from Paris sticking their heads together
and pulling off a brilliant public relations stunt that came to be known as
Cahiers du Cinema and nouvelle vague.'2 This volume, and the volumes
planned to follow, have been designed to make possible a proper examin-
ation of that legend, with a view to its modification, while at the same
time making clear the real and vital contributions to criticism that Cahiers
did make.
French film culture and Cahiers du Cinema
Among some common misconceptions is the idea that Cahiers was alone
in taking American cinema seriously: Positif, founded shortly after Cahiers,
in 1952, for example, also took American cinema seriously, though in a
rather different overall perspective.
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But, more important, neither Cahiers
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nor Positif was being particularly radical or original in its interest. The
cinema, and the popular culture aspect of it best represented by Holly-
wood, had long been taken more seriously in France than in Britain, while
Britain in tum had often been a good deal more interested than the USA
itself: one need think only of the French Surrealists' interest, for example,
not only in the 1920s when cinema was more generally a respectable
concern for intellectuals,4 but also consistently since then (Positif itself
being an important manifestation of this continuing interest), while John
Grierson's writings from the 1920s and 19305 on American cinemas provide
a good example of (rather different) British interest.
In the case of Cahiers the relationship to historically well-defined ideas
and areas of interest is particularly clear. A great deal of Andre Bazin's
important work had been done well before the inception of Cahiers in 1951,
much of it in a journal that was very specifically the forerunner of Cahiers,
the Revue du Cinema, which had been published 1929-31 and 1946-9 under
the editorship of Jean-George Auriol. In the hundredth issue of Cahiers in
1959 Jacques Doniol-Valcroze, looking back, leaves no doubt about the
relationship: 'In the minds of the founders of Cahiers it was never a matter
of anything other than continuing the work undertaken by Jean-George
Auriol.'6
Even a cursory examination of the contents of the Revue du Cinema
reveals a profile strikingly similar to that of the later Cahiers. In the 1929-31
period, more or less equal weight was being given to European 'art cinema'
and avant-garde film (Pabst and Lang, Eisenstein and Pudovkin, Man
Ray, Ruttmann and Bufiuel, Dreyer) and American cinema (articles on
Stroheim, Chaplin, of course, but also on Laurel and Hardy, Langdon,
King Vidor, Hawks, Borzage, Sternberg, Lubitsch, Dwan), alongside
discussions of technology and aesthetics (pre-eminently, at this time, the
coming of sound, of course) and of historical origins (Melies, Emile Cohl,
for instance). None of which would have seemed at all out of place in
Cahiers in the 195C3. It is hardly surprising that the similarities should be
even between Cahiers and the Revue in its phase, when both
externally (Cahiers inheriting its familiar 1950s and early 1960s yellow cover
from the Revue) and internally (in content) clear continuities exist: a
concern with American cinema, in particular films noirs and, via Welles,
Wyler, Toland and Flaherty, questions of realism; an interest in realism
also in relation to Italian cinema, and Rossellini in particular; a special
concern with French cinema, with articles on or by Clement, Clair,
Cocteau, Rouquier, Renoir, Autant-Lara, Gremillon, Ciouzot, Leenhardt,
Becker; a continuing interest in the work of film-makers such as Lang,
Eisenstein, Dreyer, Lubitsch, Hitchcock; regular critical contributions from
subsequent Cahiers editors Buzin and Doniol-Valcroze, as well as from later
occasional contributors to, and friends of, Cahiers (such as Lotte Eisner,
Henri Langlois, Herman Weinberg, Georges Sadoul), plus the first articles
by Eric Rohmer (then writing under his real name, Maurice Scherer), later
also a Cahiers editor. If we then glance fonvard ten years to 1959, at the
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end of the period covered by this volume, what are the typical contents
of Cahiers? A continuing concern with American cinema, with many names
familiar from the Revue in the 1920s (Hawks, Hitchcock, Ford, Lang),
as well as, of course, some newer names (Brooks, Fuller, Lumet and
Frankenheimer, Ray, Minnelli, Tashlin, Mann, Preminger); a continuing
concern with Italian cinema and realism (Zavattini, Visconti, Rossellini) as
well as with realism more broadly (the first signs of interest in 'direct
cinema'); a continuing attention to Soviet cinema (Eisenstein and Dovzh-
enko) and 'art cinema' generally (Bergman, Bunuel, Mizoguchi, Wajda);
and polemics for French cinema, with articles on or by Cocteau, Becker,
Renoir, Vigo as well as newer names more associated with the nouvelle
vague, such as Franju, Chabrol, Truffaut, Resnais.
Clearly, polemical and influential though Cahiers proved to be, it
inherited a great deal both generally from French culture and very spec-
ifically from a tradition of film cultural concerns and interests well estab-
lished since the 1920s. More immediately, the central elements of Bazin's
theses about realism - generally endorsed by Cahiers as a whole in the
19508 - had already been established in the 1940s through articles not only
in the Revue du Cinema but also in the Catholic journal Esprit and elsewhere
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well before Cahiers began. Bazin and Pierre Kast had also written for the
Communist-sponsored journal Eeran Fran(ais, which also published, for
example, Alexandre Astruc's important essay The Birth of a New Avant-
Garde: La camera-stylo' in 1948,8 until, apparently, that journal's hostility to
American cinema caused them to stop writing for it; Kast's first article for
the Revue appeared in 1948. As well as Bazin, then, the Revue helped to
establish Doniol-Valcroze, Kast and Rohmer: Bazin and Rohmer were to
be decisive editorial influences on Cahiers in its first decade. Almost
certainly Jean-George Auriol, editor of the Revue, would have become
editor of the new journal already being planned before the final demise
of the Revue. As it was, Auriol's death in a car accident in 1950 gave
considerable impetus to the birth of Cahiers: the first ue was dedicated
to his memory. But there had been other influences at work, linked to the
same personalities. In 1948-9, something else was being born, as Doniol-
Valcroze put it, which would 'constitute the first link in the chain which
is resulting today in what has been called the nouvelle vague, the first jolt
against a cinema which had become too traditional: "Objectif 49", a cine-
club unlike any other, which under the aegis of Jean Cocteau, Robert
Bresson, Roger Leenhardt, Rene Clement, Alexandre Astruc, Pierre Kast,
Raymond Queneau, etc. brought together all those - critics, film-makers
and future film-makers - who dreamed of a cinema d'auteurs'.9
It was, then, from the background of the Revue du Cinema and 'Objectif
49' that Cahiers derived its main contributors and concerns when the first
issue was finally published in April 1951, with Lo Duca (who had also
been active on the Revue), Bazin and Doniol-Valcroze as joint editors
(though Bazin was ill and was not officially on the editorial mast-head
until the second issue) and Leon Kiegel financing. But by the end of 1953
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the tenor of Cahiers was already changing: over the period of a year or so
in 1952-3 Jean-Luc Godard (initially under the pseudonym Hans Lucas),
Jean Domarchi, Truffaut, Jacques Rivette and Claude Chabrol
wrote their first articles for Cahiers and became regular contributors, Truf-
faut coming from a close personal relationship with Bazin, and Godard,
Rivette and Chabrol from an involvement during 1950-1 with Rohmer
through the Cine-Club du Quartier Latin and its bulletin, edited by
Rohmer, the Gazette du Cinema, which published articles by Rivette and
Godard. 10
Among the early contributions to Cahiers which in retrospect he singled
out as important, Doniol-Valcroze mentions
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Bazin on Bresson,12 Rohmer
on Murnau, Flaherty and film space,13 the special issue on Renoir,14 the
first articles by Godard
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and Truffaut,16 articles on Murnau by Astruc and
DomarchP7 and Rivette on Hawks.
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Thus, in retrospect at least, the so-
called 'young Turks' were seen to have made their mark on Cahiers very
quickly. As if to emphasize the point, Doniol-Va1croze remembers that the
publication of Truffaut's article 'Une Certaine Tendance du cinema fran-
in January 1954
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- apparently after some months of hesitation _
consciously marked a definitive new departure for the journal:
the publication of this article marks the real point of departure for what,
rightly or wrongly, Cahiers du Cinema represents today. A leap had been made,
a trial begun with which we were all in solidarity, something bound us
together. From then on, it was known that we were for Renoir, Rossellini,
Hitchcock, Cocteau, Bresson ... and against X, Y and Z. From then on there
was a doctrine, the politique des auteurs, even if it lacked flexibility. From then
on, it was quite nahlral that the series of interviews with the great directors
would begin and a real contact be established between them and us. Ever
afterwards people could pull the hitchcocko-hawksiens to pieces, get indignant
about the attacks on 'French quality cinema', declare as dangerous the 'young
Turks' of criticism ... but an 'idea' had got under way which was going to
make its obstinate way to its most logical conclusion: the passage of almost
all those involved in it to directing films themselves.
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With Truffaut's salvo fired, the journal's complexion was now clearer,
and everything seemed in place for Cahiers to do what its subsequent
reputation suggested that it did. Editorially speaking, Cahiers was then
relatively stable through the 19505: Bazin, Lo Duca and Doniol-Va1croze
continued as joint editors, with Bazin (and perhaps Truffaut) exercising
most influence, until early 1957, when Rohmer replaced Lo Duca and
began to exert increasing influence, in part just because others were so
busy (Truffaut and Godard were also writing for the weekly newspaper
Arts and other publications
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while also, like Chabrol, preparing films), in
part because of Bazin's illnc3s; Rohmer's position as joint editor with
Doniol-Valcroze was then confirmed after Bazin's death in November 1958
and continued until 1963.
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But it is always wrong to think of the Cahiers
writers during this period as a really homogeneous group: Bazin and
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Rohmer were close in their Catholicism and their theses about the realist
vocation of film, but Bazin argued strenuously against Rohmer on Hitch-
cock and Hawks; Rivette and Godard admired Rossellini for reasons
considerably different from those of Rohmer; Godard and Rivette were
more inclined, relatively speaking, to 'modernism' than most of their
colleagues; Kast stood out in this period as almost the only Cahiers writer
with clearly left-wing, anti-clerical sympathies, but like Bazin he opposed
aspects of the politique des auteurs, though for different reasons; Truffaut
was personally close to Bazin but proved very often distant from him in
his tastes and values, and so on. Yet Doniol-Valcroze is right to talk about
'solidarity' in the sense that despite their differences there were usually
broad areas of agreement and shared assumptions on some fundamental
questions.
Authorship
Among the broad areas of agreement the most important was probably
the idea of 'authorship', implied by Truffaut's discussion of auteurs in JUne
Certaine Tendance du cinema but by much that had gone before
also, by Rivette's essay on Hawks,23 for example: it provided a doctrine,
a politique, though hardly a 'theory' .24 The concept of authorship, and its
essential underpinning, the concept of mise en scene, are introduced here,
then fleshed out and more fully discussed in relation to the critical writings
translated in this volume in the introductions to the individual sections of
the book.25
The November 1946 issue of the Revue du Cinema had contained an
article by the American director Irving Pichel entitled 'La creation doit etre
}'ouvrage d'un seul' ('Creation must be the work of one person'). Truffaut
prefaces his collection of his critical writings26 with a quotation from Orson
Welles: 'I believe a work is good to the degree that it expresses the man
who created it.' At these levels, authorship was for Cahiers a relatively
simple concept, essentially the idea that the film auteur was to be
considered as fully an artist as any of the great novelists, painters or
poets. As Eric Rhode summarized their views: 'the director as the ultimate
authority and the sole arbiter of a film's meaning . . . they required one
conSistency only: that the director should have a strong personality and
that he should be able to project his convictions',27 Thus, for Truffaut in
'Une Certaine Tendance', that the 'enemies' - primarily, for French
cinema, screenwriters Jean Aurenche and Pierre Bost - lack authentic and
individual personality (or, as Jean-Jose Richer said of Astruc, 'the thing
most important to the artist: a temperament' ,28) is 'proved' by the fact that
they collaborate with the most diverse directors on a wide diversity of
themes. But, as we shall see in relation to the favoured auteurs of Cahiers,
this was not all: it was not any world view but rather a particular world
view that was being privileged. It was not just that Renoir or Bresson had
'a world view at least as valuable as that of Aurenche and Bost' ,29 nor that
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they created their own stories and dialogue; it was also that Truffaut
considered the films which Aurenche and Bost had written manifested a
distinctly 'negative' view of the world. In two important and acute articles
analysing the early years of Cahiers,30 American critic John Hess argues
that the films favoured by Cahiers tended to tell very much the same kinds
of story: 'the most important determinant of an auteur was not so much
the director's ability to express his personality, as usually has been
claimed, but rather his desire and ability to express a certain world view.
An auteur was a film director who expressed an optimistic image of human
potentialities within an utterly corrupt society. By reaching out emotionally
and spiritually to other human beings and/or to God, one could transcend
the isolation imposed on one by a corrupt world.'31
Going further, Hess links this analysis explicitly with the social-political
history of post-war France: 'La politique des auteurs was, in fact, a justific-
ation, couched in aesthetic terms, of a culturally conservative, politically
reactionary attempt to remove film from the realm of social and political
concern, in which the progressive forces of the Resistance had placed all
the arts in the years immediately after the war' .32 If Hess's argument
depends on a somewhat selective reading of early Cahiers, and if it fails
to recognize the diversity of positions and the struggles going on there,
there is nevertheless no doubt that he identifies and analyses probably
the most important tendencies in Cahiers during this period: reading the
material in this volume one is reminded time and time again of the
trenchant accuracy of his analysiS. The tendency Hess describes embodied,
of course, an essentially romantic conception of art and the artist which
we can find expressed elsewhere in the period, for example in Andre
Malraux, for whom art transcended history, expressing man's freedom
over destiny. In a formulation perfectly in accord with the assumptions of
Cahiers during thb period, Malraux argues, for example, that 'we now
know that .an artist's supreme work is not the one in best accord with any
tradition - not even his most complete and "finished" work - but his most
persc;'t"i \",ork. the one from which he has stripped all that is not his own,
and in which his style reaches its climax' .33
Malraux can also provide a useful reference for the more explicitly
political position of Cahiers. Militantly Leftist during the Spanish Civil War,
Malraux mirrored broader political-cultural currents in moving steadily to
the Right in the post-war period (ending up as de Gaulle's Minister for
Culture). Cahiers (as opposed to Pasihf, which was consistently Leftist in
sympathies) was very much part of this context, varying between being
more or Jess overtly anti-Left and simply being silent on political issues
of the day such as the AIgE.'rian struggle for independence, despite the
exceptions of people like Kast who maintained Left positions within
Cahiers. In a 1962 interview GOdTrd expresses the general situation and
attitude of the period rather well while discussing the politics of his film
Le Petit Soldat: 'I have moral and psychological intentions which are defined
through situation" born of political events. That's all. These events are
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confused because that's how it is. My characters don't like it either. My
film belongs to the generation which regrets not having been twenty at
the time of the Spanish Civil War.'34
If the politique des auteurs caused ripples, and more, in French film culture
and beyond, it was not because of the idea itself but because the idea
was used in Cahiers with polemical brio to upset established values and
reputations. There was nothing new or scandalous in either France or
Britain or the USA in discussing, say, Murnau, Bufmel, Dreyer, Eisenstein,
Renoir, Cocteau or Bresson or, from the USA, Stroheim or Welles or
Chaplin, as the auteurs of their films. It was a slightly different matter -
but only slightly - to propose, say, Howard Hawks as an auteur, mainly
because, unlike Stroheim, Welles or Chaplin, Hawks had not been notice-
ably in conflict with the production system. It was perhaps a significantly
different matter when the cultural perspectives brought to bear on the
proposal of Hawks as auteur of Westerns, gangster movies and comedies
derived their terms from classical literature, philosophy or the history of
art.
35
lt verged on positive outrage when, at the end of the 19505 and the
beginning of the 19605, such perspectives were brought to bear on, say,
Vincente Minnelli or Samuel Fuller,36 not to mention Don We is or Edward
Ludwig.37 In other words, the closer Cahiers moved to what had been
traditionally conceived as the 'conveyor belt' end of the cinema spectrum,
the more their 'serious' discussion of film-makers seemed outrageously
inappropriate. As it happens (even if Cahiers did not see it in quite these
terms at the time), the more they outraged in this way, the more acutely
they raised crucial questions, however unsystematically, about the status
and criticism appropriate to film as an art form in which unsystematic
divisions were constantly being made between art and commerce.
38
If
Cahiers came to be associated primarily with American cinema and a revalu-
ation of its status, it was not because they talked about American cinema
more than about other cinema - quite simply, they did not - but because
American cinema as a whole, so generally ignored, misund!l"stood or
undervalued, provided the most obvious site for engageme:lt with these
critical questions.
Although Cahiers could be said to have been predisposed towards Amer-
because of the perspective on film language opened up by
Bazm m the post-war years,39 a perspective which did away with some of
the traditional distinctions in a European! American film, and a silent/
sound film, dichotomy, that predisposition undoubtedly owed most, given
the political atmosphere of France in the 1950s described above, to the
ways in which American cinema was perceived to relate to American
it was, often enough, socially 'critical', but critical without being
dIrectly 'political'. This relationship was likely to be very appealing to the
apolitical nature of much of French intellectual life in the 1950s. Thomas
Elsaesser puts it well:
That the dramatic pattern inevitably engineered a 'personalised' solution to
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social problems and that they distinguished only with difficulty the dividing
line between the moral and the political is a matter which affects a lot of social
thinking in America ... Not only is Hollywood ideologically transparent in
the way films aim at intemalising and psychologising the public and social
issues of American history, but their aesthetic and stylistic devices are geared
towards locating the value and purpose of that experience in recognisably
commonplace situations and everyday contexts, mainly by means of a visual-
dramatic rhetoric, a strategy of persuasion as 'classical' and subtly adaptable
as any which past civilisations have produced in periods of hegemony. During
the apogee of Hollywood, even the most outlandish adventure story or musical
extravaganza had to build its dramatic structure and narrative development
on a familiar, easily identifiable subsoil of emotional reactions, drawn from
the basic psychological dilemmas of the age . . .
What French intellectuals expected from things American were works of
fiction that could serve as creative models, representative of their own situ-
ation and embodying specifically modem tensions - between intellect and
emotion, action and reflection, consciousness and instinct, choice and
spontaneity.4O
Raymond Durgnat expressed it rather differently: 'One can understand
why Hawks's films mean so much to French intellectuals. His very
simplicity can have a tonic, and a real value, as a corrective to various
debilitating concomitants of European culture (Jlconfusionism", snobbery,
contempt for decision, action, efficacy, simplicity).'41 These are very much
the perspectives informing Godard's thought in commenting, in 1962, that
'The Americans, who are much more stupid when it comes to analysis,
instinctively bring off very complex scripts. They also have a gift for the
kind of simplicity which brings depth - in a little Western like Ride the
High Country [GB title: Guns in the Afternoon], for instance. If one tries to
do something like that in France, one looks like an intellectual. The Amer-
icans are real and natural. But this attitude means something over there.
We in France must find something that means something - find the French
attitude as they have found the American attitude.'42
Mise en scene
However, in terms of auteurs' ideas about the world, Cahiers conceded, in
an important 1960 article by Fereydoun Hoveyda, 'the consistency of the
ideas we came across in the films of Lang, Rossellini, Renoir, Welles ...
we realized that our favourite auteurs were in fact talking about the same
things. The "constants" of their particular universes belonged to every-
body: solitude, violence, the absurdity of existence, sin, redemption, love,
etc. Each epoch has its own themes, which serve as a backcloth against
which individuals, whether or not, act out their lives.'43 But if these
themes were more or less constant across different auteurs, how were they
to be told apart, and what made them original?
The originality of the auteur lies not in the subject matter he chooses, but in
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the technique he employs, i.e. the mise en scene, through which everything on
the screen is expressed ... As Saftre said: 'One isn't a writer for having
chosen to say certain things, but for having chosen to say them in a certain
way'. Why should it be any different for cinema? ... the thought of a cineaste
appears through his mise en scene. What matters in a film is the desire for
order, composition, harmony, the ph1Cing of actors and objects, the move-
ments within the frame, the capturing of a movement or a look; in short, the
intellectual operation which has put an initial emotion and a general idea to
work. Mise en scene is nothing other than the technique invented by each
director to express the idea and establish the specific quality of his work ...
The task of the critic thus becomes immense: to discover behind the images
the particular 'manner' of the auteur and, thanks to this knowledge, to be able
to elucidate the meaning of the work in question.
44
Mise en scene thus establishes itself as a - perhaps the - central and essential
concept in Cahiers and in later criticism influenced by Cahiers. There is
clear continuity, for example, between Truffaut's comment that 'it is not
so much the choice of subject which characterizes [J acques] Becker as how
he chooses to treat this subject'45 and V. F. Perkins's comment on Carmen
Jones that 'what matters is less the originality or otherwise of Preminger's
theme than the freshness, economy and intelligence of the means by
which the theme is presented'. 46
In origin mise en scene is a word drawn from the theatre, neutral in
intention, meaning literally 'placing on the stage' or 'staging', that is, the
way in which a play-text becomes a staged play. For several reasons, the
word's original descriptive neutrality no longer applied to its usage. Firstly,
Antonin Artaud, in The Theatre of Cruelty, had used the term polemically
in relation to theatre in arguing for the supremacy of the director, as the
person responsible for visualizing the spectacle, over the writer:
The typical language of the theatre will be constituted around the mise en scene
considered not simply as the degree of refraction of a text upon the stage, but
as the point of departure for all theatrical creation. And it is in the use and
handling of this language that the old duality between author and director
will be dissolved, replaced by a sort of unique Creator upon whom will
devolve the double responsibility of the spectacle and the plot.
47
In the 1940s Alexandre Astruc, arguing for the camera-stylo as a 'means of
expression, just as all the other arts have been before it, and in particular
painting and the novel ... in which and by which an artist can express
his thoughts', had taken a recognizably similar position in relation to the
auteur-director in cinema (and one similar to Truffaut's in 'Une Certaine
Tendance'): 'this of course implies that the scriptwriter directs his own
scripts; or rather, that the scriptwriter ceases to exist, for in this kind of
film-making the distinction between author and director loses all meaning.
Direction is no longer a means of illustrating or presenting a scene, but a
true act of writing.'48
Secondly, the way Cahiers conceived mise en scene tended toward an
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aesthetic which privileged realist, or illusionist, narrative. In this sense
mise en scene became a sort of counter to theories of montage, privileging
the action, movement forward and illusion of narrative against any fore-
grounding of the relations between shot and shot, and narrative function
against any sense of pictorialism in the individual shot (hence Astruc's
'tyranny of what is visual; the image for its own sake'}.49 The body of
conventions to which this conception of mise en scene was attached was,
of course, broadly that of mainstream narrative cinema, particularly Amer-
ican cinema - that cinema characterized so effectively by V. F. Perkins in
Film as Film. It is a relatively 'conservative' aesthetic, and one broadly
adhered to by Cahiers in the 1950s. There is a clear enough continuity, for
example, between Bazin's pre-Cahiers writings on realism
so
and both the
aesthetic assumptions of most Cahiers critics and the aesthetic practices of
the films they themselves made in the late 1950s - see, as an instance,
Hoveyda's account of Truffaut's Les 400 COUpS.51 Interestingly enough, at
the same moment that this aesthetic triumphs with Les 400 Coups and the
nouvelle vague, it is also 'challenged' by the relative modernism of Hiroshima
mon amour.
52
Thirdly, mise en scene was not a neutral term in the sense that it was the
start of an attempt to raise the very important question - fundamental to
the critical-theoretical debates which Cahiers provoked in Britain and the
USA - of specificity: 'the specificity of a cinematographic work lies in its
form rather than in its content in the mise en scene and not in the scenario
or the dialogue'. 53 This concept of specificity was absolutely central to the
discussion and validation of American cinema, as Elsaesser points out:
Given the fact that in Hollywood the director often had no more than token
control over choice of subject, the cast, the quality of the dialogue, all the
weight of creativity, all the evidence of perscnal expression and statement
had to be found in the mise en scene, the visual orchestration of the story, the
rhythm of the action, the plasticity and dynamism of the image, the pace and
causality introduced through the editing.
54
Much CaJIlt'rs discussion of genre, for example, depended on the suppos-
edly transcendent qualities of mise en scene: 'the strength of the cinema is
such that in the hands of a great director, even the most insignificant
detective story can be transformed into a work of art'.55
It was this question of the cinematographic specificity of mise en scene
which contributed so decisively to what John Caughie calls the 'radical
dislocation' in the development of film theory: auteurism 'effected ... a
shift in the way films were .:onceived and grasped within film criticism.
The personality of the director, and the consistency within his films, were
not, like the exp]jcit subject 1.Iatter which tended to preoccupy established
criticism, simply there as a "given", They had to be sought out,
discovered, by a process of anC4lysis and attention to a number of films.'56
As Geoffrey Nowell-Smith put it: 'It was in establishing what the film
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said, rather than reasons for liking or disliking it, that authorship criticism
validated itself as an approach.'57 Mise en scene provided the means by
which the auteur expressed his thought, as Hoveyda put it, and thus also
the means by which the auteur is critically discovered, analysed.
In many respects, the attention to mise en scene, even to the extent of a certain
historically necessary formalism, is probably the most important positive
contribution of auteurism to the development of a precise and detailed film
criticism, engaging with the specific mechanisms of visual discourse, freeing
it from literary models, and from the liberal commitments which were
prepared to validate films on the basis of their themes alone.
58
The impact of Cahiers du Cinema and the nouvelle vague
Such a view is very much a retrospective one, but its contours were
beginning to become clear in the debates opened up in Britain in the early
1960s. In Sight and Sound Penelope Houston began a defence of traditional,
liberal values in criticism against Cahiers and against a British magazine
assumed to be mightily influenced by Cahiers, Oxford Opinion, arguing that
'cinema is about the human situation, not about "spatial relationships" ,
and that criticism should examine film primarily in terms of its 'ideas' .59
Thus began a major revaluation, in Britain and the USA, of both critical
assumptions and films themselves, especially American films: the first
issue of the British magazine Movie, developed from Oxford Opinion,
appeared in 1962; Andrew Sarris first sketched out his 'auteur theory' in
1963.
60
By this time the character of Cahiers itself was already changing
and several of its major critics from the 1950s were already much less
involved. Godard, interviewed in 1963, felt that the magazine was in
decline: 'I think it is due chiefly to the fact that there is no longer any
position to defend. There used always to be something to say. Now that
everyone is agreed, there isn't so much to say. The thing that made Cahiers
was its position in the front line of battle.'61
There is little doubt that Cahiers, and the various debates it stimulated
in Britain and the USA, brought about significant changes in attitudes to
film - particularly American film - not only among critics and theorists
but also more widely (and not least among film-makers). We can get some
sense of these changes, and of Godard's feeling that 'there is no longer a
position to defend', from a comparison of reviews in the 'quality' British
newspaper the Guardian of Rio Bravo - a film much venerated by Cahiers
and Movie - on its first appearance in 1959 and its re-release in 1963, that
is, before and after the period of critical debate which Cahiers provoked:
Rio Bravo is a typical Western of this age of the long-winded, large screen. It
lasts for 140 minutes and it contains enough inventiveness to make do for
about half that time. It is, in fact, a soporific 'blockbuster'. John Wayne leads
its cast. (1959)
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Rio Bravo is a gem. For some strange reason (probably the presence of a pop
singer, Ricky Nelson, in the cast) it was not too well reviewed in this country
when it was first shown, but it was (deservedly) a great popular success and
also achieved great prestige on the Continent. Starring John Wayne at his
most archetypal, Dean Martin at his coolest, and Angie Dickinson at her
hottest, Rio Bravo is, however, first and last a Howard Hawks film. For those
who know Hawks this should be enough; for those who don't, it means that
Rio Bravo is an example of the classical, pre-Welles school of American film-
making at its most deceptively simple: broad lines, level glances, grand design,
elementary emotions. (1963)
If the changes are clear enough, so is their superficiality. John Caughie is
right to point out6
2
that because auteurism was essentially 'romantic' in
conception, and because the dominant critical mode in the arts was already
romantic, once the scandal died down auteurism was relatively easily
accommodated in its simplest form, while its deeper implications had very
little real impact.
Although many of the ideas in Cahiers were not particularly new, and
although other journals were working with similar concerns, it was Cahiers
and not other journals which had most impact and influence, in France
as elsewhere. Why? One general reason might be that its relatively apolit-
ical stance responded to broad currents in French, and British, cultural
and political life during a period of crisis for liberal values, A certain
reason was its polemical edge, As Godard said, 'the Cahiers critics were
commandos' , b3 and they enjoyed polemicizing, busily reversing estab-
lished tastes and values. Nevertheless, the magazine'S circulation
remained rather small, though growing steadily through the 1950s, and
its ideas and polemics had little impact outside France until the period
1958-60 - in other words, until the period during which the first nouvelle
vague films burst upon the world. This period, covering the appearance
of a numbel of internationally acclaimed films, and the preparation of
others, by Chabrol, Truffaut, Rivette, Godard, Rohmer and Doniol-
Va1croze, was precisely the period during which the polemics and
positions argued in Cahiers throughout the 1950s decisively entered British
and American criticism, stimulating new polemics and positions.
Reflecting on the appearance of films like Hitchcock's Vertigo, Hawks's Rio
Brm!(), Fuller's Run of the Arrow, Sirk's A Time to Love and a Time to Die or
Rav's Wind Across the Everglades in Cahiers critics' lists of ten best films of
year,t>4 Richard Roud conceded, in Sight and Sound, that
One's first reaction might be to conclude that these men must be very foolish.
And indeed. until a year or two ago, one might have got away with it. But
today it would be difficult. I think, to maintain that film-makers like Alain
Resnais, Fran.;ois Truffaut, Claude Chabrol, Jean-Luc Godard, Pierre Kast and
Jean-I'it'rrl' Melville are ... if one admits, as one must, that some of
them haw Il1rlch: rt'markdbll' and even great films, then rather than throwing
up ont"" h,md" in the ,"\ir (I!- them all as mad, one should try to
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see why and how their judgments of American films differ so substantially
from ours.65
But if the success of the Cahiers critics as film-makers was vital to the
wider circulation of their critical values and tastes, particularly outside
France, there was nothing accidental for the critics themselves about the
relationship between criticism and film-making. As Andrew Sarris noted,
'Truffaut was involved in nothing less than changing the course of the
French cinema. His bitterest quarrels were with film-makers, whereas the
bitterest quarrels of the New Critics in England and America were with
other critiCS.'66 The clearest way for them to change French cinema was to
make the films themselves, to make different films. Many of the Cahiers
critics had made short films before 1959, often long before, but probably
more important was the very clear relationship they saw between criticism
and film-making. Thus Godard: 'All of us at Cahiers thought of ourselves
as future directors. Frequenting cine-clubs and the Cinematheque was
already a way of thinking cinema and thinking about cinema. Writing was
already a way of making films . . . We were thinking cinema and at a
certain moment we felt the need to extend that thought.'67 The perception
of this relationship informed a great deal of Cahiers writing about any film,
but particularly about French cinema: in their reviews of Becker's Touchez
pas au grisbi or Vadim's Sait-on jamais?,68 Truffaut and Godard write
precisely as if rehearsing the processes of realization. Writing in 1958
about a cheaply made Japanese film, Juvenile Passion, Truffaut's intentions,
ambitions and position - and indeed his passion - are clear:
One would have to say that the greatest film-makers are over fifty, but it is
important to practise the cinema of one's own age and try, if one is twenty-
five and admires Dreyer, to emulate Vampyr rather than Ordet. Youth is in a
hurry, it is impatient, it is bursting with all sorts of concrete ideas. Young film-
makers must shoot their films in mad haste, movies in which the characters are
in a hurry, in which shots jostle each other to get on screen before 'The End',
films that contain their ideas. Later on, this succession of ideas will give way
to one great, overriding idea, and then the critics will complain about a
'promising' film-maker who has grown old. So what?
.M. Tessoneau, the general administrator of the Institut des Hautes Etudes
should buy a copy of Juvenile Passion and show it to
his flock on the first Monday of each month to keep them from acquiring the
mentality of assistants. And what is the assistant's mentality? It can be
summed up: 'I am finally going to make my first film; 1 am terrified of falling
on my face; I have allowed a script and actors to be imposed on me, but there
is one thing I won't give in on, and that is time; I demand fourteen weeks of
shOOting, thirteen of them in the studio, because if I can use time and film as
much as 1 want, 1 will be able, if not to make a good film, at least to prove
that I can make a film'. Juvenile Passion was shot in seventeen daysJo
It seems appropriate, therefore, to begin with material on French cinema,
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for a clearer sense of what Cuhiers liked and disliked in it and of what they
wanted - and planned - to do about it.
Notes
1 These developments are traced in John Caughie, Theories of Authorship, which
reprints a number of articles from Cahiers in its different phases.
2 Thomas Elsaesser, 'Two Decades in Another Country: Hollywood and the
Cinephiles', in C. W. E. Bigsby, Superculture, London, Elek, 1975, p. 199.
3 Positi! articles by Gerard Gozlan and Robert Benayoun, both written in 1962,
attacking Cahiers positions and nouvelle vague films are translated in Peter
Graham, The New Wave; Thomas Elsaesser, op. cit., gives a useful account of
the differing responses of Cahiers and Positif
4 See, for example, Paul Hammond, The Shadow and Its Shadow: Surrealist Writings
on Cinema, I,.ondon, British Film Institute, 1978.
5 See, for example, The Logic of Comedy' (written 1929-37), 'Directors of the
Thirties' (1930-2), 'Hollywood Looks at Life' (1931-8) in Forsyth Hardy, Grierson
on Documentary, London, Faber, 1946 and 1966; these articles are reprinted in
slightly different versions ('Directors of the Thirties' becoming 'The Master
Craftsmen') in Forsyth Hardy, Grierson on the Movies, London, Faber, 1981,
which also includes new material, 'New York 1925-26', 'The Coming of the
Talkies' (1929-30) and 'Garbo, Dietrich, Mae West and Co' (1932-8).
6 Jacques Doniol-Valcroze, 'L'Histoire des Cahiers', eahiers 100, October 1959, p.
63.
7 See particularly 'William Wyler, ou Ie janseniste de la mise en scene', originaUy
published in La Revue du Cinema, no. 11, March 1948, translated as 'William
Wyler, or the Jansenist of mise en scene' in Christopher Williams, Realism and
the Cinema, London, Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1980, pp. 36-52; 'Le realisme
cinematographique et I' ecole italienne de la Liberation', originally published
in Esprit, January 1948, translated as 'An Aesthetic of Reality: Neo-Realism
(Cinematic Realism and the Italian School of the Liberation), in Andre Bazin,
WhQt is Cinema? \t 01. J; 'Bicycle Thief, originally published in Esprit, November
1949, trar.slated in Bazin, What is Cinema? Vol. 2. Dudley Andrew (author of
Andr': Bazin, York, Oxford University Press, 1978) discusses the beginnings
of Bzzin's work during the 1940s in a useful article, 'Bazin before Cahiers:
Cinematic Poiitics in Post-war France', in Cineaste, vol. 12, no. I, 1982, drawing
particularly on Andre Bazirl, frmcll Cinema of the Occupation and Resistance: The
Birth of a Critical Aesthetic (translated by Stanley Hochman, foreword by Franc;ois
Truffaut, New York, Oxford University Press, 1981), and on Olivier Barrot,
L'Ecran Franfais, 1943-1953, histoire d'un journal et d'une epoque (Paris, Editions
les Editeurs Franc;ais Reunis, 1979).
8 Alexandre Astruc, 'The Birth of a New Avant-Garde: la camera-stylo', originally
published in Ecran Fran{ais, no. 144, 1948, translated in Peter Graham, The Ne-w
Wave.
9 Doniol-Valcroze, op. cit., p. 64.
10 Godard's articles for the Ga;;.ctte du Cinema, nos 2-4, June-October 1950, are
translated in Godard on Godard.
11 Doniol-Va1croze, op. cit., pp. 67--8.
12 Andre Bazin, 'La Stylistique de Bresson', Cahiers 3, June 1951; for trans-
lations, see 2.
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13 Eric Rohmer (the pseudonym of Maurice Scherer), 'Vanite que peinture', Cahiers
3, June 1951.
14 Cahiers 8, January 1952; for translation of material in this issue by Bazin, Renoir
and Rohmer, see Appendix 2.
15 Reviews (under the pseudonym Hans Lucas) of No Sad Songs for Me, Cahiers
10, March 1952, and Strangers on a Train, Cahiers 10, March 1952, and article
'Defense et illustration du decoupage classique', eahiers 15, September 1952;
all translated in Godard on Godard.
16 For example, reviews of Sudden Fear, eahiers 21, March 1953, and The Snows of
Kilimanjaro, Cahiers 23, May 1953, and article on CinemaScope, 'En avoir plein
la vue', Cahiers 25, July 1953, translated in this volume (Ch. 34).
17 Alexandre Astruc, 'Le Feu et la glace', Cahiers 18, December 1952, and Jean
Domarchi, 'Presence de F. W. Murnau', eahiers 21, March 1953.
18 Jacques Rivette, 'Genie de Howard Hawks', eahiers 23, May 1953, translated in
this volume (Ch. 16).
19 Truffaut, 'Une Certaine Tendance du cinema fran<;ais', eahiers 31,
January 1954, translated as 'A Certain Tendency of the French Cinema' in Bill
Nichols, Movies and Methods; see discussion of the article in my introduction to
the section on French cinema in this volume.
20 Doniol-Valcroze, op. cit., p. 68.
21 Godard's articles for Arts, February 1958-May 1959, are translated in Godard on
Godard; Truffaut wrote for Arts and other journals but the material in The Films
in My Life is unidentified except by date; since much of the material in the book
is not from Cahiers it can be assumed that a good deal of it is from Arts or
synthesizes various different articles: see Truffaut's introduction to the book,
p.17.
22 A brief account of the history of Cahiers since 1960, and its representation in
future volumes of translations, is given in Appendix 3.
23 See note 18 above.
24 The 'auteur theory' - as opposed to the politique des auteurs as conceived by
Cahiers - is usually associated with Andrew Sarris, whose articles on American
cinema in Film Culture, Spring 1963, were later elaborated in his book, The
American Cinema, but Luc Mounet does use the word 'theory' in his article on
Fuller, in this volume (Ch 20).
25 See particularly my introductions to Sections 1, 2 and 4 of this volume, on
French cinema, American cinema and Polemics, respectively.
26 Truffaut, Films in My Life.
27 Eric Rhode, A History of the Cinema: From its Origins to 1970, London, Allen
Lane, 1976, p. 530.
28 Jean-Jose Richer, 'L'Ecran diabolique' (on Le Rideau cramoisi), Cahiers 21, March
1953.
29 Truffaut, tUne Certain Tendance', Nichols translation p. 233.
30 John Hess, 'La Politique des auteurs: Part One: World View as Aesthetic', Jump
Cut, no. 1, May-June 1974; Part Two: 'Truffaut's Manifesto', Jump Cut, no. 2,
July-August 1974.
31 Hess, op. cit., Part Two, p. 20.
32 Ibid., Part One, p. 19.
33 Andre Malraux, The Voices of Silence, Seeker & Warburg, 1954, p. 19,
quoted in Rhode, op. cit., p. 532.
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Introduction
34 Interview with Godard in Cahiers 138, December 1962, translated in GodQrd on
Godard, p. 179.
35 Rivette's article on Hawks, for example, compares him with Moliere and Come-
ille. See Ch. 16.
36 Moullet's article on Fuller compares Welles with Shakespeare and Fuller with
Marlowe. See Ch. 20.
37 See, for example, Michel Mourlet, 'Sur un art ignore', Cahiers 98, August 1959.
38 Cf. V. F. Perkins: 'All our critics distinguish, more or less explicitly, between
commercial and personal cinema. The distinction is occasionally valid, often
silly, and always dangerous', 'The Cinema of Nicholas Ray', Movie 9, May 1963,
p. 5; reprinted in Cameron, The Movie Reader, and Nichols, Movies and Methods.
39 See note 7; d. 'V Evolution du langage cinematographique', originally published
in 1958, but constituted from articles written 1950-5, translated as 'Evolution
of the Language of Cinema' in Bazin, What is Cinema? Vol. 1.
40 Elsaesser, op. cit., pp. 206, 210.
41 Raymond Durgnat, Films and Feelings, London, Faber, 1967, p. 82.
42 Godard, op. cit., p. 193.
43 Fereydoun Hoveyda, 'Les Taches du soleil', Cahiers 110, August 1960, p. 41,
to be translated in Volume 2. Hoveyda's listing of thematic constants lends
considerable credence to Hess's thesis, outlined above.
44 Ibid., pp. 41-2.
45 Truffaut, 'Les Truands sont fatigues', Cahiers 34, April 1954, translated
in this volume (Ch 1).
46 V. F. Perkins, Film as Film, p. 80.
47 Antonin Artaud, 'The Theatre of Cruelty (First Manifesto)" originally published
1932, in Artaud, The Theatre and its Double, London, Calder & Soyars; New
York, Grove Press, 1958, pp. 93-4.
48 Astruc in Graham, The New Wave, pp. 17-18, 22; d. discussion in my introduc-
tion to the Polemics section of this volume.
49 Ibid., p. 18.
50 Cf. note 7.
51 Cahiers 97, July 1959, translated in this volume (Ch. 5).
52 See the editorial discussion, 'Hiroshima, notre amour', Cahiers 97, July 1959,
translated in this volume (Ch. 6). As it happens, A bout de S<luffle and possibly
Paris nous appartient may have contained the seeds of more Significant challenges
to the aesthetic enshrined in Les 400 Coups; certainly, Godard's and Rivette's
later work proved much more radical fonnally than Resnais's later work, but
it would have been difficult to foresee this in 1959, when Resnais's film looked
much more innovative.
53 Hoveyda, 'Les Taches du soleil', p. 37.
54 Elsaesser, op. cit., p. 211.
55 Hoveyda, op. cit., p. 38.
56 Caughie, Theories of Authorship, p. 11.
57 Geoffrey Nowell-Smith, Introduction to 'New Hollywood Cinema', Film Reader
1, Evanston, Illinois, 1975, p. 58.
58 Caughie, op. cit., p. 13.
59 Penelope Houston, 'The Critical Question', Sight and Sound, vol. 29, no. 4,
Autumn 1960, p. 163.
60 Cf. note 24.
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64 Cf. Appendix 1.
65 Richard Roud, 'The French Line', Sight and Sound, vol. 29, no. 4, Autumn 1960,
p.167.
66 Sarris, The American Cinema, p. 29.
67 Godard, op. cit., pp. 171-2.
68 Both in this volume (Chs 1 and 3 respectively).
69 Institut des Hautes Etudes Cinematographiques, Paris, founded 1944, the
official French film school, generally scorned at this period for what was taken
to be excessive 'academicism' by Cahiers and the nouvelle vague generally, though
Louis Malle, for example, was a graduate; Alain Resnais spent some time there
in 1944-5 but found it too theoretical and left. Cf. comments by Rossellini in
the interviews translated in this volume (Ch. 28).
70 Truffaut, Films in My Life, pp. 246--7.
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Part One
French Cinema
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Introduction
Although American and Italian cinema often seemed to be the main inter-
ests of the Cahiers critics, more often than not in their writings on those
cinemas what was fundamentally at stake was French cinema. When
Rohmer and Rivette talk about American cinema as 'efficacious', elegant,
contemplative, moral,
1
or when they talk about the combined rigour,
improvisation and lucidity of Rossellini,2 they make it clear that these are
precisely the qualities they find lacking in French cinema. In other words,
and inevitably given the cinema they had grown up with, French cinema
provided the frame or context within which they thought about the cinema
itself; and, given their aspirations toward film-making, French cinema was
also the field of battle (a battle which, of course, the nouvelle vague film-
makers were largely to win).
Thus, Jacques Doniol-Valcroze is quite clear
3
about the historical import-
ance of the publication of Truffaut's 'Une Certaine Tendance du cinema
in 1954:
4
Cahiers identified its enemies, and those enemies iden-
tified Cahiers. Certainly, Truffaut's essay is vastly polemical - he admits,
in conduding, to its being subject to 'a great deal of emotion and taking
sides' .
5
The significance of the essay in other than those polemical terms
is rather less than its reputation merits: it tends to be diffuse and is
significantly blurred in its arguments by Truffaut's rather reactionary ideo-
logical assumptions. At the same time, the essay can begin to suggest
what Cahiers disliked in mainstream French cinema of the time, and why.
Truffaut points to three different elements in the French cinema
(although he links them, they are not in fact mutually dependent). First,
he takes as chief avatars of the 'tradition of quality' the screenwriters-
adapters Jean Aurenche and Pierre Bost,6 characterizing them as primarily
literary men, contemptuous of the cinema and its public: 'when they hand
in their scenario, the film is done; the metteur en scene, in their eyes, is the
gentleman who adds the pictures to it'.7 That such men lack authentic
individual personality is self-evident, for Truffaut, from the diversity of
21
French Cinema
both the subjects and the directors they work with. Second, at the level
of content, this 'official' cinema is characterized as wishing to be, in moral
terms, anti-bourgeois, against family, religion, and so on (despite the
bourgeois nature of both its producers and its audiences): 'they give the
public its habitual dose of smut, non-conformity and facile audacity'.8
Lastly, the general literary quality is complemented in visual terms by
'scholarly framing, complicated lighting effects, "polished" photography'. 9
Truffaut's polemic was not an empty one, of course; it was also a polemic
for a different French cinema. He considered the dominance of the tradition
of quality and of 'psychological realism' (which he opposed to the pre-
war 'poetic realism') responsible for public incomprehension of 'such new
works as Le Carrosse d'or, Casque d'or, not to mention Les Dames du Bois de
Boulogne and Orphee'.10 The names Truffaut cites in arguing for a French
cinema of auteurs are Renoir, Bresson, Cocteau, Becker, Gance, Ophuls,
Tati, Leenhardt (which more or less exhausts Cahiers' French auteurs before
the nouvelle vague, though Guitry was later revalued, particularly by Truf-
faut; Cahiers' interest in the early work of Astruc, Franju and Vadim had
much more to do with their own film-making aspirations). Such film-
makers, Troffaut argued, have a 'world-view at least as valuable as that
of Aurenche and Bost', would be incapable of conceiving characters as
'abject' as Aurenche's and Bost's, and, 'curious coincidence ... they are
auteurs who often write their dialogue and some of them themselves create
the stories they direct'.l1
Is this anything more than a pretty conventional plea for authentic
personality and freedom to write as well as direct? One significant factor
Troaut points to is the importance not just of a world view, but a particular
kind of world view - in Truffaut's argument, generosity, optimism and
ambiguity (all values one associates very much with Andre Bazin) are
valued above what he takes to be misanthropy, pessimism, non-
conformity. Also important is the value placed on audacities of realization
- Troffaut mentions, for example, 'the gait of Hulot ... the mise en scene
of Le Carrosse d' or, the direction of actors in Madame de . . . '12 - above
audacities of conception or content. In a very important sense, Truffaut
(in a passage quoted by Hoveyda in his article on Les 400 COUps13) manifests
a concern with 'realism' as opposed to 'academicism' - 'so careful is the
(traditional) school to lock these beings in a closed world, barricaded by
formulae, plays on words, maxims, instead of letting us see them for
ourselves, with our own eyes' .14 Louis Marcorelles, a frequent contributor
to Cahiers from 1956 onwards, is very clear about these tendencies; writing
in 1958, he argues that the French cinema in the post-war years, 'missing
the turning towards neo-realism which it might have taken, moved instead
towards academicism and the great "machine" constructions of directors
such as Clement and Clouzot'; Marcorelles, like Trufaut, felt that owing
to a lack of the I generosity of inspiration which animated the pre-war
realist school' French cinema risked producing only 'works lacking real
creative originality, adaptations of famous novels, imitations of American
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Introduction
styles, films whose distinction is a matter of craftsmanship rather than
originality, authenticity, the excitement of living' .15
The articles translated and printed here all relate very clearly to the
broad thrust of Truffaut's polemic (though they need to be supplemented
by important writings by Bazin, Truffaut, Godard and others on Renoir,
Bresson, Gance, Guitry, Cocteau, Becker, Ophuls, Astruc, Franju,
Vadim
16
). Truffaut wrote two years before the appearance of Astruc's Les
Mauvaises Rencontres (1955), and three years before Vadim's Et Dieu . , ,
crea La femme (1956), both of which were important signpostsl7 for a nouvelle
vague which, after the Cannes Festival triumph of Truffaut's Les 400 Coups
and Resnais's Hiroshima mon amour in 1959, was no longer in doubt.
Meanwhile, Cahiers wrote about the French cinema they admired (and
Truffaut's distaste for the 'academic' led him along some pretty strange
paths, such as Guitry's work) rather than the French cinema they
abhorred, Becker's work, as Truffaut says in his review of Touchez pas au
grisbi, was 'both a lesson and an encouragement', What Truffaut values
in Becker neatly exemplifies his arguments in tUne Certaine Tendance du
cinema Becker's personal mark on the film - a certain
graphical element1
8
and closeness to personal experience; a refusal of the
conventional and the vulgar; and 'not so much his choice of subject ...
as how he chooses to treat this subject'. Godard deals similarly with Sait-
on jamais? (but then this was how Truffaut himself had dealt with Et Dieu
.. , erea la femme
19
): 'Vadim's great strength is in the fact that he talks only
about things he knows well, , . and, above all, as a beginner, he describes
himself with all his qualities and defects, through these characters'. Vadim
was, of course, the closest in age of the new directors to Godard and
Truffaut, and the closest in sensibility, so it was no surprise that 'our only
modern film-maker', as Cahiers called Vadim?O should stimulate the film-
maker in Godard. Like Truffaut on Becker, Godard's discussion of Sait-on
jamais? is concerned with attitudes to subject matter and more particularly
with reflecting upon detailed problems of mise en scene, very much the
concerns of future film-makers.
The Cahiers polemic about French cinema did not involve only being for
or against certain auteurs: there was also a concern with the economics of
production and distribution
21
and with the more general conditions -
social, political and cultural - of production. As the title of the 1957
editorial discussion - 'Six Characters in Search of auteurs' - implies, Cahiers
was anxious both to understand why, a few rather special auteurs apart,
French cinema's prospects looked so bleak, and to try to promote a new
cinema. One factor which lies just below the surface, in this discussion as
elsewhere,22 is articulated by Marcorelles when he comments, from the
vantage point of 1958, that work is being produced 'which may once more
restore France to the position of creative eminence which she held in the
1930s',23
If, in the final analysis, the six participants in the discussion do not
come up with anything very concrete to explain why there was 'something
23
French Cinema
rotten' in France's 'cinematographic kingdom', much that is very revealing
is said en route. The most insistent theme of the discussion, also strongly
present in Rohmer's and Rivette's discussions of American cinema,24 is
French cinema's supposed failure to represent contemporary French
society, while the strength of both American and Italian cinema is taken
to be precisely their social context. Kast, 'doing duty as the Marxist', as
he puts it, tries to get some discussion of economics, but without much
success. The view expressed several times that French cinema has nothing
to say hides the fact that these discussion participants simply do not much
like what is being said. And just as this picks up from Truffaut, so his
complaints about I academicism' also find clear echoes here, given anew,
more urgent, edge by Rivette's plea for I a spirit of poverty', for taking
risks and 'filming with whatever turns Up'.25 But in many ways what is
most interesting in the discussion is the light in which it places Truffaut's
earlier polemic. Truffaut's apparently obsessive concern with literature
and literary adaptation looks less idiosyncratic when, three and a half
years later, this group is still so obsessed - a clear enough indication of
the degree to which both good and bad French cinema depended on
adapting literary works, and of course of the degree to which literature,
and particularly the novel, dominated French culture. This was a domi-
nation which only began to be shaken off as the nouvelle vague emerged.
Despite a continuing close relationship between novel and cinema (think
of Marguerite Duras, Alain Robbe-Grillet), not the least of the long-term
achievements of the nouvelle vague was to put cinema into the predominant
position in French culture which the novel had occupied.
At Cannes in 1959, Truffaut's Les 400 Coups won the Director's Prize
and Resnais's Hiroshima mon amour won the International Critics' Prize:
the renewal of French cinema, signs of which had been seen in Astruc,
in Vadim, in Franju, seemed to have corne. Truffaut's and Resnais's films
were by no means the only ones to mark the arrival of the nouvelle vague
- Chabrol's Le Beau Serge, 1958, preceded them both, for example
26
- but
they were particularly important public signs of the new times, and in
many ways representative of the (very different) new aesthetic strategies.
The ways in which Cahiers dealt with the two films are very revealing of
the situation Cahiers found itself in at the end of the 1950s.
Les 400 Coups was most obviously the kind of film which Truffaut's own
polemic had wanted to encourage, and which Rivette's plea for taking
risks, etc., would suggest. Given Truffaut's earlier praise for the presence
of Becker's personality in Grisbi, and his comment on Guitry that 'he
experiences the desire to impregnate celluloid, and the films which are
born from this intoxicating parallel activity testify lastingly to the nature,
character, temperament and gifts of Guitry ... It's enough, 1 believe, that a
film resembles its author tor it to be impossible to say that it's not cinema',27 it is
not surprising that Hoveyda finds every shot of Les 400 Coups 'crowded
with [Truffaut's1 ideas and imagination'. Godard, characteristically gnomic
and allusive, 'reads' the film out of Truffaut's critical formation (as
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Introduction
Hoveyda does, quite explicitly). But what is most striking about Hoveyda's
account of the film is its remarkably close resemblance to Bazin's account
of Bicycle Thieves,28 as if Les 400 Coups came along to confirm, just over ten
years after De Sica's film, the same realist - and humanist - avocation of
cinema, with a renewed set of realist conventions. Hoveyda's choice of
language, conscious or not, leaves no doubt about the resemblance: Truf-
faut has 'systematically drained the story of any too heavy emphases', so
that his 'hero acquires an ambiguity that endows him with truth'; 'the
tragedy of everyday life'; 'hostile world'; 'phenomenological description';
'illusion of the "direct" and "untampered with" '; 'a passion for everything
that at first seems trivial'; and so on. It is the triumph, in French cinema
and in Truffaut (appropriately enough, given the personally close relation-
ship between Bazin and Truffaut), of the realist aesthetic which Bazin
elaborated on the basis of Italian neo-realism. And Hoveyda's response to
the film was the dominant Cahiers response; Rivette, who will speak with
a rather different voice when discussing Hiroshima mon amour, comparing
Truffaut's aesthetic with Rossellini's, talks of the 'purity of the look ...
perhaps it is enough to believe that things are what they are to be able to
see them quite simply on the screen just as they are in reality'.29
If Les 400 Coups seemed to offer, and to be exemplary in offering, that
'direct engagement with reality' which Leenhardt (in the 'Six Characters'
discussion) found lacking in French cinema, then Hiroshima mon amour
seemed to offer what, in the same discussion, Rivette had called for, for
cinema to 'go further than literature'. In this perspective Hiroshima was
seen as a modernist renewal of 'classical' narrative; literary, by all means,
but beyond contemporary French literature, and in other senses
thoroughly cinematic. While Hiroshima inspires the admiration and interest
of all those discussing it, it hardly inspires the affection that greeted Truf-
faut's film. Truffaut was, of course, their long-standing colleague, but the
difference of response seems to owe most to the very different aesthetic
strategies of the two films, and to Cahiers' clear and continuing preference
for classical narrative. In some very important senses, however, this
discussion of Hiroshima (which includes critics-film-makers whose own
films were to raise, in very different ways, important formal questions -
Godard and Rivette in particular, of course) must be seen as markedly
and crucially transitional. Here, for example, we find Rohmer, probably
the most conservative of those present, apparently ready - faced by a
'totally new film', perhaps 'the most important film since the war, the first
modern film of sound cinema' - to abandon a classicism he had been
defining and staunchly defending since at least 1947; or Godard, raising
'the famous problem of the text and the image', with no one else quite
understanding what he means; or Rivette, reflecting upon the dialectical
'double movement of consciousness' in the representation of cinema
within the cinema; or Rivette and Godard pointing out the degree to which
Resnais's film returns to the montage concepts of Eisenstein.
At the same time this beginning of an engagement with 'modernism'
25
French Cinema
poses some difficult questions about modernism's political implications
and affiliations, here hastily and somewhat confusingly buried in refer-
ences to an 'aesthetic left' and to Resnais being 'ahead of his time' by
'remaining true to October'. And despite the recognition of radical formal
renewal in Hiroshima and of the relationship to Eisenstein, what finally
emerges - as with the formally very different Truffaut film - is a character-
istically 'Bazinian' reading. Thus Rivette, on Resnais's view of the modern
world: 'not only does he accept it, but he analyses it deeply, with lucidity
and with love. Since this is the world in which we live and love, then for
Resnais it is this world that is good, just and true.' Bazin was not long
dead:
30
fittingly, Bazin's position - aesthetic and ideological - finds itself
at once enshrined in and threatened by the modes in which Cahiers came
to critical terms with the first triumphs of the nouvelle vague.
Notes
1 Eric Rohmer, 'Redecouvrir l' Amerique', Cahiers 54, Christmas 1955, translated
as 'Rediscovering America' in this volume (Ch. 7); Jacques Rivette, 'Notes Sur
une revolution', Cahiers 54, Christmas 1955, translated as 'Notes on a Revol-
ution' in this volume (Ch. 8).
2 Jacques Rivette, 'Lettre sur Rossellini', Cahiers 46, April 1955, translated as
'Letter on Rossellini' in this volume (Ch. 26); Eric Rohmer, 'La Terre du Miracle',
Cahiers 47, May 1955, translated as 'The Land of Miracles' in this volume (Ch.
27).
3 Jacques Doniol-Valcroze, 'L'Histoire des Cahiers', Cahiers 100, October 1959.
4 Truffaut, 'Une Certaine Tendance du cinema Cahiers 31,
January 1954, translated as 'A Certain Tendency of the French Cinema' in
Nichols, Movies and Methods, pp. 224-37.
5 Truffaut, op. cit., p. 235.
6 Aurenche and Bost are now better known for Truffaut's attack on them than
for their significant contributions to French cinema. Among the scripts they
collaborated on were La Symphonie pastorale (Delannoy, 1946), Le Diable au corps
(Autant-Lara, 1947), Au-dela des grilles (Clement, 1949), L'Auberge rouge (Autant-
Lara, 1951), Jeux interdits (Clement, 1952), Le Rouge et Ie noir (Autant-Lara, 1954),
I.e BM en herbe (Autant-Lara, 1954), Gervaise (Clement, 1956), La Traversee de Paris
(Autant-Lara, 1956), En cas de malheur (Autant-Lara, 1958).
8 Ibid., p. 230. Cf. Rohmer's deScription of French cinema's 'naive immoralism,
and [the] perpetual drivel about love crossed by some religious or social
conformism', in 'Rediscovering America'.
9 Ibid., p. 230. Cf. Rohmer's comment that American cinema 'does not smother
itself in as many flourishes as our cinema does. Its film-makers have more
confidence in the power of what they show us than the angle they choose to
show it from', in 'Rediscovering America'.
11 Ibid., p. 233.
12 Ibid., p. 234.
13 Fereydoun Hoveyda, 'La Personne du pluriel', Cahiers 97, July 1959,
translated as 'The First Person Plural' in this volume (Ch 5).
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Introduction
15 Louis Marcorelles, 'French Cinema, The Old and the New', Sight and Sound,
vol. 27, no. 4, Spring 195R, p. 192.
16 Andre Bazin, What is Cinell/a? Vol. 1 (essay on Bresson); Andre Bazin, Jean
Renoir; Jean-Luc Godard, Codard on Godard (material on Ophuls, Vadim, Renoir,
Becker, Astruc, Franju); Fran<;,ois Truffaut, Films in My Life (material on Becker,
Bresson, Cocteau, Gance, Ophuls, Guitry, Tati, Astruc, Vadim). See Appendix
2 for details of Cahiers material from this period reprinted in translation.
17 Cf. Marcorelles, op. eit., pp. 193-4.
18 Cf. Hoveyda, 'The First Person Plural'.
19 Franc;ois Truffaut, on Et Dieu ... crea fa femme, in Films in My Life, pp. 311-12.
20 'Soixante metteurs en scene franc;ais', Cahiers 71, May 1957.
21 See, for example, Jacques Doniol-Valcroze, 'Problemes et perspectives du
cinema franc;ais', CaITiers 41, December 1954; Andre Bazin, Jacques Doniol-
Valcroze, 'Entretien avec Jacques Flaud' (Directeur General du Centre National
de la Cinematographe); and Jacques Doniol-Valcroze, 'Problemes du court
metrage', both Calliers 71, May 1957.
22 See, for example, Rohmer's conclusion to his 'Rediscovering America'.
23 Marcorelles, op. cit., p. 195.
24 See note 1.
25 Cf. Rivette's comments on Rossellini, in his 'Letter on Rossellini'.
26 Truffaut called Le Beau Serge 'an unusual and courageous film that will raise
the level of French cinema this year', Films in My Life, p. 313.
27 Truffaut, 'L'impossible rendez-vous', on Guitry's 5i Paris nous etait conte, Cahiers
57, March 1956, pp. 52-3.
28 Andre Bazin, 'Bicycle Thief and 'De Sica: Metteur en Scene', originally published
in 1949 and 1951, in What is Cinema? Vol. 2.
29 Jacques Rivette, 'Du cote de chez Antoine', Cahiers 95, May 1959. Cf. interview
with Rossellini (conducted, precisely, by Hoveyda and Rivette) in Cahiers 94,
April 1959, translated in this volume (Ch. 28): 'Things are there ... why
manipulate them?'
30 Andre Bazin died on 11 November 1958; a special issue of Cahiers, no. 91, most
of it devoted to Bazin, was published in January 1959.
27
I'
1 Fran<;ois Truffaut: 'The Rogues are
Weary'
('Les Truands sont fatigues', Cahiers du
Cinema 34, April 1954)
There are no theories in circulation about Jacques Becker, no scholarly
analyses, no theses. Neither he nor his work encourages commentary,
and so much the better for that.
The truth is that Becker has no intention of mystifying or demystifying
anyone; his films are neither statements nor indictments, which means
that his work is outside the parameters of current fashion, and we could
even place him at the opposite pole to every tendency in French cinema.
Every one of Jacques Becker's films is a Jacques Becker film. This is only
a small point, but an important one. There is, in fact, little to tell us that
the recent Therese Raquin was not made by Feyder, Les Orgueilleux by
Pagliero, Les Amants de Brasmort by Yves Allegret and Mam'zelle Nit014che
by Duvivier. Yet we could not conceive of Edouard et Caroline, Casque d'or
and Grisbi being signed by Autant-Lara, Gremillon or Delannoy.
While there is unanimous acknowledgment that it is preferable for the
writer and director to be one and the same, the reasons given for this
opinion are banal, and no less an admiration continues to be expressed
for partnerships and collaborative enterprises - admiration that to my
mind is wasted. The fact that Renoir, Bresson, Cocteau and Becker are
involved in the writing of a script and sign their names to it not only gives
them greater freedom on the studio floor, but more radically it means that
they replace scenes and dialogue typical of what sCriptwriters produce
with scenes and dialogue that a scriptwriter could never dream up. Spec-
ificity, dear to Claude Mauriac, is nothing more. And are examples
required? For that scene in Edouard et Caroline where Elina Labourdette
plays at making 'doe eyes' to be filmable, it had first to have been
witnessed in real life, then thought through in terms of mise en scene. I do
not know whether we owe this scene to Annette Wademant or to Jacques
Becker, but I am sure of one thing - any other director would have cut it
from the shooting scdpt: it advances the plot not one jot and is there most
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Truffaut: 'The Rogues are Weary'
of all to give a touch, not of realism, but of reality; it is also there out of
love for doing things the hard way.
This search for an ever more exact tone is particularly marked in the
dialogue. In Casque d'or Raymond (Bussieres) comes into Manda's
(Reggiani) carpentry workshop and says, 'Alors, boulot boulot, menuise
menuise?' (,Work work, scrape scrape, eh?'). Not only could a scriptwriter
never have written this line, but it is also the kind of line which is only
improvised on the set. None the less, this 'boulot boulot, menuise
menuise' still has an intelligence (in the sense of complicity between friends)
which confounds me every time I see it.
It is not so much the choice of subject which characterizes Becker as
how he chooses to treat this subject and the scenes to illustrate it. While
he will keep only what is essential in the dialogue, or the essential part
of what is superfluous (sometimes even onomatopoeias), he will readily
make short work of something anyone else would handle with extreme
care, so that he can take longer over characters having breakfast, buttering
their toast, brushing their teeth, etc. There is a convention whereby lovers
are only allowed to kiss in a dissolve. If in a French film you show a
couple undressing and walking around in nightclothes in the bedroom, it
would be meant as a joke. You could suppose that these unspoken rules
are dictated by a concern for elegance. What does Becker do in a situation
like this? That taste for doing things the hard way which I have already
mentioned will make him handle the scene in a way that breaks the rules.
In Casque d' or he shows us Reggiani in a nightshirt and Simone Signoret
in a nightdress, in Grisbi Gabin in pyjamas.
This kind of work is a perpetual challenge to vulgarity, a challenge
where Becker is always the winner, for his films are the most elegant I
know, and his characters the most dignified.
What happens to Becker's characters is of less importance than the way
it happens to them. The piot, no more than a pretext, gets thinner with
every film. Edouard et Caroline is just the story of an evening, with a
telephone and a waistcoat as accessories. Touchez pas au grisbi is about
nothing more than a demand for the handover of 96 kilos of gold. 'What
most interests me is the characters,' Becker tells us; as a matter of fact the
real subject of Grisbi is growing old and friendship. This is clearly an
underlying theme in Simonin's book, but few scriptwriters would have
known how to bring it out and foreground it, relegating violent action,
along with the picturesque, to the background. Simonin is forty-nine,
Becker forty-eight: Grisbi is a film about reaching fifty. At the end of the
film Max - like Becker - puts on his spectacles 'to read'. Growing old and
friendship, we said: when Angelo kidnaps Riton to force Max to hand
over the fifty million, he comments on Max's legendary friendship for
but also, unwittingly, on Max growing old, for he is allowed to
Imagine that Max, ten years earlier, would have got things moving to get
back both his friend and the money, and settle his score with Angelo too.
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Simonin and Becker have kept from the book only what would have done
very well for the Nouvelle Revue Franfaise.
The beauty of the Grisbi characters, even more than those in Casque d' or,
comes from their muteness, the economy of their gestures. They only
speak or act to say or do the essential. Like Monsieur Teste, Becker kills
the puppet in them. These killers become no more than tom-cats facing
one another. I see Grisbi as a kind of settling of scores between big cats -
but high-class cats - tired and, if I dare say it, used up.
There is a moment when every true creator makes such a leap forward
that his audience is left behind. For Renoir, La Regie du jeu was the sign
of maturity, a film so new that it looks confusingly as if it might be a
failure; one of those failures that leaves you, the morning after, counting
your friends on the fingers of one hand.
Today, if fA Regie du jeu is understood, Le Carrosse d'or is not. I like this
kind of complicated calculation where criticism certainly has nothing to
gain, but they are none the less calculations with something to reveal to
those who approach them with some friendship: Becker filmed Casque d' or
at the very same age at which Renoir was making La RegIe du jeu. With
Casque d' or Becker shed the less perspicacious among his admirers (1 am
tempted to write: got rid of them); now he is taking off in an entirely new
direction, and Grisbi follows in the footsteps of Swamp Water.
The clearest thing about the admiration I bring to Grisbi comes from my
certainty that, as it exists now, this film was unfilmable four years ago.
Casque d' or had to come first. I am not saying that Grisbi is better than
Casque d'or, but it is an even more difficult film. It is no mean thing to
make films in 1954 that were inconceivable in 1950; and that is already the
first advantage Grisbi has over Therese Raquin, Le Ble en herbe, L'Amour d'une
femme, those three films of a distant pre-war era.
For those of us who are twenty or not much older, Becker's example is
both a lesson and an encouragement. We have known Renoir only as a
genius, but we discovered cinema when Becker was just beginning. We
have watched him finding his way, trying things out: we have seen a
body of work in progress. And the success of Jacques Becker is the success
of a young man who could conceive of no other way than the one he has
chosen, and whose love for the cinema has been repaid.
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2 Andre Bazin, Jacques Doniol-
Valcroze, Pierre Kast, Roger
Leenhardt, Jacques Rivette, Eric
Rohmer: 'Six Characters in Search
of auteurs: a Discussion about the
French Cinema'
('Six personnages en quate d'auteurs: debat
sur Ie cinema franQais', Cahiers du Cinema
71, May 1957 (extracts))
So far Cahiers has said a lot, and at the same time very little, about French
cinema. A lot about the directors we like and very little about the others - out of
politeness, a sense of futility, lack of energy . .. This could have resulted in the
impression that our only concern is with foreign cinema (either across the Alps or
the Atlantic). Yet our writers talk more often about Saint-Maurice or Billancourt
than about Cinecitta or Beverly Hills. But the discussions in our editorial offices
aren't always quite right for publication.
So the question came up as we were preparing this issue: who would be respon-
sible, and in what form, for an appraisal of our cinema that would be fair and at
the same time refrain from settjng up Aunt Sallies? Our film-makers have enough
licensed sycophants to permit themselves the luxury of doing without the approval
of our humble scribes; and who is there to deny that there is something rotten in
our cinematographic kingdom? But why? That's what needs lengthy discussion
and argument. The easiest way was simply to reproduce one of those conversations
where people say what they think more freely than when they put pen to paper.
And that's what we did. So Andre Bazin, Jacques Doniol-Valcrozc, Pierre Kast,
Roger Leenhardt, Jacques Rivette and Eric Rohmer got together around a tape-
recorder.
Andre Bazin: 'The present situation of French cinema.' That implies both
its evolution and the present conjuncture. In my view Rivette should
begin. He's the one with the most radical and decided opinions on the
subject.
Jacques Rivette: It's not exactly an opinion, more a way of formulating the
subject. I think that French cinema at the moment is unwittingly another
version of British cinema, or to put it another way, it's a British cinema
not recognized as such, because it's the work of people who are none
the less talented. But the films seem no more ambitious and of no more
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real value than what is exemplified in the British cinema. I imagine we
. all agree on that.
Bazin: What in your opinion defines,the mediocrity of British cinema?
Rivette: British cinema is a genre cinema, but one where the genres have
no genuine roots. On the one hand there are no self-validating genres
as there are in American cinema, like the Western and the thriller (run-
of-the-mill Westerns have a value independent of the great Westerns).
There are just false, in the sense of imitative, genres. Anyway, most of
them are only imitations of American imitations. And on the other hand
it isn't an auteur cinema either, since none of them have anything to
say. It's a cinema that limps along, caught between two stools, a cinema
based on supply and demand, and on false notions of supply and
demand at that. They believe that that's the kind of thing the public
wants and so that's what they get, but in trying to play by all the rules
of that game they do it badly, without either honesty or talent.
Pierre Kast: The distinction between genre films and auteur films is quite
arbitrary. The only thing that one can be sure of is that the state of
French cinema is one of total mediocrity. It amounts to the manufacture
of a product that is always the same. The distributors really control
production and they display a complete lack of imagination. They do
the same thing over and over again using an absolutely arbitrary and
uniform interpretation of public taste as the pretext.
Roger Leenhardt: We could perhaps throw some light on the debate by
drawing an analogy, which may seem pointless but could prove fruitful.
Let's imagine that instead of talking about the current state of French
cinema, we are literary critics talking about the current state of the
novel or literature in France and com paring it with English or American
literature. We would perceive that this year or for the years ahead there
is very little one can say about French literature, and that wouldn't
surprise anyone. What we have to establish is whether we are speaking
as literary critics from a position above culture, or from the position of
professionals in the industry. They are two very different things. The
distinction to be made is much less between auteur films and genres
and much more between run-of-the-mill cinema and the efforts of those
new creators who represent new tendencies. I feel that this is a funda-
mental distinction that could be made from the outset.
Kast: Unfortunately, such a distinction is completely useless as far as
cinema is concerned, given that the v.ery existence of a cinema that
would fit the second category in terms of production depends in reality
on the first category. Auteur films are produced in exactly the same
conditions and for the same reasons as commercial films.
Leenlulrdt: When Prevert made L'.A.ffaire est dans le sac twenty-five years
ago everybody could take it as a joke. He's been copied a hundred
times over fifteen years and the general spirit of French cinema was his
creation. The problem, apart from questions of markets or distributors,
is knowing whether we are currently witnessing the birth of a new
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tendency which in fifteen years' time may be the normal trend in the
cinema.
Bazin: I agree with Leenhardt. However, I feel I should point out that the
essential characteristic of American cinema is that unexceptional films,
those commercial films which are its principal ingredient, are precisely
genre films. American cinema thrives financially if the genres thrive.
Production can keep going at an average or even above average rate as
long as there are good genres. The weakness of the European film
industries is that they are incapable of relying on genres for current
production. In French pre-war cinema, even if there wasn't exactly a
genre there was a style, the realist film noir. It's still around but it's
diversified, and I'm afraid that one of the problems of French cinema
may arise from its inability to sustain good basic genres that thrive, the
way they do in America. That's by the way, and of more concern to
American than French cinema.
Rivette: By the way perhaps, but I think it opens out on to the funda-
mental, since in fact I think it's impossible to do anything worthwhile
in European cinema (not just French cinema, but English and Italian as
well) except from that premise, i.e. the non-existence of basic genres.
One then has to resign oneself to exceptions. That means admitting
from the outset that there can't be any good European films, far less
great ones, unless one decides not to make use of 'genre' subjects, since
every genre is essentially doomed to failure.
Kast: Not doomed, since you've just explained very clearly that genre
doesn't exist.
Rivette: Not in the profound sense. Unfortunately it does in reality.
Kast: I'm very sorry to have to do duty as the Marxist - like the drunken
Helot at the Spartan banquets - but it's certain that one of the issues
facing French cinema (one that has to be recognized at the outset, or
we risk getting everything the wrong way round) is the question of
the conditions in which potential auteurs have the chance to express
themselves.
Leenhardt: I don't like quoting authority to support an argument, but I
remember a conversation I had with the directeur general de La cinemato-
graphie (Jacques Flaud] who told me (it was his personal opinion, given
in what was a private and very free conversation) that, whatever may
be argued to the contrary, the financial state of French cinema was
relatively remarkably healthy. 'It's quite obvious,' he added, 'that what
we are facing is almost solely a crisis on the level of subject matter in
films.' My argument is that pre-war French cinema (I mentioned Prevert,
and we could add Aurenche, Cocteau and a few others) was decisively
influenced, even in terms of quantity, by particular scriptwriters. In the
same way, the Italian intelligentsia of the new generation of writers has
shaped Italian cinema. And the American cinema itself has taken its
direction from the thriller and the great sociological best-sellers.
Jacques Doniol-Valcroze: Yes, but contrary to the phenomenon you describe,
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i.e. the influence of the scriptwriters, what is recognizable in French
cinema since the Liberation is the emergence of a number of directors
who are more or less auteurs and who could have been the cinema's
equivalent of the Paris School in painting. In 1946 or 1947 one might
optimistically have thought that Messieurs Bresson, Becker, Clouzot and
Clement were going to create, in terms of style, a new school of French
cinema. That didn't happen, I think, because there was no agreement
on its substance and no shared inspiration.
Rivette: That's indisputable. You could say that in spite of their great
successes, Clouzot, Clement and Becker failed because they thought
that finding a style was all it took to create a new soul for French cinema.
It's quite clear, on the other hand, that Italian neo-realism wasn't first
and foremost a search for a style. It became a style; but it was part of a
conception of the new world. I defy anyone (and I think everyone would
agree) to find any conception of the world in Clouzot's films, or Becker's
or Clement's films. At very best it would be a conception of the world
that is banal, literary, and twenty or thirty years out of date.
Knst: I agree that the failure to achieve what could have been a post-war
school of French cinema is an accurate way of describing it. All the same
I want to correct some of the things that you are asserting. Of the major
French films that have been made since then there are some that I like
and some that I don't like. For instance, I like Clement's work very
much. I can see a continuity in it. Of course it's not the continuity of
what one might call Clement's Weltanschauung, but it's there in a
particular style and tone evident in all his work, and in my opinion it
makes him our greatest living director (leaving Bresson out of it for the
time being). However (and I'm sorry to have to insist on this point), I'd
like us first to clear up the problems of the conditions of production.
It's undeniable that if you look at how films are made in France you
can see that it's relatively easy (assuming that you already have a subject
and the desire to film it) to find a producer and a star who'll do the
film. The real problems start when you have to deal with the true
masters of production, the distributors. The distributor is far from being
the odious beast people think: he's someone with a certain amount of
capital to manage and he tries to make use of it in conditions that will
give a maximum return. But he completely lacks imagination. The big
distribution companies always want the follow-up; they won't buy the
first Bread, Love and Dreams, but they will buy the follow-up; they won't
buy the first Don Camillo but they'll buy the second one. One of the key
problems of production in France is finding a distributor who'll take the
first film. The crisis facing subject matter isn't simply an auteur crisis,
it's also the problem of having subjects accepted.
[. . .]
Rivette: I think we all implicitly agree on the name for the evolution of the
great directors: it's called academicism. This academicism isn't serious in
itself. For example, academicism is less of a serious problem in the
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American cinema - when King Vidor made War and Peace we were very
dear beforehand about the limits imposed on him by Paramount, Dino
de Laurentiis and the whole super-production system. What is serious
in the latest films of Becker and Clement is that it's an academicism to
which the directors acquiesced. And one even wonders whether they
aren't actually seeking it out.
[ ... ]
Leenhardt: Well, there I'll take up Kast's position, which is the economic
point of view. What has characterized the evolution of French cinema
over the last four years, in economic terms, that's to say in terms of
financing, is that, for reasons which we don't need to go into here, the
films that make money are the big productions and co-productions that
are described as international - the ones that are essentially aiming at
the foreign market. And it's very likely that a certain insipidness, a
certain tendency towards what you call academicism, is connected with
the fact that the directors concerned dare not throw themselves into a
film whose perspective is essentially that of their own culture. In other
words a French film. Instead they aim at making an international film.
I'll always remember being struck by something said by the producer
of Becker's last film but one, Ali Baba: 'You see, I told Becker, it doesn't
have to be a big money spinner, but it does have to be a film that people
will go to see in Berlin, in Peking and in Hollywood!'
Eric Rohmer: That's very important, because it's precisely its universal
character that gives American cinema its value. American cinema gives
a lead. What should be deplored is not so much that French cinema
isn't producing worthwhile work, but that its work is shut off - I mean
it doesn't influence work in other countries. There is no French school,
at least not any more, while there is an American school and an Italian
school.
Kast: I'm sorry to go off the point a little bit. I would like to go on from
all that Rohmer has just said, and all that Leenhardt was saying, and
try to take a very small step forward. Although I'm not a Christian I
think that we can find an explanation for all that in a short parable: he
who would save his life loses it, and it is he who does not seek above
all to save it who has every chance of winning. In other words, in the
search for success there is already the seed of failure, while if you look
for something new you begin to have a small chance of real success.
The production system has a bad way of looking at things, which is to
imagine that because a success has been achieved it's enough to repro-
duce the same climatic conditions to do it all over again; while the real
wisdom would be to say, 'Ali Baba was successful, well I'm going to do
something different now,' and not, 'Ali Baba was successful, now I'm
going to make Son of Ali Baba,'
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Rivette: The ideal for French cinema would to be to have on the one
hand super-productions made by directors like Delannoy or Le Chanois
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(people who are suited to that kind of thing and who do it well, so that
a film that costs 500 million brings in 800 or even more, which is after
all what everyone wants), and on the other hand talented directors who
would refuse to involve themselves in such deals, which can in no way
be profitable for them, and who have the kind of moral integrity to be
satisfied with films - let's say costing 100 million - which don't need
foreign markets to avoid making a loss, but with which they could really
create auteur works. These two spheres would have to coexist and would
also have to be quite clearly separate. That's exactly what is happening
in Italian cinema, which also has its crises but stays in better health
because there is never any confusion between Ulysses, or all the other
super-productions, and the school of Rossellini, Zavattini, De Sica,
Antonioni, all of whom, although they disagree on a lot of issues, have
never compromised. Never. The only exception is Visconti, in making
Senso, but it's quite clear that this is a purely formal exception, since
Visconti just got as much as he could out of the producer, like Ophuls
with Lola Montes and Renoir, to some extent, with Elena et les hommes.
But at heart Italian cinema has never let itself be taken over, while in
France what we've been witnessing over the past two or three years is
the disintegration of what we regarded as the core of French cinema.
People like Becker, Clement and Clouzot have successively let them-
selves be swallowed up by the all-devouring super-productions. I don't
know why: for love of either money or international fame. And now
you might as well say that there is nobody. There's only one film-maker
left who hasn't sold out, and that's Bresson. He's the only one. And
there are some youngsters,l but there hasn't exactly been time yet for
temptation to come their way. Perhaps they'll give in too when the time
comes? There's no wa. of knowing.
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Rivette: Why such a desire to conquer the world? That's precisely the
cause of the disaster. On the contrary, we should be trying above all to
maintain French audiences and only conquer the world as an indirect
consequence. From the moment we start trying to manufacture inter-
national stars, from the moment we aim at making international films,
nine times out of ten we'll fall flat on our faces.
Bazin: I think there's some truth in both points of view.
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is a certain kind of film, with a particular cinematic importance, which
is based on the star. It's quite obvious that French cinema before the war
was built round Gabin. There's an essential and profound connection
between the scripts, the style of the films and Gabin. It's indisputable.
But on the other hand you cou1d give ten examples where the star is a
disaster. You have to judge it in context. I think we're all agreed in
assuming that it's not in the direction of the international super-
production, where the star has a fundamental role, that French cinema
has most chance of progress. This will happen by rediscovering a way
of capturing the inspiration of talented people, and that ought not to
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happen independently of acting but with acting at a level beyond that
of the star.
Rivette: In fact, Gabin wasn't an actor, he was something else. He wasn't
an actor, he was someone who brought a character into French cinema,
and it wasn't only scripts that he influenced but mise en scene as well. I
think that Gabin could be regarded as almost more of a director than
Duvivier or Gremillon, to the extent that the French style of mise en scene
was constructed to a large extent on Gabin's style of acting, on his walk,
his way of speaking or of looking at a girl. It's also what gives the great
American actors their dynamism, actors like Cary Grant, Gary Cooper or
James Stewart. For instance, Anthony Mann's mise en scene is definitely
influenced by James Stewart's style of acting. Now, 1 can't see any actor
in France at the moment who has that power of his own to go beyond
just acting.
[ ... ]
Bazin: I'm wondering whether pre-war cinema, which did in fact demon-
strate qUite exceptional thematic and inspirational unity, whichever
directors were involved, could be linked up with the up-and-coming
literature of that time. It's normal for there to be a time-lag between a
literary generation and its passage into cinema. For instance existen-
tialism, which is out of date in literature, could have brought us (I
don't think it will now) the equivalent of the pre-war film noir, whose
relationship to surrealism Leenhardt has clearly shown.
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Leenhardt: I started this conversation by saying that the literary parallel
was interesting. If the Italian cinema is interesting it's because I read
Pavese. If American cinema is interesting it's because 1 read not only
Caldwell but several other new American nq,velists. If French cinema
isn't interesting it's because at the moment is nothing interesting
happening in the French novel.
[ ... ]
Kast: ... When you look at what we're reading in France every year, you
can see that, while you may not like the vast majority of the films that
come out during the year, there aren't many worthwhile novels either.
Which are the two or three outstanding books that I've read this year?
First t!tere's Claude Levi-Strauss's Tristes tropiques, which I can't envisage
transferred to the screen, at least for the time being, considering the
direction exotic films are taking. Then I'd say Carpentier's Le Partage des
eaux, which has no connection with French literature. This year there
haven't been any French novels that I've really liked. J'm sorry, but
that's how it is. There are several simultaneous reasons for that. First,
one which seems very clear to me: a lot of people who might write
novels have turned to the idea of making films. There's no doubt that
in Astruc's case, for instance, it explains both his qualities and his
defects. He makes films without the slightest conception of film-making
as a technical craft, something one does with one's hands, but exactly
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in the way that he would write the books he doesn't write. That does
away at a stroke with the distinction between scriptwriter and director,
which is a long-standing, traditional distinction in French cinema, and
now on its way out. Professional scriptwriters were necessary when you
had old-style directors whose role was technical. There had to be
someone to write the story for them since they were only capable of
doing the mise en scene - in fact, nothing! (Laughter.) When Vadim makes
a film or when Astruc makes a film, whatever the film is like or whatever
reservations you may have about it, it's something quite different from
a film made by two people - a scriptwriter and a director.
Rivette: It's what we call an auteur film!
Doniol-Valcroze: We're falling back on our old 'Objectif 49' theories,4 which
are outdated in principle but still correct. We've reached a point where
the cinema is a medium of expression for saying something. And the
staggering thing is that the cinema in France has nothing to say, and
that French film says nothing.
Leenhardt: The notion of the total auteur is a myth all the same, because
the director's craft requires specific capabilities which are not the same
as those of a writer. It's possible that one man could have both, but the
fact that at the moment directors who have no apparent talent for
sCriptwriting, like Becker for example, are doing it and risking disaster,
means the degeneration of what is a major profession. It still exists in
Italy (where there are usually five scriptwriters, not just one) and in the
USA.
Kast: But it's obvious that however many people work on a Fellini scenario
the film is Fellini's, including its subject.
Rivette: 1 think that what you're saying about Fellini could apply just as
well to the American film-makers, in spite of the credits, for as we now
know for sure there isn't a single one of the great American directors
who doesn't work on the scenario himself right from the beginning, in
collaboration with a scriptwriter who writes the screenplay for him and
does the purely literary work that he himself couldn't do with the
same formal skill but which is nevertheless in accordance with his own
directives (not simply under his supervision but following the direction
he gives to it). And that's why in Cahiers we've chosen to defend direc-
tors like Hitchcock rather than Wyler, and Mann rather than Zinne-
mann, because they are directors who actually work on their scenarios.
And that's precisely the new element that they've introduced over these
last ten years. So I agree with Kast in thinking that the question of the
pure scriptwriter is out of date.
Bazin: It's out of date in psychological terms. It's possible that the evol-
ution of the cinema (I know nothing about it, which I readily admit) is
moving in the direction of the director-auteur working on the scenario
with the scriptwriter or scriptwriters. But it matters very little to me
whether there are scriptwriters as such - what does matter is that the
scriptwriter should exist as a function. [ ... ] What we come back to in
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fact isn't the problem of people, but the problem of inspiration and
themes. American cinema is just about inexhaustible in the richness of
its themes; that's just not thf' case in France. Before the war there were
thematic continuities. Now we have to ask ourselves what they are. The
great unity there was before the war has split in all sorts of directions.
But one characteristic remains - of context though not of subject-matter:
that is, beyond psychology, a particular novelistic vision of the world.
Films like Becker's Casque d'or or Edouard et Caroline are films which,
without any specific literary origins, to me seem very French and very
'post-war'. Les Dernieres Vacances is also a very post-war film. Similarly
Clement's Jeux interdits or Bresson's Journal d'un cure de campagne. While
they vary widely in style, atmosphere and theme, they have in common
a sharper sense of humanity than anything in pre-war cinema, as well
as a capacity for analysis which is close to literature. ['m afraid we're
losing this, and it's the only capital we've got.
Doniol-Valcroze: [ ... ] Why have adaptations from fiction failed? Because
apart from a few isolated instances like Bresson, there is no adequate
sociological or social context in the films to support them. The strength
of American cinema is that it has this context. That's also the strength
of the Italian cinema. When Antonioni made that extraordinary film Le
Amiche, adapted from Pavese, he was able to keep the same context as
Pavese's book. I think French cinema missed out for several reasons:
the auteurs lacked confidence, but there were also financial prohibitions.
I'm going to mention a word that applies very generally: censorship. I
don't only mean the Board of Censors, but also pre-censorship, the
censorship of the industry, individual censorship.
Rivette: That's right. There's no point in looking to comedy, which will
always be a limited sphere; nor to films adapted from the novet which
was hopeful seven or eight years ago but is now out of date. The only
possibility left for French cinema would be in films which although not
social (I'm not happy with that word) at least take up a position, anal-
ogous to Italian post-war cinema. But why have people failed to reco-
gnize this possibility until now? I think it's too easy to blame it on
censorship and the producers. It's only because the few French directors
who have made statements to the press like 'I'd like to make social
films' are, in reality, people who have been corrupted. I think that
Autant-Lara, Clement and Clouzot are all sickening, to the extent that
they could have made those films if they had been willing to work in
the same conditions as Rossellini, Fellini or Antonioni, with 30 or 40
million francs, perhaps having to film in the street and being pushed
time. Only they don't want to. What they want, on the one hand,
to go on making money, and on the other to go on making prestige
films. It's quite obvious that Clouzot, when he says that he wants to
make a film about Indochina and a 300 million franc film, at one and
the same time, will never manage either, and anyway has probably
never really wanted to. All he did was strut about in front of journalists
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and acquire a good reputation for himself as a film-maker with courage.
Then he makes Les Diaboliques. But if Clouzot had really wanted to make
that film he could certainly have found 30 million. He wouldn't have
had to worry about advance censorship and his film would probably
have passed anyway. After all, the Italian film-makers also have censor-
ship and producers and distributors. They have still found a way of
saying quite a lot. We haven't seen Lizzani's films in France. But I
imagine that Lizzani didn't say straight out, 'I am a Communist and I
want the revolution to come.' He implied it, but in a way clear enough
for him to say what he wanted to say. Yet Clouzot, Clement and Autant-
Lara (I keep coming back to these three names because they are the
three who are most guilty) didn't want to take that risk. Because they
are cowards, because - I repeat - they are corrupted, corrupted by
money. In a word I think that what is most lacking in French cinema is
a spirit of poverty. 5 Its only hope now lies in other directors - not those
three any more (for if they once had the opportunity to say something
they let it go by), but new directors taking those risks making films with
20 or 30 million, perhaps even less, and filming with whatever turns
up, without putting their scripts forward for approval by the censors
and perhaps without even putting them to the producers and the
distributors. I think that is the only hope for French cinema.
Leenhardt: The true character of pre-war French cinema (which, rightly or
wrongly, was important) is that its fundamental non-conformism was
positive in relation to humanity, in social and revolutionary terms. Now,
following on from it today, this degeneration you're talking about has
only kept its negative characteristics.
6
For instance with Clouzot the film
noir lost that positivity, that poetic transcendence, that revolutionary
meaning. And La Traversee de Paris is almost a right-wing film. It's the
American and Italian cinema that's positive and invigorating. In France
we are locked into reactionary values pure and simple, which make an
art film a film about destiny, where everything is ill-fated and in the
most stupid way imaginable. What constitutes success for Jeanson is to
impose an unhappy end;ng where an inconclusive one or a happy one
would have been good aesthetically. There' 5 0'1 kind of inverted censor-
ship which means that nobody dares to attempt a positive film. The
only ones that are positive are perhaps Bresson's films.
[. . .]
Knst: What's a positive film, what's a negative film? We would need to
engage in a whole discussion which we'd never finish.
Rivette: A negative film is a cowardly film. And I think that the great
problem of French cinema now is cowardice.
Kast: If you substitute the word 'complacency' for the word 'cowardice' I
entirely agree with you. However, there are some novels that say some-
thing that's perhaps not new, but better at any rate. For instance I like
Pierre Boulle's novels very much. They would make excellent films, like
Henry James and Conrad. That points to something, the complacency
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of some of the people who run the film industry which has prevented
this tendency from materializing. Even Astruc, who's not involved in
issues of this kind, and dpJIs with things that are very much outside
them, was tempted by Pierre Boutle's La Face.
Rivette: Perhaps I'm going to clash quite violently with Pierre Kast, but I
think that if Pierre Boulle's novels had been adapted for the cinema it
wouldn't have been much of a step forward, because they are literature
whose inspiration goes back some fifty years. If you stop at that point
you're not going very far. It would be a new type of academicism but
it would still be academicism left academicism, anarchist academicism,
academicism of the absurd. But while Huston has had his moments, I
can't see why in France we should start by taking him as an example.
We need to go further.
Kast: As usual, Rivette's assertions are perfect tautologies. To dismiss
Pierre Boulle with the stroke of a pen by saying that his work is fifty
years old is ridiculous in my view. Just as his way of saying, a priori,
'J-Iuston is finished!' is absolutely disgraceful and quite amazing. I wish
Huston did have followers in France.
Rivette: Huston is finished in the way that you can say Conrad's novels
date from fifty years ago. To do now in the cinema what people were
doing elsewhere fifty years ago is pointless. The only possibility that
the cinema has of doing something important (and this is where I part
company with Leenhardt) is in not following literature, whether it's the
literature of fifty or fifteen years ago (as pre-war French cinema did -
while Mac Orlan or Carco was being adapted it was the novels of
Malraux, Bernanos and the early novels of Sartre that were most
important in France). But it's not a question of following the literature
of a few years ago. It's perhaps not even a question of trying to keep
up with new literature: the real function of the cinema should be to go
further than literature.
[ ... ]
Rohmer: Rivette was saying that the cinema should be ahead of literature.
Whether ahead or behind it's in any case on quite different territory. I
wonder whether it's really the aim of the cinema to be in harmony with
what Leenhardt calls 'the most contemporary literature', particularly in
France where that literature seems to be going in quite a different
direction. Cinema and literature are looking for different things. It's
possible that this harmony could be achieved in some oblique way, but
for the moment I can't easily see how. 1 find Bresson's latest film a very
good example since it was taken from a non-literary work.
Kast: For once I find myself in agreement with Rohmer. I find the relation-
ships between literature and the cinema extremely obscure and difficult
!o disentangle. They're two quite different areas. The field of literature
:s one where freedom of expression can be exercised with far fewer
mternal constraints. The writer is a bit like the painter. The painter
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works his canvas and tells the world to go to hell. And nobody can say
a thing.
Rohmer: What you are saying seems to postulate the inferiority of the film-
maker in relation to the writer. You think that the writer can say what
he wants while the film-maker can't. And yet what the best - American
and other - cinema is saying is as modern and as interesting as what
the most free French literature is saying, if not more so.
Kast: I probably didn't express myself clearly enough. It isn't my intention
at all to say that I consider cinema inferior to literature as a medium of
expression. I simply want to say that the conditions in which it is
practised are very different and that, so far, in reality the film-maker's
freedom of expression is limited in every area.
Rivette: Leenhardt was saying a little while ago that American cinema had
drawn its essential strength from the American novel. But what I see is
that the adaptations of the great contemporary novelists by American
film-makers have with rare exceptions only produced mediocre films.
Quite the contrary, American cinema has developed, alongside Amer-
ican literature, personal themes and a personal vision of the world which
are not particularly close to those of Faulkner and Hemingway and are
even in certain respects very distant. What precisely constitutes the
greatness of the American film is that it has drawn a parallel with the
American novel, but these are two lines that do not intersect; they
advance side by side.
[ ... ]
Bazin: I think that's digressing quite a bit from the specific problem of
French cinema. It's not absolutely necessary to establish whether French
film-makers should or shouldn't derive the inspiration for their themes
from the litel"ary patrimony. Both methods could be useful. If they aren't
it's because American cinema actually has themes outside literature. It
is perhaps greater because it has in itself enough sociological inspiration
to draw on. it is very possibie that for historical reasons French cinema
has none, and perhaps the novel offers a greater source of inspiration,
but it isn/t really important. The problem is to find out whether there
is material or not.
Rohmer: French cinema doesn't depict French society, while American
cinema, like Italian cinema, is able to raise society to a level of aesthetic
dignity. Perhaps in conclusion we could try to find out, if not why, at
any rate in what way French cinema fails to represent contemporary
France.
DOl1iol-Valcroze: I find it interesting to observe that in two films that have
already been mentioned here several times, Les Mauvaises Rencol1tres and
Et Dieu ... crea fa femme, two talented young film-makers have done
exactly the opposite of what other dedicated film-makers would have
done. Taking a very debatable novel, Ul1e Sacree Salade, as his Source,
Astruc has elevated his subject to a kind of personal meditation on
youth, on a milieu that he knew, on ambition, etc. Vadim too has done
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a very good essay on his conceptions of love and relationships with
women. I observe with pleasure that two young film-makers of obvious
talent are showing an inclination to put their current and future work
entirely into a specific historical and social context. I think that this is
apparent in all great literary or cinematic works. Stendhal writes about
his own time, Flaubert and Balzac of theirs. I am not denying that
tomorrow a young film-maker could emerge who would express what
he had to say within an evocation of ancient Rome, but that would be
an exception. The greatest possibility of doing good work that is open
to young film makers is to continue in the manner of Astruc and Vadim.
Rivette: Whereas the great weakness of La Traversee de Paris is that although
it does in fact bear witness to a particular society it is not contemporary
society. Neither is it 1943, which is when Marcel Ayme's short story
was set. It seems to me more like 1930. The very specifically Montmartre
relationship of the artist and the bourgeois is a 1930s theme, set in 1943
and filmed in 1956.
Doniol-Valcroze: Yes, but it is of its director's own time. Marguerite de la
nuit and La Traversee de Paris are films that Autant-Lara had been wanting
to make for a long time but he was only recently able to do so.
Bazin: There's no inevitability about a direct relationship between a given
society and the cinema, although that's the case in America and in Italy.
I don't think either that there's any direct relationship between the
French novel and French society. It goes beyond just cinema. It's
perhaps because at this stage in the development of society and of
French art the connection can't be made. Should one seek themes related
to contemporary reality at any price? That's what Le Chanois and
Cayatte did. We can see the outcome of that. It isn't exemplary.
Doniol-Valcroze: I'm not saying that it's the golden rule. But it happens
that in two films that we like there was this connection.
Kast: You'll have to excuse me. I have a lot of respect for Astruc's film.
But to say that these two films have any connection with contemporary
reality is one of those charming jokes so typical of Cahiers du Cinema in
its present form. It's one of those amusing paradoxes. It has to make
you laugh but it has no connection with reality. You don't really expect
us to believe that there is the slightest relationship, other than the
superficial relationship to the world of magazines, between the world
of these two films and the real world? If I value Astruc's film it's for
other reasons.
Doniol-Valcroze: I think there's a misunderstanding here. I don't mean that
either Astruc's film or Vadim's actually expresses the condition of a
particular society in a particular year and a particular place. I'm saying
that the makers of these films drew their framework and their inspiration
from a lived experience. If they betray it, if they represent it in a way
that differs from our view, that is something else. But there is a certain
sincerity of inspiration that's more genuine than what we hear from
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some 'social' directors who say that they want to Ido the housing
shortage or the problem of abortion' .
Kast: I agree with Doniol in some respects. As far as I'm concerned a film
with a pretence to being social is already on the road to failure. There
are hundreds of films of the French sOcial-realist-optimist school and I
can't stand them. In my opinion they might as well be about the dark
side of the moon. They're taken out of different magazines from
Vadim's. But even though I don't like Vadim's film I prefer it to those
others, because it uses a language that I hear in the street every day.
But saying that Vadim was skilful in the way he used the particular
mannerisms of speech that are part of the world of the bistros doesn't
make his film directly related to contemporary reality.
Rohmer: There's another factor. In twenty years the face of France has
changed very little, while America and even Italy have evolved a lot.
Nothing new has altered the French way of life since, let's say, 1930,
except what reaches us from America.
Kast: For the second time I entirely agree with you. For the moment there's
nothing happening in France that's sufficiently decisive to provide the
material for a narrative cinema based on a change in society. The only
thing I can see is a series of impenetrable illusions created by the domi-
nant mythology: the mythology of success, superiority, and the equation
of worth with social function, all of which I see as the pillars of the
bourgeoisie. For example monogamy and the family unit, as they exist
in the code civile, no longer correspond to reality.
Bazin: Ninety-nine per cent of French drama, literature and cinema is
based on it.
Rohmer: They are stereotypes as old as the world itself. French film-makers
only know how to make endless versions of La Garfonne. If there are
contradictions in modern society that's not where to look for them. If
there's anything new it's that s generation is not so much lOOking
for freedom (at any rate Ct thE'oretical freedom which there's no shortage
of) but for morality, whatever it might be.
Bazin: What's more, it's not enough just to have a good rich sociological
foundation. There must be extremes. In Italy, unemployment fulfils the
role of fate and destiny. Three-quarters of Italian neo-realism is founded
on fear, social fear. American society is polarized by two things that
figure importantly: money and luck. In France it's not material that's
lacking, but the possibility of drama inherent in it. That doesn't mean
that in France there aren't numerous problems: wars in Indochina or in
Algeria, the housing shortage, etc,
Rivette: You certainly can't take up the housing shortage or racism or the
war without relating them to a wider context. And you won't be able
to do it so long as you go on (as Rohmer and Kast do, to my
great French so"c,lety evolved in the last twenty
years, whIch I thmk IS absurd. J he tust duty of a French film-maker
should be to try to see \",hat are the most fundamental new elements
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in society over the last few years. And then he could handle anyone
of those issues, because he would have the key. Why haven't we found
the key? Because we haven't even looked for it.
Bazin: For each individual the key will be political or moral, while it should
in fact be beyond politics and morality.
Leenhardt: While the Italian cinema takes up the same subjects as Italian
literature, and the American cinema likewise those of American litera-
ture, why the devil do you expect French cinema to take up anything
other than what concerns French literature, namely themes that are
psychological or have metaphysical resonances? What's more, that's just
what Bresson is doing. In the cinema he has exactly the same position
as a French writer. Instead of grabbing hold of reality and expressing it
in a sensational way he gives it a literary synthesis, freezing it, perfecting
it, fashioning a work of art from it. That is what French literature is
doing, quite the opposite of the direct engagement with reality of the
Americans and the Italians. I can't see what phenomenon would allow
French cinema to escape the law which is fundamental to French
literature.
Rivette: That's quite true. Bresson corresponds to a literary reality in
France. But that is his reactionary aspect. There have been very great
reactionary writers, but there have also been, and not so long ago,
Bemanos and Malraux. \Vhile we have the equivalent of Chardonne,
for instance, in French cinema, why don't we have the equivalent of
Bemanos or Malraux? . . .
We started this debate without any expectation of reaching positive conclusions,
simply to raise certain problems and stir up every possible and imaginable
Issue. We do not hide from ourselves the fact that the impression people may finally
take from it is that it's 'a lot of wind' - but the wind bloweth where it listeth; and
maybe a few specks of dust will have stuck hz your eye? We could not wish for
more.
Notes
1 The 'youngsters' referred to here would be, in particular, Alexandre Astruc and
Roger Vadim, whose Les Mauvaises Rencontres (1955) and Et Dieu ... [rea la femme
(1956), respectively, both important precursors of the nouvelle vague, have already
been mentioned in sections of the discussion omitted here. On Vadim, d.
Godard on Sail-on jamais?, Ch. 3 below.
2 'Both pOints of view': the discussion, in passages omitted here, has touched
upon distinctions between a cinema based on stars and a cinema rejecting
conventional attitudes to acting, the two kinds of cinema seen to coexist in, for
example, Italian cinema.
3 a passage omitted here, Leenhardt posited the foundation of pre-war French
Cinema as coming out of 'a union between a French literary movement symbol-
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ized by Dabit (post-1914 populism) and a movement close to it, bordering on
Surrealism, represented by Prevert and Aurenche'.
4 'Objectif 49': a polemical cine-club formed in 1948-9 from film-makers and film
critics, generally opposing 'official' French cinema; the group included people
like Jean Cocteau, Robert Bresson, Alexandre Astruc, Pierre Kast. 'Objectif 49'
exerted significant influence on the formation of Cahiers du Cinema; for further
comment, see the Introduction to this volume.
S Cf. certain aspects of Rivette's discussion of Rossellini, in 'Letter on Rossellini',
Ch. 26 in this volume.
6 Leenhardt's comments here are very close in spirit to Truffaut's views in his
Cahiers 31, January 1954, article 'Une Certaine Tendance du cinema franc;ais',
translated as I A Certain Tendency of the French Cinema' in Nichols, Movies and
Methods, pp. 224-37, and discussed in the Introduction to the articles on French
cinema in this volume.
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3 Jean-Luc Godard: 'Sufficient
Evidence'
('Des preuves suffisantes', Cahiers du
Cinema 73, July 1957)
It would be a mistake to commend Sa it-on jamais? simply because this
French film is as resolutely modern as Et Dieu ... erea la femme. Roger
Vadim is 'with it'. Agreed. His colleagues, for the most part, are still
missing the point. Also agreed. But one shouldn't admire Vadim simply
because he does naturally what should long ago have been the ABC of
the French cinema. What could be more natural, really, than to 'breathe
the air of today'? We no longer admire a Maserati or the Leduc 022 for
the same reasons that our grandparents admired a de Dion-Bouton or
Oement Ader's 'chauve-souris'. So it is pointless to compliment Vadim
on being ahead of his time, because all that has happened is that everyone
else is behind while he is up to date. An excellent reason, you may say,
for proving the theorem which proposes Vadim as the best of the young
French directors working today.1 Reason necessary, I would reply, but
not sufficient. So let us look for sufficient evidence to prove this theorem.
Where to find it? In Sait-on jamais? Is it there? It is.
Let's look at the scenario first. The idea is taken from an unpublished
nove1
2
written by Vadim about ten years ago. On the suggestion of his
producer Raoul Levy, Vadim transposed the action from Paris to Venice.
He also threw in a detective story in order to use up a novel whose rights
had acquired. This sort of thing is common practice in the film
mdustry: difficult to know whether to laugh or cry.
So we are in Venice in 1957, a Venice admirably enhanced by Armand
Thirard
'
s photography and in which three men embark on a metaphorical
poker-game with a young French girl at stake. Sophie (Fran\oise Arnoul)
IS about twenty-five. It's the awkward age when a pretty woman is still
desperately anxious to be thought of as a naughty girl.3 Sophie is mean
only because she is naIve, cruel because she is weak. Her favourite lover,
5forzi (Robert Hossein), has passed her on as an expression of his gratitude
to Baron von Bergen, whose strong-arm man he had been in the biggest
fraud of the Second World War: the circulation of forged sterling banknotes
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by the government of the Third Reich. Von Bergen (0. E. Hasse), a world-
weary sexagenarian, wants to finish his life in peace and quiet. Like all
old Germans, he has become a moralist with age. He now prefers the
contemplation of crime to crime itself. He takes up with Sophie, but almost
paternally. The pleasure he derives from her is disinterested. To caress
the girl or surprise her in the bath means little to him. Von Bergen simply
needs to know that she is on hand, and that's all. She can make love with
anybody and everybody she likes, provided she comes to say goodnight
before going out. All would be well that ended well but for Michel (Chris-
tian Marquand), a rather drab journalist who becomes enamoured of
Sophie at a fleapit showing a Gerald McBoing-Boing cartoon. The affair
between Michel and Sophie, in fact, gallops along all the faster because
'when he kisses her I she feels as though she had been running'. In so
doing she runs up against the fury of the Baron, who tolerates passing
fancies but not liaisons which may be dangerous. And as there is some-
thing of Laclos
4
in him, von Bergen encourages Sforzi to put this charming
cut-price Cleopatra (to whom he has secretly left the two thousand million
lire deposited, in her name, in the coffers of a Swiss bank) back on the
leash again. But villainy breeds bigger villainy. Sforzi's plan is soon laid:
to betray the Baron and get Sophie back, so as to marry her and lay his
hands on the money. Our blackguard soon wins back poor Sophie's heart.
Then he kills von Bergen and prevents Michel from going to the police
by threatening to frame him for the crime. Sophie's eyes are finally opened
by this wickedness, and she forces Michel to take action. With the aid of
a friend from Interpol, they frustrate Sforzi's plot. In the end our two
pigeons can no doubt live and love each other tenderly. The last shot of
the film shows Arnaul squaring her shoulders as she stands in
a police-launch in the Grand Canal under a Titian grey sky.
Here, admittedly, is a very conventional scenario, no better and no
worse, a priori, than that for Maurice Labro's Action immediate,S for example.
Its only value lies in the extent to which the director has probed the
stereotyped characters to turn them into !iving beings. And Michel,
Sophie, von Bergen and Sforzi are alive as no French thriller heroes have
ever been (with the exception of those in Jean Renoir's La Nuit du carrefour).
Vadim's great strength is in fact that he talks only about things he knows
well, he deals with characters he sees fifty times a day every day, and
above all, as a beginner, he describE:'s himself with all his qualities and
defects through these characters. Hence the air of extreme novelty about
the dialogue and the incisiveness of a mise en scene untroubled by
complexes or prejudices.
No doubt this was more true of Et Dieu . . . crea la femme than of Sait-
on jamais? The first was the film of an auteur, the second only of a director.
As a character, Juliette may have been more exact than Sophie, and Curt
Jurgens's character more probable than O. E. Hasse's; but over and above
the fact that Brigitte Bardot is a more engaging actress than
Arnoul, and that Curt Jurgens is more at ease in the role of a smooth Cote
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Jean-Luc Godard: 'Sufficient Evidence'
d' Azur operator than O. E. Hasse as a world-weary forger (5troheim style),
one might retort that the characters played by Christian Marquand and
Robert Hossein are infinitely more intriguing and subtle than those
portrayed by Trintignant and the same Christian Marquand.
6
And if one
absolutely had to pinpoint the Orson Welles in Sait-on jamais?, I would
see it less in the compositions or certain deep-focus effects (justified purely
by the use of colour) than in the fact that Vadim, like the director of Mr
Arkadin, pays as much attention to his male as his female characters.
Unlike so many beginners with five years of Cinematheque viewing
behind them, Vadim does not say to himself, 'I'm going to move the
camera thus, and frame the characters so. Now, what are they going to
do and say?' Instead, more sensibly, he reasons this way: Michel pulls
the curtain and hides Sophie as she lies on the bed, increasing his pleasure
at knOWing she is there by his displeasure at being unable to see her.
How to film this scene? Nothing easier. A shot of Michel pulling the
curtain: Sophie can no longer be seen. Change of shot with the camera
now in Sophie's place, no longer able to see Michel. Michel opens the
curtain. They are together again. It is easy to see from this example
that once the characters' motivations are clearly established, mise en scene
becomes a simple matter of logic. Vadim will become a great director
because his scenes are never occasioned by a purely abstract or theoretical
idea for a shot; rather it is the idea of a scene, in other words a dramatic
idea, which occasions the idea of a shot.
Another example: the now celebrated shot from the pigeons' point of
view. While Sforzi philosophizes with Michel and Sophie in 5t Mark's
amid the hellish noise of pigeon wings, the camera suddenly shifts
Without warning to the rooftops and looks down on the square from, if I
may venture to say so, the viewpoint of Sirius. I would bet that Vadim
had not planned this shot, and got the idea for it when he was preparing
to shoot the scene. 7 It is an arbitrary shot, admittedly, but arbitrary a
posteriori. Its violent beauty redeems its purpose.
This said, I absolutely agree that Vadim's second film is less personal
than his first, more sophisticated, but maybe more successful, more secret
too .. The characters in Sait-on jamais? are filmed after and not before love-
making. Cynicism is not the reason why ArnouI's bath scene is
cut off just as she stands up in the bath; it is because the whole of this
scene and the next are constructed, not on the fact that Michel is looking
at Sophie in her bath, but on the fact that he already has looked at her
and so is less interested in her body than her thoughts. In Et Dieu ...
crea la femme, tenderness was muffled in eroticism. In Sait-on jamais?, it is
the reverse.
There remains, for anyone not vet convinced of Vadim's talent, what I
would call the I have often noticed that French
cameramen - unlike Italians and Americans, who are always consistent -
turn out to be brilliant with good directors and disappointing with the
rest. Julliard has never done rE'tter work than on Germany Year Zero,
French Cinema,
Alekan than on La Belle et la Bete, Claude Renoir than with his uncle,
Christian Matras than with Max Ophuls. Armand Thirard does not
disprove this rule. The camerawork in Et Dieu ... crea la femme and Sait-
on jamais? is in a different league from all those Clouzot films photo-
graphed by the same Thirard.
Translated by Tom Milne
Notes
1 As translator Tom Milne points out, Vadim's first two films were welcomed by
Cahiers and were important precursors (aesthetically and industrially) of the
nouvelle vague, but Vadim himself soon passed from favour. A year later, in Arts,
30 July 1958, in a review of Bergman's Summer with Moni1m, Godard already
pointed to a relative reassessment of Vadim:
Summer with Monika, five years before its time, brought to a peak that renaiss-
ance in modem cinema whose high priests were Fellini in Italy, Aldrich in
Hollywood, and (so we believed, wrongly perhaps) Vadim in France.
Summer with Monilm, in fact, already is Et Dieu ... crea la femme, but brought
off brilliantly, without a single flaw, without a single hesitation, with total
lucidity in both dramatic and moral construction and in its development, in
other words its mise en scene. (From Godard on Godard, p. 84)
2 No 'novel' is mentioned among the film's credits. (Translator'S note.)
3 'A naughty girl': referring to the Bardot film Cette sacree gamine, which was
scripted by Vadim. (Translator's note.)
4 'Lados': Vadim was to film Choderlos de Lados's novel, Les Liaisons dangereuses,
in 1959. (Translator'S note.)
5 'Action immediate': a routine spy thriller in the 'Coplan' series, made in 1956 and
starring Henri Vidal, Barbara Laage and Nicole Maurey. (Translator'S note.)
6 It is worth noting that in jamais? Vadim has given Marquand the role
played by Trintignant in Et Dieu ... crea la femme, while Hossein takes over the
role played by Marquand in the ear1ic..- film. (Author's note.)
7 In l.A Mort en ce jardin, Bunuel slips in a simi!ar shot - the at
night - into the heart of the jungle. (Author's note.) How similar the two shots
Godard compares here are is open to some dispute, since Bunuel's inserted shot
is so much closer to being
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4 Jean-Luc Godard: Les 400 Coups
('La Photo du Mois', Cahiers du Cinema 92,
February 1959)
With Les 400 Coups, Truffaut enters both modern cinema and the
classrooms of our childhood. Bernanos's humiliated children.
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children in power. Melville-Cocteau's en/ants terribles. Vigo's children,
Rossellini's children, in a word, Truffaut's children - a phrase which will
become common usage as soon as the film comes out. Soon people will
say Truffaut's children as they say Bengal Lancers, spoil-sports, Mafia
chiefs, road-hogs, or again in a word, cinema-addicts. In Les 400 Coups,
the director of Les Mistons will again have his camera, not up there with
the men like Old Man Hawks, but down among the children. If a certain
arrogance is implied in talking about 'up there' for the over-thirties, 'down
there' should also be taken as implying pride in the under-sixteens: Les
400 Coups will be the proudest, stubbornest, most obstinate, in other words
most free, film in the world. Morally speaking. Aesthetically, too. Henri
Decae's Dyaliscope images will dazzle us like those of Tarnished Angels.
The scenario will be fresh and airy like that of Juvenile Passion. The dialogue
and gestures as caustic as those in Baby Face Nelson. The editing as delicate
as that of The Goddess. PreCOcity will reveal its cloven hoof as in The Left-
Gun. These titles do not spring at random from the keys of my
eleCtric typewriter. They come from Truffaut' 5 list of the ten best
films of 1958. A charming and handsome family into which Les 400 Coups
fits beautifully. To sum up, what shall I say? This: Les 400 Coups will be a
Signed Frankness. Rapidity. Art. Novelty. Cinematograph. Orig-
mality. Impertinence. Seriousness. Tragedy. Renovation. Ubu-Roi.
Fantasy. Ferocity. Affection. Universality. Tenderness.
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Mouchette (filmed by Bresson as Mouchetle), but one of them is entitled Les Enfants
humilies. 'Vitrac's children in power' refers to Roger Vitrac's Surrealist play,
Victor ou les enfants au pouvoir, in which the nine-year-old hero, seven feet tall
and endowed with adult intelligence, and his six-year-old girl-friend, are the
only sane beings in an insane adult world. Jean-Pierre Melville filmed Cocteau's
Us Enfants terribles in 1949. Children, of course, loom large in both ofJean Vigo's
feature films: the rebel schoolboys in Zero de conduite, and the cabin-boy in
L'Ataiante. 'Rossellini's children' probably refers in particular to Germany Year
Zero. (Translator's note.)
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Person Plural'
('La Premiere Personne du pluriel', Cahiers
du Cinema 97, July 1959)
Les 400 Coups is not a masterpiece. So much the better for Truffaut!
In the first place the word has been so debased that it finally becomes
meaningless. Next, and above all, with a masterpiece in his pocket at
twenty-seven Truffaut would really have something to worry about - he
would have to spend his life trying to shed the burden. Les 400 Coups is
better than a masterpiece. Together with Hiroshima mon amour, it is one of
the two most original films made in France since the war.
Unafraid to mix genres, Truffaut begins in the usual narrative vein,
then, without warning, moves on to reportage, goes back to what appears
to be the story and on to a portrait of manners, with a bit of comedy and
tragedy inserted here and there. He tells us a complete story just as it
should be told, makes his presence felt as a scrupulous observer of reality,
investigator, then poet, and completes his film on a very beautiful
lmage which is also a first-rate director's idea.
Every time one sees Les 400 Coups one wonders how Truffaut manages
so miraculously to avoid confusion and chaos and end up with a work
that is moving and coherent. The miracle lies in Truffaut's talent; every
shot in the film is crowded with his ideas and imagination. Already in Les
Mistons the threads of the narrative were caught up in the whirlwind, and
what we tasted was the enchantment that attended the work and which
before our eyes gave cohesion to a formless mass, turning it into a unique
and engaging whole.
. Truffaut's films make me think of the magician who says 'Look! Nothing
10 my hands, nothing in my pockets!' Dazzling tricks follow one after the
other, and out of the hat pops the unexpected. But while he is a conjurer,
Truffaut abhors illusionism. He does not create out of thin air. The material
he uses is taken from what is richest and most solid - the real. There lies
his secret. Resolutely turning his back on that 'certain tendency' that he
had virulently denounced because it destroyed realism 'by locking human
beings in a closed world, barricaded by formulae, plays on words,
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maxims', Truffaut allows his characters Ito reveal themselves as they are
before our eyes'.
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In this, as in many other things, he remains true to
himself.
It is interesting to observe the extent to which his conceptions of the
script, the editing and the direction were already present in his critical
writing. Everyone knows the little series which aims to introduce great
writers 'in their own words'.2 Nothing is easier than to introduce Truffaut
lin his own words', by reference to his writing in Cahiers or Arts.
Go back and read his proclamation on the subject of the first Cinema-
Scope films in Cahiers no. 25, and you will understand why he has chosen
a similar process.
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Are you shocked by the dislocated construction of Les 400 Coups? Go
back to Cahiers no. 83 and re-read the article that he dedicated to Juvenile
Passion
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where to him each shot seemed rich and interesting because it
had the same value as all the others, and none had the function of
preparing for the following shot.
You judge his film imperfect? And what if he wished it to be so? You
doubt this? Consult Cahiers no. 47
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and learn from the words of Robert
Lachenay,6 a loyal friend and follower of Truffaut, that perfection does
not exist without an element of baseness, that all the great films in the
history of cinema were failures, that from the moment you acknowledge
that the cinema is more than just spectacle, notions of failure and success
lose their meaning.
Do you think that Truffaut the film-maker has short-changed his ideas
as a critic? Take another look at his output in Cahiers or Arts and you will
see - not without a few surprises - that Truffaut the critic has shaped the
director of the same name.
What is Truffaut's purpose:? To describe one of the most difficult periods
in our lives, which adults with a short men:l.Ory irequently endow with an
aura of hypocritical beauty. Les 400 Coups is an episode in life's problems,
the confusion of the individual thrown into the world without being asked
first, and refused any means of adjusting. It is a faithful account of the
incomprehension which parents and teachers often experience when faced
with the problems of children waking up to adult life. A second birth, but
no one will assume responsibility for the birth pangs. The child has no
alternative but to forge an acceptable world for himself with the means at
his disposal. But how he escape the t:agedy of everyday life, as long
as he is tom between hIS parents - fallen Idols - and an indifferent, if not
hostile world?
To appreciate the accuracy of the film it is enough to take any manual
of psychology or psychoanalysis and consult the chapter on the phenom-
enological description of 'the adolescent's difficult period of adjustment'.
All the characteristic features of adolescence are evidenced in the person-
ality and the situation of little Antoine Doinel.
But Truffaut, with a restraint that is all to his credit, finds it distasteful
to go into too much personal detail, to take the Icase' of his hero to excess.
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To secure the tears of his audience all the more easily I he could have made
his Antoine an Jextreme case', His film would have gained in violence and
facility. But there it is: with a kind of artistic masochism Truffaut refuses
anything easy. He and Marcel Moussy have systematically drained the
story of any too heavy emphasis. Antoine is neither too spoiled nor too
unhappy; just an adolescent like so many others. It is indifference he
comes up against, not ill-treatment. An unwanted child, he feels in the
way, the intruder on a couple locked in the problems of existence. In a
perpetual state of anguish he leaves behind one complicated situation only
to fall into another, in a web of lies that is as stupid as it is inevitable.
Who is to blame? Everyone, and no one. The film brings out a combination
of circumstances as the apparent root of the boy's fate - socio-economic
(financial situation of the parents, the cramped flat), family (relationship
between the parents and with the child) and individual (Antoine's maso-
chistic attitude in relation to his parents).
And so Truffaut's hero acquires an ambiguity that endows him with
truth, for which the writers of the script and the dialogue must be
congratulated. Antoine is a victim who at the same time colludes in his
oppression. Compare his swaggering demeanour outside with his
submissive attitude at home. Les 400 Coups has a note of authenticity and
a deep truth that cannot fail to move the viewer.
It has been said that the film was autobiographical. Truffaut disclaims
this completely. I am inclined to think that, after the fashion of one of his
masters, Hitchcock, he is laying false trails for his audience. He muddles
the clues as it takes his fancy. But lacking as yet the practised hand of the
celebrated Hollywood Englishman, he doesn't quite manage to conceal
what he is up to. Anyway, every film is in some sense autobiographical.
For better or worse, the film absorbs and reflects the personality of the
auteur. us 400 Coups is what you might call an imaginary autobiography,
a genre just as valid as the autobiography and in any case more artistic,
since it allows a freer transposition. One could try, as certain literary critics
do, to distinguish between the lived and the invented. A futile exercise,
for yet again, what does Truffaut the individual matter here? Let's be
content with saying that the subject matter of Les 400 Coups is the experi-
ences of Truffaut and Moussy as children, reflected upon and transposed
by Truffaut and Moussy as adults.
What should be emphasized are the qualities of the script and the mise
en scene: a phenomenological description of adolescence with the characters
and the action clearly situated right from the beginning, the complete
freedom of the little hero as we watch. This idea of 'freedom' calls for an
important comment: the impression is often that a hidden camera is
follOWing Antoine, that he has no idea that he is being filmed. And it is
precisely this illusion of the 'direct' and 'untampered with' that gives the
film that emotive quality which counterbalances the shock and disorder
that might be generated by the film's beginning. The adoption of the
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television style for the psychology scene by no means constitutes a stylistic
hiatus, but ultimately confirms the general impression of the 'direct'.
In this way Truffaut achieves a sense of the real that is rare in the
cinema and is underlined by his unfailing concern to refer to authentic
details. There is not a single shot where TruHaut does not use some
element of the setting to send the profound truth of his subject shattering
through the screen. He has an innate sense of inanimate objects and their
relationship to human beings. As in the works of the great novelists, these
characters also find themselves exposed to objects which oppose them
with a form of resistance. From this derives a sense of duration to which
we have been unaccustomed in the cinema. Truffaut has a passion for
everything that at first sight seems trivial: the papers to be burned, the
dustbin to be emptied, the curtains the boy uses to dry his hands, the
sideboard from which he takes the cutlery, the banana skin he cuts up,
etc. Things thus assume an importance and help to explain the hero's
character.
I am also struck by the way the film moves from the particular to the
general. The description of adolescence, as I said before, fits those given
in specialist manuals. Antoine is simultaneously Truffaut and Moussy,
you and me. Sartre said: 'You must know how to say we before you can
say I.' To talk to us Truffaut has chosen to begin with the first person
plural. In fact his film sometimes seems too general and not particular
enough. But what does it matter, since TruHaut progresses conSistently:
in Les Mistons 'we' was a group of children, here it is one. Not bad
going. Perhaps he will be reproached for some carelessness in the film's
construction, a touch of rawness in the story. But is there really a story
here? Isn't it rather as he has said himself, a chronicle of the thirteenth
year?
The ending is very beautiful, stopping the film with the hero's gesture
as he turns, leaving the door open to the future. But it still leaves us
unsatisfied: what will Antoine be like when he gets through adolescence?
No doubt Truffaut will deal with this other some day.7 Here his
purpose was only descriptive.
As in Les Mistons, Truffaut's infinite tenderness toward::; his characters
does not fail. He seeks to express it even better by referring to the film-
makers he admires: Vigo, Renoir, Rossellini. Sometimes he likes to pay
them direct homage with those 'lavish quotations' he himself talked about
in an article.
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It is of little importance. For the moment Truffaut is not yet
alone. He is going through his 'adolescence' as a director. He is still with
the 'we' as a means of expression. By necessity, but most of all because
of modesty (which is not the least of his qualities). And since I have taken
the liberty of explaining our friend in his own words, I shall quote yet
another of his articles: 'It must be clearly, that the greatest
film-makers in the world are fIfty; but it is important to practise the
cinema of one's own age and, If you are twenty-five and admire Dreyer,
to aim to equal Vampyr rather than Ordet. Youth is full of small ideas,
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young film-makers have to make films that are absurdly fast, with charac-
ters in a hurry or shots piled on,. vying for the last word; films full of small
ideas. Later the small ideas will disappear and give way to a single, big
idea.'9
It only remains for me to wish that Truffaut may make many films, so
that it will take as little time as possible before he addresses us in the first
person singular.
Notes
1 Truffaut, 'Une Certaine Tendance du cinema Cahiers 31,
January 1954, translated as 'A Certain Tendency of the French Cinema' in
Nichols, Movies and Methods, pp. 224--37.
2 A reference to the series 'Collection Ecrivains de Tou)ours', e.g. Baudelaire par
lui-menze, published by Editions du Seuil, Paris. (Translator's note.)
3 'En avoir plein la vue', Cahiers 25, July 1953, translated as 'A
Full View' in this volume (Ch. 34).
4 Truffaut, 'Si jeunes et des Japonais', Cahiers 83, May 1958, translated
as 'Juvenile Passion' in Truffaut, Films in My Life, pp. 244-7.
5 Truffaut (under the pseudonym Robert Lachenay), 'Abel Gance,
desordre et genie', Cahiers 47. May 1955, translated as 'La Tour de Nesle' in
Truffaut, Films in My Life, pp. 33-5. In the course of this review of Gance's La
Tour de Nesle, Gance's reputation as being 'failed' leads Truffaut into an arresting
discussion of genius and failure/success and imperfection/perfection:
The question now is whether one can be both a genius and a failure. I believe,
on the contrary, that failure is talent. To succeed is to fail. I wish to defend
the proposition that Abel Gance is the failed auteur of failed films. I am
convinced that there is no great film-maker who does not sacrifice something.
Renoir will sacrifice anything - plot, dialogue, technique - to get a better
performance from an actor. Hitchcock sacrifices believability in order to
present an extreme situation that he has chosen in advance. Rossellini sacr-
ifices the connection between movement and light to achieve greater warmth
in his interpreters. Murnau, Hawks, Lang sacrifice realism in their settings
and atmosphere. Nicholas Ray and Griffith sacrifice sobriety. But a film that
succeeds, according to the common wisdom, is one in which all the elements
are equally balanced in a whole that merits the adjective 'perfect'. Still, I assert
that perfection and success are mean, indecent, immoral and obscene. In
this regard, the most hateful film is unarguably La Kermesse heroique because
everything in it is incomplete, its boldness is attenuated; it is reasonable,
measured, its doors are half-open, the paths are sketched and only sketched;
everything in it is pleasant and perfect. All great films are 'failed'. They were
called so at the time, and some are still so labelled: Zero de conduite, L' Atalante,
Faust, True Heart Susie, Intolerance, La Chienne, Metropolis, Liliom, Sunrise, Queen
Kelly, Un Grand Amour de Beethoven (Gance), Abraham Lincoln (Griffith), Venus
aveugle (Gance), La Regie du jeu, Le Carrosse d'or, I Confess, Stromboli - I cite
them in no particular order and I'm sure I'm leaving out others that are just
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your eyes an example of the perennial argument about official art ...
6 Robert Lachenay: between 1953 and 1956 Truffaut wrote quite often in Cahiers
under this pseudonym: the choice of name would seem to derive from the main
character in Renoir's La RegIe du jeu, Robert de la Chesnaye.
7 Truaut did of course return to the continuing story of Antoine Doinel, as
played by Jean-Pierre Leaud, in Antoine et Colette (episode in the film L' Amour a
vingt ans, 1962), Baisers voles (1968), Domicile conjugale (1970), L'Amour en fuite
(1979).
8 Truffaut, 'La Main de Marilyn', Cahiers 57, March 1956, translated as
'The Seven Year Itch' in Truffaut, Films in My Life, pp. 159-61.
9 Truffaut, Cahiers 83, op. cit.
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6 Jean Domarchi, Jacques Doniol-
Valcroze, Jean-Luc Godard, Pierre
Kast, Jacques Rivette, Eric
Rohmer: 'Hiroshima, notre amour'
(,Hiroshima, notre amour', Cahiers du
Cinema 97, July 1959 (extracts))
In Cahiers no. 71 some of our editorial board held the first round-table discussion
on the then critical question of French cinema. Today the release of Hiroshima
mon amour is an event which seems important enough to warrant a new
discussion.
Rohmer: I think everyone will agree with me if I start by saying that
Hiroshima is a film about which you can say everything.
Godard: So let's start by saying that it's literature.
Rohmer: And a kind of literature that is a little dubious, in so far as it
imitates the American school that was so fashionable in Paris after 1945.
Kast: The relationship between literature and cinema is neither good nor
clear. I think all that one can say is that literary people have a kind of
confused contempt for the cinema, and film people suffer from a
confused feeling of inferiority. The uniqueness of Hiroshima is that the
Marguerite Duras-Alain Resnais collaboration is an exception to the rule
I have just stated.
Godard: Then we can say that the very first thing that strikes you about
this film is that it is totally devoid of any cinematic references. You can
describe Hiroshima as Faulkner plus Stravinsky, but you can't identify it
as such and such a film-maker plus such and such another.
Rivette: Maybe Resnais's film doesn't have any specific cinematic refer-
ences, but I think you can find references that are oblique and more
profound, because it's a film that recalls Eisenstein, in the sense that
you can see some of Eisenstein's ideas put into practice and, moreover,
m a very new way.
Godard: When I said there were no cinematic references, I meant that
seeing Hiroshima gave one the impression of watching a film that would
have been quite inconceivable in terms of what one was already familiar
with in the cinema. For instance, when you see India you know that
you'll be surprised, but you are more or less anticipating that surprise.
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Similarly, I know that Le Testament du docteur Cordelier will surprise me,
just as Elena et les hommes did. However, with Hiroshima I feel as if I am
seeing something that I didn't expect at all.
[ ... ]
Rohmer: Suppose we talk a bit about route la memoire du monde. As far as
I'm concerned it is a film that is still rather unclear. Hiroshima has made
certain aspects of it clearer for me, but not all.
Rivette: It's without doubt the most mysterious of all Resnais's short films.
Through its subject, which is both very modern and very disturbing, it
echoes what Renoir said in his interviews with us, that the most crucial
thing that's happening to our civilization is that it is in the process of
becoming a civilization of specialists. Each one of us is more and more
locked into his own little domain, and incapable of leaving it. There is
no one nowadays who has the capacity to decipher both an ancient
inscription and a modern scientific formula. Culture and the common
treasure of mankind have become the prey of the specialists. I think
that was what Resnais had in mind when he made route la memoire du
monde. He wanted to show that the only task necessary for mankind in
the search for that unity of culture was, through the work of every
individual, to try to reassemble the scattered fragments of the universal
culture that is being lost. And I think that is why route la memoire du
monde ended with those higher and higher shots of the central hall,
where you can see each reader, each researcher in his place, bent over
his manuscript, yet all of them side by side, all in the process of trying
to assemble the scattered pieces of the mosaic, to find the lost secret of
humanity; a secret that is perhaps called happiness.
Domarchi: When all is said and done, it is a theme not so far from the
theme of Hiroshima. You've been saying that on the level of form Resnais
comes close to Eisenstein, but it's just as much on the level of content
too, since both attempt to unify opposites, or in other words their art
is dialectical.
Rivette: Resnais's great obsession, if I may use that word, is the sense of
the splitting of primary unity - the world is broken up, fragmented into
a series of tiny pieces, and it has to be put back together again like a
jigsaw. I think that for Resnais this reconstitution of the pieces operates
on two levels. First on the level of content, of dramatization. Then, I
think even more importantly, on the level of the idea of cinema itself.
I have the impression that for Alain Resnais the cinema consists in
attempting to create a whole with fragments that are a priori dissimilar.
For example, in one of Resnais's films two concrete phenomena which
have no logical or dramatic connection are linked solely because they
are both filmed in tracking shots at the same speed.
Godard: You can see all that is Eisensteinian about Hiroshima because it is
in fact the very idea of montage, its definition even.
Rivette: Yes. Montage, for Eisenstein as for Resnais, consists in redis-
covering unity from a basis of fragmentation, but without concealing
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the fragmentation in doing so; on the contrary, emphasizing it by
emphasizing the autonomy of the shot.
It's a double movement - emphasizing the autonomy of the shot and
Simultaneously seeking within that shot a strength that will enable it to
enter into a relationship with another or several other shots, and in this
way eventually form a unity. But don't forget, this unity is no longer
that of classic continuity. It is a unity of contrasts, a dialectical unity as
Hegel and Domarchi would say. (Laughter.)
Doniol-Valcroze: A reduction of the disparate.
Rohmer: To sum up, Alain Resnais is a cubist. I mean that he is the first
modem film-maker of the sound film. There were many modem film-
makers in silent films: Eisenstein, the Expressionists, and Dreyer too.
But I think that sound films have perhaps been more classical than
silents. There has not yet been any profoundly modem cinema that
attempts to do what cubism did in painting and the American novel in
literature, in other words a kind of reconstitution of reality out of a kind
of splintering which could have seemed quite arbitrary to the unin-
itiated. And on this basis one could explain Resnais's interest in Guer-
nica, which is one of Picasso's cubist paintings for all that it isn't true
cubism but more like a return to cubism - and also the fact that Faulkner
or Dos Passos may have been the inspiration, even if it was by way of
Marguerite Duras.
Kast: From what we can see, Resnais didn't ask Marguerite Duras for a
piece of second-rate literary work meant to be 'turned into a film', and
conversely she didn't suppose for a second that what she had to say,
to write, might be beyond the scope of the cinema. You have to go very
far back in the history of the cinema, to the era of great naivete and
great ambitions - relatively rarely put into practice - to someone like a
Delluc, in order to find such a will to make no distinction between the
literary purpose and the process of cinematic creation.
Rohmer: From that point of view the objection that I made to begin with
would vanish - one could have reproached some film-makers with
taking the American novel as their inspiration - on the grounds of its
superficiality. But since here it's more a question of a profound equival-
ence, perhaps Hiroshima really is a totally new film. That calls into'
question a thesis which I confess \\ i\S mine until now and which I can
just as soon abandon without any difficulty (laughter), and that is the
classicism of the cinema in relation to the other arts. There is no doubt
that the cinema also could just as soon leave behind its classical period
to enter a modern period. I think that in a few years, in ten, twenty or
thirty years, we shall know whether Hiroshima was the most important
fUm since the war, the first modern film of sound cinema, or whether
it was possibly less important than we thought. In any case it is an
extremely important film, but it could be that it will even gain stature
with the years. It could be, too, that it will lose a little.
Godard: Like LA Regie du jeu on the one hand and films like Quai des brumes
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or Le Jour se [eve on the other. Both of Came's films are very, very
important, but nowadays they are a tiny bit less important than Renoir's
film.
Rohmer: Yes. And on the grounds that I found some elements in Hiroshima
less seductive than others, I reserve judgment. There was something in
the first few frames that irritated me. Then the film very soon made me
lose this feeling of irritation. But I can understand how one could like
and admire Hiroshima and at the same time find it quite jarring in places.
Doniol-Valcroze: Morally or aesthetically?
Godard: It's the same thing. Tracking shots are a question of morality.
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Kast: It's indisputable that Hiroshima is a literary film. Now, the epithet
'literary' is the supreme insult in the everyday vocabulary of the cinema.
What is so shattering about Hiroshima is its negation of this connotation
of the word. It's as if Resnais had assumed that the greatest cinematic
ambition had to coincide with the greatest literary ambition. By substi-
tuting pretension for ambition you can beautifully sum up the reviews
that have appeared in several newspapers since the film came out.
Resnais's initiative was intended to displease all those men of letters -
whether they're that by profession or aspiration - who have no love for
anything in the cinema that fails to justify the unformulated contempt
in which they already hold it. The total fusion of the film with its Script
is so obvious that its enemies instantly understood that it was precisely
at this point that the attack had to be made: granted, the film is beautiful,
but the text is so literary, so uncinematic, etc., etc. In reality I can't see
at all how one can even conceive of separating the two.
Godard: Sacha Guitry would be very pleased with all that.
Doniol-Valcroze: No one sees the connection.
Godard: But it's there. The text, the famous false problem of the text and
the image. Fortunately we have finally reached the point where even
the literary people, who used to be of one accord with the provincial
exhibitors, are no longer of the opinion that the important thing is the
image. And that is what Sacha Guitry proved a long time ago. I say
'proved' advisedly. Because Pagnol, for example, wasn't able to prove
it. Since Truffaut isn't with us I am very happy to take his place by
incidentally making the point that Hiroshima is an indictment of all
those who did not go and see the Sacha Guitry retrospective at the
Cinematheque.
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Doniol-Valcroze: If that's what Rohmer meant by the irritating side of the
film, I acknowledge that Guitry's films have an irritating side.
[ ... ]
Essentially, more than the feeling of watching a really adult woman in
a film for the first time, I think that the strength of the Emmanuelle
Riva character is that she is a woman who isn't aiming at an adult's
psychology, just as in Les 400 Coups little Jean-Pierre Leaud wasn't
aiming at a child's psychology, a style of behaviour prefabricated by
professional scriptwriters. Emmanuelle Riva is a modern adult woman
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because she is not an adult woman. Quite the contrary, she is very
childish, motivated solely by her impulses and not by her ideas.
Antonioni was the first to show us this kind of woman.
Rohmer: Have there already been adult women in the cinema?
Domarchi: Madame Bovary.
Godard: Renoir's or Minnelli's?
Domarchi: It goes without saying. (Laughter.) Let's say Elena, then.
Rivette: Elena is an adult woman in the sense that the female character
played by Ingrid Bergman
3
is not a classic character, but of a classic
modernism, like Renoir's or Rossellini's. Elena is a woman to whom
sensitivity matters, instinct and all the deep mechanisms matter, but
they are contradicted by reason, the intellect. And that derives from
classic psychology in terms of the interplay of the mind and the senses.
While the Emmanuelle Riva character is that of a woman who is not
irrational, but is not-rational. She doesn't understand herself. She
doesn't analyse herself. Anyway, it is a bit like what Rossellini tried
to do in Stromboli. But in Stromboli the Bergman character was clearly
delineated, an exact curve. She was a 'moral' character. Instead of which
the Emmanuelle Riva character remains voluntarily blurred and
ambiguous. Moreover, that is the theme of Hiroshima: a woman who no
longer knows where she stands, who no longer knows who she is, who
tries desperately to redefine herself in relation to Hiroshima, in relation
to this Japanese man, and in relation to the memories of Nevers that
come back to her. In the end she is a woman who is starting all over
again, going right back to the beginning, trying to define herself in
existential terms before the world and before her past, as if she were
once more unformed matter in the process of being born.
Godard: So you could say that Hiroshima is Simone de Beauvoir that works.
Domarchi: Yes. Resnais is illustrating an existentialist conception of
psychology .
Doniol-Valcroze: As in Tourney into Autumn or So Close to Life,4 but elaborated
and done more systematically.
[ ... ]
Domarchi: In fact, in a se!lse Hiroshima is a documentary on Emmanuelle
Riva. I would be interested to know what she thinks of the film.
Rivette: Her acting takes the same direction as the film. It is a tremendous
effort of composition. I think that we are again locating the schema I was
trying to draw out just now: an endeavour to fit the pieces together
again; within the consciousness of the heroine, an effort on her part to
regroup the various elements of her persona and her consciousness in
order to build a whole out of these fragments, or at least what have
become interior fragments through the shock of that meeting at Hiro-
shima. One would be right in thinking that the film has a double
beginning after the bomb; on the one hand, on the plastic level and the
intellectual level, since the film's first image is the abstract image of the
couple on whom the shower of ashes falls, and the entire beginning is
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simply a meditation on Hiroshima after the explosion of the bomb. But
you can say too that, on another level, the film begins after the explosion
for Emmanuelle Riva, since it begins after the shock which has resulted
in her disintegration, dispersed her social and psychological personality,
and which means that it is only later that we guess, through what is
implied, that she is married, has children in France, and is an actress -
in short, that she has a structured life. At Hiroshima she experiences a
shock, she is hit by a 'bomb' which explodes her consciousness, and
for her from that moment it becomes a question of finding herself again,
re-composing herself. In the same way that Hiroshima had to be rebuilt
after atomic destruction, Emmanuelle Riva in Hiroshima is going to try
to reconstruct her reality. She can only achieve this through using the
synthesis of the present and the past, what she herself has discovered
at Hiroshima and what she has experienced in the past at Nevers.
Doniol-Valcroze: What is the meaning of the line that keeps being repeated
by the Japanese man at the beginning of the film: 'No, you saw nothing
at Hiroshima'?
Godard: It has to be taken in the simplest sense. She saw nothing because
she wasn't there. Nor was he. However, he also tells her that she has
seen nothing of Paris, yet she is a Parisian. The point of departure is
the moment of awareness, or at the very least the desire to become
aware. I think Resnais has filmed the novel that the young French
novelists are all trying to write, people like Butor, Robbe-Grillet, Bastide
and of course Marguerite Duras. I can remember a radio programme
where Regis Bastide was talking about Wild Strawberries and he suddenly
realized that the cinema had managed to express what he thought
belonged exclusively in the domain of literature, and that the problems
which he, as a novelist, was setting himself had already been solved by
the cinema without its even needing to pose them for itself. I think it's
a very significant point.
Kilst: We've already seen a lot of films that parallel the novel's rules of
construction. Hiroshima goes further. We are at the very core of a reflec-
tion on the narrative form itself. The passage from the present to the
past, the persistence of the past in the present, are here no longer
determined by the subject, the plot, but by pure lyrical movements. In
reality, Hiroshima evokes the essential conflict between the plot and the
novel. Nowadays there is a gradual tendency for the novel to get rid of
the psychological plot. Alain Resnais's film is completely bound up with
this modification of the structures of the novel. The reason for this is
simple. There is no action, only a kind of double endeavour to under-
stand what a love story can mean. First at the level of individuals, in a
kind of long struggle between love and its Own erosion through the
passage of time. As if love, at the very instant it happens, were already
threatened with being forgotten and destroyed. Then, also, at the level
of the connections between an individual experience and an objective
historical and social situation. The love of these anonymous characters
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is not located on the desert island usually reserved for games of passion.
It takes place in a specific context, which only accentuates and under-
lines the horror of contempnrary society. 'Enmeshing a love story in a
context which takes into dccount knowledge of the unhappiness of
others,' Resnais says somewhere. His film is not made up of a documen-
tary on Hiroshima stuck lm to a plot, as has been said by those who
don't take the time to IOl)k ilt things properly. For Titus and Berenice
in the ruins of Hiroshima are inescapably no longer Titus and Berenice.
Rohmer: To sum up, it is no longer a reproach to say that this film is
literary, since it happens that Hiroshima moves not in the wake of litera-
ture but well in advance of it. 5 There are certainly specific influences:
Proust, Joyce, the Americans, but they are assimilated as they would
be by a young-novelist writing his first novel, a first novel that would
be an event, a date to be accorded significance, because it would mark
a step forward.
Godard: The profoundly literary aspect perhaps also explains the fact that
people who are usually irritated by the cinema within the cinema, while
the theatre within the theatre or the novel within the novel don't affect
them in the same way, are not irritated by the fact that in Hiroshima
Emmanuelle Riva plays the part of a film actress who is in fact involved
in making a film.
Doniol-Valcroze: I think it is a device of the script, and on Resnais's part
there are deliberate devices in the handling of the subject. In my opinion
Resnais was very much afraid that his film might be seen as nothing
more than a propaganda film. He didn't want it to be potentially useful
for any specific political ends. This may be marginally the reason why
he neutralized a possible 'fighter for peace' element through the girl
having her head shaved after the Liberation. In any case he thereby
gave a political message its deep meaning instead of its superficial
meaning.
Domarchi: It is for this same reason that the girl is a film actress. It allows
Resnais to raise the question of the anti-atomic struggle at a secondary
level, and, for example, instead of showing a real march with people
carrying placards, he shows a filmed reconstruction of a march during
which, at regular intervals, an image comes up to remind the viewers
.that it is a film they ilre watching.
RIvette: It is the same intellectual strategy as Pierre Klossowski used in his
first novel, La \locatioll suspcndue. He presented his story as the review
of a book that had been published earlier. Both are a double movement
of consciousness, and so WE' come back again to that key word, which
is at the same time a vogue word: dialectic - a movement which consists
in presenting the thing and at the same time an act of distancing in
relation to that thing, in order to be critical - in other words, denying
it and affirming it. To return to the same example, the march, instead
of being a creation of the director, becomes an objective fact that is
filmed twice over by the director. For Klossowski and for Resnais the
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problem is to give the readers or the viewers the sensation that what
they are going to read or to see is not an author's creation but an
element of the real world. Objectivity, rather than authenticity, is the
right word to characterize this intellectual strategy, since the film-maker
and the novelist look from the same vantage-point as the eventual reader
or viewer.
[ ... ]
Since we are in the realm of aesthetics, as well as the reference to
Faulkner I think it just as pertinent to mention a name that in my
opinion has an indisputable connection with the narrative technique of
Hiroshima: Stravinsky. The problems which Resnais sets himself in film
are parallel to those that Stravinsky sets himself in music. For example,
the definition of music given by Stravinsky - an alternating succession
of exaltation and repose - seems to me to fit Alain Resnais's film
perfectly. What does it mean? The search for an eqUilibrium superior to
all the individual elements of creativity. Stravinsky systematically uses
contrasts and simultaneously, at the very point where they are used,
he brings into relief what it is that unites them. The principle of Stravin-
sky's music is the perpetual rupture of the rhythm. The great novelty
of The Rite of Spring was its being the first musical work where the
rhythm was systematically varied. Within the field of rhythm, not tone,
it was already almost serial music, made up of rhythmical oppositions,
structures and series. And I get the impression that this is what Resnais
is aiming at when he cuts together four tracking shots, then suddenly
a static shot, two static shots and back to a tracking shot. Within the
juxtaposition of static and tracking shots he tries to find what unites
them. In other words he is seeking simultaneously an effect of oppo-
sition and an effect of profound unity.
Godard: It's what Rohmer was saying before. It's Picasso, but it isn't
Matisse.
Domarchi: Matisse - that's RosseUini.
6
(Laughter.)
Rivette: I find it is even more Braqa! than Picasso, in the sense that
Braque's entire reuvre is to that particular reflection, while
Picasso's is tremendously Orson \,\telles would be more like
Picasso, while Alain Resnais is close to Hraqde to the degree that the
work of art is primarily a reflection in a particular direction.
Godard: When I said Picasso I was thinking mainly of the colours.
Rivette: Yes, but Braque too. He is a painter who wants both to soften
strident colours and make soft colours violent. Braque wants bright
yellow to be soft and Manet grey to be sharp. Well now, we've
mentioned quite a few 'names', so you can see just how cultured we
are. Cahiers du Cinema is true to form, as always. (Laughter.)
Godard: There is one film that must have given Alain Resnais something
to think about, and what's more, he edited it: La Pointe courte.
Rivette: Obviously. But I donlt think it:s false to Agnes Varda to say
that by virtue of the fact that Resnals edIted La Pointe courte his editing
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itself contained a reflection on what Agnes Varda had intended. To a
certain degree Agnesvarda becomes a fragment of Alain Resnais, and
Chris marker too. 7
Doniol-Valcroze: Now's the time to bring up Alain Resnais's 'terrible
tenderness' which makes him devour his own friends by turning them
into moments in his personal creativity. Resnais is Saturn. And that's
why we all feel quite weak when we are confronted with him.
Rohmer: We have no wish to be devoured. It's lucky that he stays on the
Left Bank of the Seine and we keep to the Right Bank.
8
Godard: When Resnais shouts' Action', his sound engineer replies 'Saturn'
tourne', i.e. 'it's rolling']. (Laughter.) Another thing - I'm thinking
of an article by Roland Barthes on Les Cousins where he more or less
said that these days talent had taken refuge in the right. Is Hiroshima a
left-wing film or a right-wing film?
Rivette: Let's say that there has always been an aesthetic left, the one
Cocteau talked about and which, furthermore, according to Radiguet,
had to be contradicted, so that in its turn that contradiction could be
contradicted, and so on. As far as I'm concerned, if Hiroshima is a left-
wing film it doesn't bother me in the slightest.
Rohmer: From the aesthetic point of view modern art has always been
positioned to the left. But just the same, there's nothing to stop one
thinking that it's possible to be modern without necessarily being left-
wing. In other words, it is possible, for example, to reject a particular
conception of modern art and regard it as out of date, not in the same
but, if you like, in the opposite sense to dialectics. With regard to the
cinema one shouldn't consider its evolution solely in terms of chron-
ology. For example, the history of the sound film is very unclear in
comparison with the history of the silent film. That's why even if Resnais
has made a film that's ten years ahead of its time, it's wrong to assume
that in ten years' time there will be a Resnais period that will follow on
from the present one.
Rivette: ObViously, since if Resnais IS ahc3d of his time he does it by
remaining true to October, in the sarr,e 'Nay thnt Picasso's Las Meninas is
true to Velazquez.
Rohmer: Yes. Hiroshima is a fil!'n that plunges at the same time into the
past, the present and the future. It has a very strong sense of the future,
.particularly the anguish of the future.
Rlvette: It's right to talk about the science-fiction element in Resnais. But
it's also wrong, because he is the only film-maker to convey the feeling
that he has already reached a world which in other people's eyes is still
futuristic. In other words he is the only one to know that we are already
in the age where science-fiction has become reality. In short, Alain
Resnais is the only one of us who truly lives in 1959. With him the word
'sciencefiction' loses all its pejorative and childish associations because
Resnais is able to see the modern world as it is. Like the science-fiction
writers he is able to show us all that is frightening in it, but also all that
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is human. Unlike the Fritz Lang of Metropolis or the Jules Verne of Cinq
cents millions de Ia Begum, unlike the classic notion of science-fiction as
expressed by a Bradbury or a Lovecraft or even a Van Vogt - all reaction-
aries in the end - it is very obvious that Resnais possesses the great
originality of not reacting inside science-fiction. Not only does he opt for
this modern and futuristic world, not only does he accept it, but he
analyses it deeply, with lucidity and with love. Since this is the world
in which we live and love, then for Resnais it is this world that is good,
just and true.
Domarchi: That brings us back to this idea of terrible tenderness that is at
the centre of Resnais's reflection. Essentially it is explained by the fact
that for him society is characterized by a kind of anonymity. The wretch-
edness of the world derives from the fact of being struck down without
knowing who is the aggressor. In Nuit et brouillard the commentary
points out that some guy born in Carpentras or Brest has no idea that
he is going to end up in a concentration camp, that already his fate is
sealed. What impresses Resnais is that the world presents itself like an
anonymous and abstract force that strikes where it likes, anywhere, and
whose will cannot be determined in advance. It is out of this conflict
between individuals and a totally anonymous universe that is born a
tragic vision of the world. That is the first stage of Resnais's thought.
Then there comes a second stage which consists in channelling this first
movement. Resnais has gone back to the romantic theme of the conflict
between the individual and society, so dear to Goethe and his imitators,
as it was to the nineteenth-century English novelists. But in their works
it was the conflict between a man and palpable social forms that was
clearly defined, while in Resnais there is none of that. The conflict is
represented in a completely abstract way; it is between man and the
universe. One can then react in an extremely tender way towards this
state of affairs. I mean that it is no longer necessary to be indignant to
protest or even to explain. It is enough to show things without any
emphasiS, very subtly. And subtlety has always characterized Alain
Resnais.
Rivette: Resnais is sensitive to the current abstract nature of the World.
The first movement of his films is to state this abstraction. The second
is to overcome reduci;lg it through itself, if I may
put it that way; by Juxtaposmg WIth each aostraction another abstraction
in order to rediscover a concrete reality through the very act of setting
them in relation to one another.
Godard: That's the exact opposite of Rossellini's procedure - he was
outraged because abstract art had become official art.
9
So Resnais's
tenderness is metaphysical, it isn't Christian. There is no notion of
charity in his films.
Rivette: Obviously not. Resnais is an agnostic. If there is a God he believes
in, it's worse than St Thomas Aquinas's. His attitude is this: perhaps
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God exists, perhaps there is an explanation for everything, but there's
nothing that allows us to be sure of it.
GodJzrd: Like Dostoevsky's Stavrogin, who, if he believes, doesn't believe
that he believes, and if he doesn't believe, doesn't believe that he doesn't
believe. Besides, at the end of the film does Emmanuelle Riva leave, or
does she stay? One can ask the same question about her as about Agnes
in Les Dames du Bois de Boulogrze, when you ask yourself whether she
lives or dies.
Rivette: That doesn't matter. It's fine if half the audience thinks that
Emmanuelle Riva stays with the Japanese man and the other half thinks
that she goes back to France.
Domarchi: Marguerite Duras and Resnais say that she leaves, and leaves
for good.
Godard: I'll believe them when they make another film that proves it to
me.
Rivette: I don't think it really matters at all, for Hiroshima is a circular film.
At the end of the last reel you can easily move back to the first, and so
on. Hiroshima is a parenthesis in time. It is a film about reflection, on
the past and on the present. Now, in reflection, the passage of time is
effaced because it is a parenthesis within duration. And it is within this
duration that Hiroshima is inserted. In this sense Resnais is close to a
writer like Borges, who has always tried to write stories in such a way
that on reaching the last line the reader has to tum back and re-read
the story right from the first line to understand what it is about - and
so it goes on, relentlessly. With Resnais it is the same notion of the
infinitesimal achieved by material means, mirrors face to face, series of
labyrinths. It is an idea of the infinite but contained within a very short
interval, since ultimately the 'time' of Hiroshima can just as well last
twenty-four hours as one second.
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Notes
1 'Tracking shots are a of morality': Godard's dictum, intentionally
provocative in its liIne fm its to distinguish form from content (see, for
example, Richard Roud on this issue, 'The French Line', Sight and Sound, vol.
29, no. 4, Autumn 1960), has achieved a certain notoriety; but Luc Moullet, in
an article on Samuel Full(,T in Calliers 93, March 1959, had already pronounced
that 'morality is a question of tracking shots': see Luc Moullet, 'Sam Fuller: In
Marlowe's Footsteps', Ch. 2(1 in this volume.
2 Truffaut had been writing very enthusiastically about Sacha Guitry's
work, much to the astonishment of some of his Cahiers colleagues, who tended
to ftnd it theatrical; Guitry was re-rediscovered, as it were, by Cahiers in the
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1960s. See Truffaut, Films in my Ufe, pp. 214-16 (on Guitry's Assassins et voleurs;
originally published as 'Du cinema pur' in Cahiers 70, April 1957) and pp. 216-19
('Sacha Guitry the Villain', also 1957, probably from Arts).
3 For clarity, Ingrid Bergman plays Elena, the title role in Jean Renoir's 1956 film
Elena et les hommes.
4 Journey into Autumn (Kvinnodrom, also known as Dreams, Ingmar Bergman, 1955),
So Close to Ufe (Nara livet, also known as Brink of Life, Bergman, 1957). Bergman
was at this time one of Cahiers' most favoured auteurs (see my Introduction to
the section on Italian cinema, in this volume): a Cinematheque retrospective in
1958 was followed by the phased release of almost all Bergman's films and in
195&-9 hardly an issue of Cahiers went by without a review, interview or article
on Bergman; see, for example, Godard, 'Bergmanorama', Cahiers 85, July 1958,
reprinted in Godard on Godard, pp. 75-80.
5 Cf. the discussion about literature and film towards the end of the discussion
'Six Characters in Search of auteurs', Ch. 2 in this volume. Evidently, part of the
value placed on Hiroshima mon amour comes from the literary context made very
clear in that discussion.
6 The reference is to Rivette's 'Letter on Rossellini', Ch. 26 in this volume.
7 As indicated in the text, Resnais had edited Agnes Varda's 1955 feature, La
Pointe courte; Resnais and Chris Marker had shared direction, script and commen-
tary credits on Les Statues meurent aussi (1950-3), a short film about the decline
of black African art brought about by contact with Western civilization (banned
by the French censor until 1965); Marker had also collaborated on Resnais's and
Andre Heinrich's short film Le Mystere de l'Atelier 15 (1957), contributing the
film's commentary.
8 Together, Resnais, Varda and Marker and their associates formed what came to
be known sometimes as the 'Left Bank' group within the nouvelle vague, in
contradistinction to the 'Right Bank' group associated primarily with Cahiers
(Godard, Truffaut, Rivette, Rohmer, Chabro!, Doniol-Valcroze). The distinction
is no longer as clear as it seemed in 1959-60, but the 'Left Bank' group (who
did live on the Left Bank) marked itseif off from the 'Right Bank' group in
sharing a significantly more left-wing political stance (hence the aesthetics-
politics discussion which follows) and a more active social concern, as well as
having a closer relationship to modernist tendencies in the arts, and especially
in literature (novelists Marguerite Duras and Alain Robbe-Grillet collaborating
on Resnais's first two features), and hence a more pronounced concern (at this
time, anyway) with formal innovatIon.
9 The reference is to the interview with Rossellini in Cahiers 94, April 1959,
reprinted as Ch. 28(ii) in this volume.
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Part Two
American Cinema

Introduction

What Cahiers felt much American cinema (and much Italian cinema)
offered, and French cinema did not, was what Roger Leenhardt called a
'direct engagement with reality' ,1 Since this was the precise opposite of
the conventional Anglo-Saxon view of American cinema at the time (and
even now) - a view in which American cinema was seen to be largely
'escapist', removed from contemporary reality - the Cahiers view needs
Some explanation. Among the explanations offered by Anglo-Saxon critics
at the time were that the critics were misled by their lack of
knowledge of English, or were taken in by the exoticism of American
cinema.
2
Whatever the truth of those views, the primary"concerns evident
in the critical writing which follows point elsewhere. '
As I have argued in introducing the material on French' cinema, a
constant perspective in discussion of all cinema in Cahiers was French
cinema - the contrasts which could be made, the l{!ssons which could be
learned. Although American cinema often appeared to be of paramount
importance to Cahiers, it was not the best model for French cinema, and
partly because of this Cahiers' greatest auteurs were not American: Rivette
concludes his 'Notes on a Revolution' with pride of accorded to
Rossellini, and Rohmer, in 'Rediscovering America', is explicit about his
'dearest masters: Murnclu, Dnyt'r, Eisenstein, Renoir, Rossellini'- At some
level there was always an acknowledgment that one reason for this was
to be found in the industrial nature of 'Hollywood' asa system. Rivette's
essay appears to reject any consideration of either ecoQomics or conven-
tions of genre - both to be irrelevant - and to retain as important
only some few names of auteurs, but some recognition of production
conditions creeps back into his argument. Rohmer is a little more cautious:
the economic power of Hollywood" he is nevertheless
mc1ined to see it as a favourable creative climate, taking a position similar
to Bazin's in 'On the politiql4e des auteurs', that 'the cinema is an art which
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is both popular and industrial' and that Hollywood in particular is
supported by the 'vitality and ... excellence of a tradition'. 3
At one level the differences between Rohmer and Rivette derive from
the kind of American cinema they were describing and promoting. Thus,
while Rohmer has in mind a 'classicism of form and inspiration', an art
making a universal appeal with 'a certain idea of man' - a cinema
represented quintessentially for Rohmer by Hawks
4
- Rivette has in mind
a 'modern', evef\ 'revolutionary', American cinema best represented by
Nicholas Ray, formally more at odds with narrative conventions, with an
apparent 'clumsiness' and naivete. At the same time, Rivette and Rohmer
agree on cinema as 'the art of action'. In some ways this is close to the
aesthetic promoted by V. F. Perkins in Film as Film,S but for Cahiers 'action'
was both a very specifically non-discursive or non-literary quality and
action in the sense of 'all-action adventure', the vehicle by means of which
cinema was also 'the art of the moralist', morality being created through
action.
6
Action also meant violence, particularly for Rivette's 'modern'
American cinema, both as a subject matter - a rejection of social conven-
tions, balanced by contemplation - and as a style, a violent confrontation
with narrative conventions. The continuing concern with action and viol-
ence in American' cinema - partly a reaction against European gentility
and intellectualism, partly an expression of a certain male perspective -
though evidently necessary, given its predominance in American cinema,
always proved difficult, as we shall see.
Rohmer's 'classicism' (though also 'modern' in its response to the
'natural or social environment') emphas+zes universal themes such as
'power and the law, will and destiny, individual freedom and the common
good', while Rivette's 'revolutionary' cinema stresses the desire of auteurs
to 'produce work that is modern ... [to] draw the most striking picture
of the contemporary world'. Hence also the distinction between the
'serenity' of the themes and style of a Hawks and the 'modern bitterness
and disenchantment' of a Ray, a distinction obviously akin to the one
which Bazin makes between the classically heroic persona of Gary Cooper
and the persona of Bogart, modern in its ambiguity and interiority, its
'moral contradictions' (even if Bogart was also Hawksian in his stoicism).
Just as Bazin insisted more emphatically "than his colleagues on the
constraints of industry and genre conventions,? 50 his characteristically
thoughtful and provocative Bogart obituary essay pointed to the star as a
source of meaning independent of the designs of the auteur: 'the perma-
nence of the character . . . lies beyond his roles'. Stars were examined in
Cahiers from time to time with some seriousness: Bazin refers to Lachenay
(i.e. Truaut) on Bogart,S and there were also analyses of stars such as Rita
Hayworth,9 Marilyn Monroe
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and Ava Gardner,l1 although the evident
emphasis on the erotic aspect of female star images bears witness to a
degree of sexism readily apparent in the opening paragraph of Bazin's
Bogart essay.
But despite stars, despite industrial factors, despite genre, authorship _
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the politique des auteurs - was the undisputed system on which almost
Cahiers writing was based; even Bazin/s critique of the politique lent It
fundamental support in essentials. This was as true of Cahiers writing
about other cinemas as of their writing on American cinema - Truffaut's
seminal essay being precisely concerned with French cinema
12
- but because
of its more evidently industrial nature American cinema was taken to be
more prone to obstruct individual expression and thus became the privi-
leged site for auteur discussion (though rather less in Cahiers than in
subsequent Anglo-Saxon work). As John Caughie rightly points out (not
just of Cahiers but of auteurism in general), 'auteurism is more clearly a
critical practice than a theory',n a point Bazin had perceived quite clearly
back in 1957: 'Our finest writers on Cahiers have been practising [the
politique des auteurs] for three or four years now and have yet to produce
the main corpus of its theory.'14 There was no theory as such, and Bazin's
objections to certain ways of practising the politique, particularly in relation
to American cinema, represented the most theoretical stance taken by
Cahiers in this period. In the early days of Cahiers there was some confusion
as to what the term auteur meant precisely, and certainly Truffautl
5
used
it in both the 'technical' sense of the director who wrote his own scripts
and in the broader sense of the creator whose authentic personality is felt
in the work. Since these two senses were seen to be related (it was
important for Cahiers, for example, that Hollywood directors kept telling
them that they worked, uncredited, on their scripts), it is not surprising
to see them both still in use in Moullet's article on Fuller. But since the
basic concept in the politique was the director's control of, and hence
responsibility for, his work, despite collaboration with others and despite
industrial constraints, primarily through the process of directing itself,
through the mise en scene, the two senses did not need to go together. This
concept did not apply to most film-makers, who were simply not auteurs,
but since there was no theoretical base to the concept, the distinction
between auteurs and non-auteurs was always problematic, as Bazin saw
quite clearly. Whether a director was or was not an auteur depended on
the works, and no proof other than the works was necessary. Thus,
Rivette's 'Notes on a Revolution' is clear about 'not putting forward schol-
arly theories; just tour names' and his Hawks essay, its title assuming
Hawks's genius, begins: 'The evidence on the screen is the proof of
Hawks's genius: you only have to watch Monkey Business to know that it
is a brilliant film:
Some distinctions can be made about the ways Cahiers writers thought
auteurs worked, particularly between an earlier generation of directors like
Hawks, Hitchcock and Lang and vounger American film-makers like Ray.
Rivette's thesis was that the latter owed much to Welles's 'egocentric
conception of the director' and, 'without paying much attention to ...
rules and conventions', aimed to produce works that were 'personal'. The
more classical, pre-Welles directors communicated less directly, perhaps,
though ultimately no less personally: more at ease and in accord with
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generic conventions and commercial expectations, they retained individu-
ality and personal vision by conforming to, yet transcending, genre and
commerce, finally perhaps less great for remaining traditional.
Rohmer's belief that no one could truly love any film if they did not
love the films of Hawks
16
is picked up by Truffaut's review of Johnny Guitar
which, contrasting Hawks (mind) and Ray (heart), tells anyone who rejects
both Ray and Hawks to Jstop going to the cinema' because they will never
know what inspiration in the cinema really is. From the mid-1950s to the
early 1960s, despite the polemics about Hawks and Hitchcock, Nicholas
Ray was probably the most important auteur in the American cinema for
Cahiers, embodying a particular conception of the film-maker working
within the system, always rebellious, often doomed, and a particular
response to the modem world, as well as a particularly affecting style. H
the classicism of Hawks, relatively adjusted to commercial constraints, is
often mentioned by contrast, the idiosyncratic and improvisatory Rossellini
as often provides a comparison:17 closer to the Cahiers writers in age and
sensibility, Ray and Rossellini offered a cinema akin to the one which
future film-makers in France could aspire to. We can take a definition of
the Cahiers conception of authorship from the accounts of Ray's films
collected here: Rohmer talks of Ray being 'one of the few to possess his
own style, his own vision of the world, his own poetry; he is an auteur,
a great auteur', while for Truffaut, as for Rivette, 'all his films tell the same
story/. As Fereydoun Hoveyda later pointed out
l
lS
this did not take them
very far, since they 'realized that our favourite auteurs were in fact talking
about the same things ... solitude, violence, the absurdity of existence,
sin, redemption, love, etc.',19 a thematic set which could have been drawn
from the articles on Ray but which Hoveyda argues are the themes of a
whole generation of artists. So Ray's greatness could not only depend on
his themes, broadly speaking 'the heroism of modem life', and HoveYda
goes on to argue that 'the originality of the auteur lies not in the subject
matter he chooses, but in the technique he employs ... the thought of a
cineaste appears through his mise en scene . . . in short, the intellectual
operation which has put an ir.itial emotion and a general idea to work'.2O
As Truffaut and Rivette describe it, the lack of artifice and the clumsiness
of Ray's technique are seen not as a fault but as a necessary sacrifice to
expression, to sincerity, providing direct access to Ray's imagination, to
the way his ideas find form. John Caughie's general characterization of
auteurist critical practice - 'uniqueness of personality, brash individuality,
persistence of obsession and Originality were given an evaluative power
above that of stylistic smoothness or social seriousness'21 - fits these Cahiers
articles on Ray perfectly. Later British work on Ray I such as that of V. F.
Perkins,22 takes a very different view of the function of Ray's style.
Ray was by no means a Cahiers I discovery': their enthusiasm was shared
from time to time, with Sight and Sound, for example, in the 1950s. But
Sight and Sound reserved its interest for Ray's 'serious' works - whereas
Cahiers writers made few distinctions between, say, Rebel Without a Cause
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and Johnny Guitar - and that interest was grounded in rather different
assumptions and language. Thus, the Sight and Sound identification of
Ray's subjects - 'social maladjustment',23 'adolescence as a particular age
of anxiety' and 'the responsibility of parents for the sins of their children'24
- and style ('admirably real and convincing'25), as well as its worries (about
violence26 and about Ray' 5 apparent lack of perspective on his subjects 27),
was markedly different from the Cahiers responses represented here.
Truffaut argues that 'a director should be able to recognize himself in
the portrait that we draw of him and his films', and interviews with film-
makers were an absolutely central feature of Cahiers, often the occasion
for a sort of 'testing out' of critical theses with the auteurs themselves.
28
Part of the interest of the Ray interview here comes from this testing out,
but it can also represent (along with the interview with Rossellini
29
) the
rather different style of interviewing which Cahiers writers developed.
Their detailed questions about mise en scene very much reflect both their
detailed knowledge of the films and their view that elucidation of the
forms gave access to the ideas - and are a further reminder, perhaps, of
the extent to which they saw themselves always as future film-makers.
Ray's most creative period, roughly 1949-59, almost exactly parallels
this volume of Cahiers. Though, as Andrew Sarris puts it, Ray was very
much the 'cause celebre of the auteur theory',30 Ray is remarkable among
. major American film-makers for the scarcity of critical work on his films:
not one good, serious, full-length study exists, for example. It is appro-
priate therefore to exemplify Cahiers' enthusiasm for Ray at some length
in the brief dossier of materials collected here.
As the title of one of Bazin's earlier confrontations with his colleagues
over the politique des auteurs ('How can one be a Hitchcocko-Hawksian?'31)
indicates, Hawks and Hitchcock were from the beginning of Cahiers major
Auteurs of a more classical Hollywood cinema, and almost articles of faith
in the journal's (polemical) conception of cinema. That both directors are
now So highly regarded in Britain and the USA owes a good deal to their
having been championed by Cahiers, doubtless an important stimulus for
two of the best auteur studies in English in the 1960s, Robin Wood's
Hitchcock's Films and H(1:aard Hawks
32
(though Wood's work is very different
from Cahiers in its assumption3 and emphases).
Rivette's pioneering analysis of Hawks ('an interpretation of Hawks's
films that is still definitive, and has been largely confirmed by the director's
later work', as Movie put it
33
) has hardly been bettered: Wood's full-
length study, Perkins's brief but concise article on the comedies,34 Wollen's
Structural analysis
35
all evidently owe much to Rivette's insights on the
relationship between the comedies and the adventure films, the import-
of the themes of responsibility and the lure of the instinctual, the
Idea of pragmatic intelligence, and so on. Here, we need only place
Rivette's essay firmly within the auteurist methodology and the account of
American cinema offered above. Thus, Hawks is validated, partly, for the
'unified and coherent world' he creates, through a similarity of themes
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or concerns across different kinds of movie, discovered critically by the
elaboration of master concepts or polarities which unify apparently
disparate works. But it is not only a question of thematics: as Bazin put
it, 'every technique relates to a metaphysic',36 and the 'honesty' of Hawks's
'use of time and space', the 'functional beauty' of his aesthetic, are integral
to his vision. At the same time Rohmer had argued that what Hawks
showed was more important than how he showed it: 'I know not one
director with more disregard for plasticity and more banality in his editing,
but balanced by a greater sensitivity to the precise delineation of the
gesture and its duration.'37 Evidently, Hawks exemplifies the classical
American cinema which Rohmer had tried to define in 'Rediscovering
America' (and which Sarris was later to describe as 'good, clean, direct,
functional cinema, perhaps the most distinctively American cinema of
a11'38), particularly in what Rivette praises as Hawks's 'marvellous blend
of action and morality'.
Hitchcock was also, essentially, a (Christian) moralist in Chabrol's
review of Rear Window (as in Truffaut's contemporaneous review
39
). There
is some truth in Robin Wood's complaint that the accounts of Hitchcock's
films by Chabrol and Rohmer in their book,4O including that of Rear
Window, where they draw extensively on Chabrol's Cahiers review, tend
to 'deprive the films of flesh and blood, reducing them to theoretical
skeletons',41 As Wood says, part of this comes from Cahiers' 'sense of the
need to make Hitchcock seem "respectable" '42 - hence, perhaps, Chab-
rol's title, 'Serious Things'. As Chabrol makes clear, Rear Window was an
important film in the struggle to get Hitchcock taken seriously: two years
later The Wrong Man was perhaps even more important, and taken by
Cahiers almost as a personal vindication of their theses about Hitchcock. 43
We should remember that Cahiers critics very rarely tried to recreate Or
reconstruct the films they reviewed (a methodology more associated with
Robin Wood and Movie); rather, they tried to construct the conceptual key
that would unlock the work, and the reuvre,44 As basic to Chabrol's analysis
of Rear Window as to Rivette's analYSis (\i Hawks is the assumption that
meaning was to be looked for in formal. structure; Rohmer and Chabrol
conclude their Hitchcock book: 'In Hitchcock's work, form does not embel-
lish content, it creates it.'4S Five years later, in Britain, Richard Roud is to
be found proposing to Sight and Sound readers, though with the utmost
circumspection, that 'the one thing [Cahiers critics] all in common, I
think, and that we would gain most by adopting, is the firm belief that
form is at least as important as content.'46
For Cahiers, one important function of films was to provoke reflection
upon the nature of cinema itself. Chabrol's Rear Window piece hovers
round, without quite landing on, an idea central to his and Rohmer's
account of the film when they came to write their book - Rear Window as
metaphor for 'the very essence of cinema, .. seeing, spectacle',47 Reflection
upon cinema is absolutely central to Rivette's articles on Angel Face and
Beyond a Reasonable Doubt, as it was later to be central to Rivette's (and
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Godard's) film practice, and a good deal of the critical and theoretical
productivity of the work of Cahiers in this period lies precisely in this
process of reflection. Thus the starkness, the stripped-down quality of
both films provokes reflection in which Preminger's art, reduced to the
'essential', is seen to relate to specific qualities of cinema beyond plot,
having to do with 'the creation of a precise complex of sets and characters,
a network of relationships, an architecture of connections . . . If ever a
film was the expression of the practice of mise en scene for its own sake, it
is this. What is cinema, if not the play of actor and actress, of hero and
set, of word and face, of hand and object?' At the same time, Rivette
makes clear his preference for 'the old school, more naive perhaps, of
Hawks, Hitchcock, Lang, who first believe in their themes and then build
the strength of their art upon this conviction. Preminger believes first in
mise en scene . . .'. Thus Preminger is less an auteur than a metteur en scene,
while Lang, 'cineaste of the concept', creates a 'world of necessity' not for
its own sake but integrally 'derived from the real movement of the concept'
- the concept, as it were, predicates the form which Lang's film will
take.
48
Lang's 'diagrammatic', conceptual cinema - posing an experimental
relationship between viewer and film - is valorized above its own superfi-
cial seriousness of theme ('the usual indictment of the death penalty') and
above the 'brilliant touches' of a Lumet or a Kubrick: as with Hawks, it is
not the ideas per se which are interesting, but rather the uses to which
they are put and the reflection they provoke.
Lue Moullet's essay on Fuller represents an important tendency in
Cahiers around 1958-9, important not least for being so provocative.
Undoubtedly, Moullet's style and tone owe much to Godard's allusive,
provocative and epigrammatic reviews (such as those of Hot Blood and
Bitter Victory), but the broad context for Moullet's polemic had been set
long before. Rivette's 'Notes on a Revolution', for example, had emphas-
ized Ray's primitive or clumsy technique in confrontation with orthodox
narrative conventions, and action and violence and their relationship to
morality, while his 011 Angel Face valorized mise en scene as a
possible end in itself. Moullet's d?scription of Fuller's 'rough sketches' is
thus close to the way Ray had been discussed earlier, and he echoes most
other Cahiers critics in his lack of generosity towards overtly stated 'serious'
themes or messagES - hence his 'aversion to philosophers who get into
making films in spite of what film is'. Yet, despite these similarities and
Moullet goes provocatively much further, from a concern
WIth specificity to the valorization of 'gratuitous' camera movements, from
a n.'0ral conception of violence primarily as action to necessary and violent
action (and towards sadism), from the intuition of the creator to an idea
of 'instinctive' mise Ctl SCt'11C 'correcting' conscious intentions. While the
purely polemical in Moullet (as in Godard and others) should not be
underestimated, we are already a long way, with 'fascism is beautiful',
from .Bazin's humanism,4" although there was still some distance to travel
to Mlchel Mourlet's more overtly reactionary 'apology for violence'.50 In
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the meantime, of course, Cahiers was exposing, without resolving or even
taking very far, some of the problems about politics and form: could
Fuller's style be separated from his politics, could content and form be
distinct? These questions significantly informed discussion of Fuller in
Britain where, ten years later, Fuller was one of the most discussed
auteurs,51 It is worth noting that later British accounts of Fuller bear little
relation to Moullees: Victor Perkins, for example, while admitting the
importance of visual and emotional shock in the Fuller aesthetic, argues
(as one would expect from the author of Film as Film) that he 'sacrifices
neither clarity nor credibility in order to create his effects' ,52
The predominantly auteurist emphases in discussion of American cinema
in Cahiers, in the material collected here, so far, might seem to have been
balanced by the space devoted to the evolution of the major genres in the
Cahiers Christmas 1955 special issue on American cinema, 53 In fact,
certainly during the 1950s, but for long after also, this was not the case,
I think, and genre was not a crucial concept for Cahiers in making sense
of American movies. What we find is a great deal of critical confusion on
the issue and an unresolved - sometimes unrecognized - conflict between
the auteur principle and the concept of genre. Rohmer, for example, opens
his 1953 review of The Big Sky thus:
I am not mad about Westerns. The genre has its requirements and conven-
tions, just like any other, but in this case they are less liberal. The plains, the
herds, the awful wooden towns, the mandolins, the chases, the perennial
good guys and their homespun gallantry, the stale Scots and Irish jokes, are
all cause enough for boredom with any of those in the Old World who can
hark back to a more distant and noteworthy past. All the same, the greatest
masters, the Fords and the Wylers, have been able to affirm their mastery in
this domain, while at the same time losing nothing of themselves.
54
Rivette's comments in 'Notes on a Revolution' are in much the same vein.
In this view genre was little more than an unwelcome constraint, a threat
to the auteur's individuality or his ability to express it. In many ways,
genre was treated similarly to the larger question of cinema as an industry.
At the same time, there was a (relatively unformulated) recognition that
the American cinema provided, in its total outpl
c
t, <l greater percentage of
works that were interesting or valuable than national cinemas, and
further that this might in some way be ascribed to the existence of genres.
Thus, for example, at the start of the editorial dIscussion of French cinema,
Rivette argues that American cinema's genres like the Western and thriller
are 'self-validating' and that Westerns have a value inde-
pendent of the great Westerns' .55 And, some five years after his Big Sky
piece, Rohmer's position (in a reflective article prompted by Cukor's, Les
Girls and called 'The Quintessence of the Genre') has modified:
Bresson, Renoir, Rossellini and Ophuls all have a very exalted notion of their
art, and they are repaid with interest. Walsh, Dwan, Minnelli, Kelly or Donen
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openly display a much more modest one and art gives them a small return
too, smaller in absolute value, but greater, proportionately, than what the
others receive. To account for the higher percentage rate we have to invoke
- to use one of Andre Bazin's expressions - some genie of the genre, a notion
that is still obscure, but of whose reality there can be no doubt.
56
These somewhat contradictory assumptions and perceptions are vividly
present in Chabrol's attempt to trace the 'Evolution of the Thriller'. Thus,
Chabrol recognizes a richness in the genre which cannot be explained
solely in terms of auteurs, yet argues that the genre constrains by its' strict
rules' and needs to be liberated by a shattering of its formulae. Finally,
for Chabrol, genres do not matter, only the works, and they matter
because they are 'sincere expressions of the preoccupations and ideas of
their authors'. If The Big Sleep is superior, it's because Hawks has managed
to retain his 'individuality' against the demands of the genre, producing
a work interesting not for its relationship to the genre but because it has
'deep roots and firm connections lwhich] link it to the body of Hawks's
work'. Nevertheless, precisely because the dominant Cahiers perspective
on genre was a confused and contradictory one, Chabrol's essay manages
to be both provocative and productive, joining Rohmer's 'Rediscovering
America' and Bazin's 'Death of Bogart' in locating the post-war renewal
of narrative around the moral ambiguity of film noir,57 for example, and
to questions about the relationships between Welles, Lang and
Hitchcock, and then Ray, Losey and Dassin, to the thriller genre. Although
Chabrol seems to want consistently to argue for the importance of auteurs
genres, generic considerations keep coming back as he concerns
hunself with the way the films exist in a relationship to the genre, and
are understood, to some degree, through that relationship.
On genre as on authorship - necessarily, given the relationship between
the two in the context of American cinema - Bazin took a rather different
view from most of his Cahiers colleagues. The concept of genre as a body
of conventions with an active life is much more central to Bazin's essay
on 'The Evolution of the Western'58 than to Chabrol's on the thriller or
Domarchi's on the muskal (the latter being largely a eulogy to Minnelli's
transcendence of the mu,:,ical). In his later essay on the politique des auteurs
59
Dazin argues that the vigour 3.nd richness of the genres derive from Amer-
ican popular culture, 'resulting as they do from an artistic evolution that
has always been in wonderfully close harmony with its public'; Bazin is
then (rhetorically) astonished that 'one can read a review in Cahiers of a
Western by Anthony Mann ... as if it were not above all a Western. i.e.
whole collection of conventions in the script, the acting, and the direc-
tion'. In 'Evolution of the Western' Bazin is concerned, therefore, to argue
of all about the genre, his thesis being that Stagecoach represented a
pomt of classical perfection which had suffered degradation in the post-
war period from the growth of a sense of the supposed inferiority of the
popular generic form per se, and hence of a supposed need to renew, and/
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or make respectable, the genre. The result of an increasing self-conscious-
ness of both thematic content and formal elaboration - epitomized for
Bazin by Shane - he called the sur-western, or 'superwestern'.
At a certain point, Bazin concedes, like his colleagues, that his attempt
to 'explain the evolution of the Western genre by the Western genre itself'
will be inadequate and that instead he 'must take the authors into greater
account as a determining factor'. 60 However, what Bazin then goes on to
argue takes significantly more account of his theses about genre traditions,
and the specific contributions these can make, in interaction with authorial
designs, than other Cahiers critics did. For example, despite the super-
western tendency, Bazin sees in both veteran and newer auteurs, in Hawks
as well as in Ray, the possibility of a continuing 'sincerity' in relation to
the Western form. Thus, Red River and The Big Sky are 'genuine' Westerns
'based on the old dramatic and spectacular themes, without distracting
our attention with some social thesis or, what would amount to the same
thing, by the form given the production' .61 Similarly, Nicholas Ray, with
Johnny Guitar, 'is no less aware of the rhetoric of the genre than the George
Stevens of Shane . . . but not once does Ray adopt a condescending or
paternalist attitude towards his film . . . He does not feel restricted in
what he has to say by the limits of the Western.'62 Bazin called this
. tendency 'novelistic', by which he meant that 'without departing from the
traditional themes [the film-makers] enrich them from within', 63 and the
chief exemplar of this tendency was Anthony Mann: lEach of Mann's films
reveals a touching frankness of attitude toward the Western, an effortless
sincerity to get inside its themes and there bring to life appealing characters
and invent captivating situations.'64
Bazin's reviews of Mann's The Man from Laramie and Boetticher's Seven
Men from Now effectively resume and elaborate his argument in IEvolution
of the Western'. Thus, The Man from Laramie is not Ibetter than a Western' I
because the genre's 'themes and devices' are a necessary base, on which
Mann builds, rather than a pretcxt. Similarly I although Bazin is clear about
Boetticher's intelligence he to ascribe the film's qualities (and he
praises it very highly indeed: 'perhap' the best Western I have seen
since the war
/
) to Boetticher being an au .?ur: Seven _Men succeeds because
Boetticher and his writer (Burt Kennedy) 'die not choose to dominate their
subject with paternalism or to enrich it with a psychological veneer, but
simply to push it to its logical limit'.
Bazin' 5 insistence upon 'the anonymous virtues of the tradition itself
which can blossom freely when the conditions of production do not deny
them' I and his awareness of the positive potential of generic themes and
structures, bring us nearer than any other Cahiers writer did to some of
the later British formulations about genre, for which Bazin's work on the
Western was an important stimulus. Jim Kitses's idea, working from the
Western, that 'Rather than an empty vessel breathed into by the film-
maker, the genre is a vital structure through which flow a myriad of
themes and concepts. As such the form can provide a director with a
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range of possible connections and the space in which to experiment, to
shape and refine the kinds of effects and meanings he is working
towards' ,65 clarifies and refines some of Bazin's ideas, while rejecting
others, for example the idea of an 'essence'. Similarly, Colin McArthur's
argument, working from the gangster film, that the genres are 'animating
rather than neutral, that they carry intrinsic charges of
dently of whatever is brought to them by particular dlrectors ,66 earned
discussion about genre a significant step forward. In b.o.th
Kitses and McArthur give absolutely crucial roles to auteurs and, slgmftc-
antly, two of the auteurs studied in detail by Kitses are Mann and
Boetticher.
Notes
1 Roger Leenhardt, in the discussion 'Six Characters in Search of auteurs', Ch. 2
in this volume.
2 See, for example, Richard Roud, 'The French Line', Sight and Sound, vol. 29,
no. 4, Autumn 1960, and Geoffrev Nowell-Smith, 'Movie and Myth', Sig/zt and
Sound, vol. 32, no. 2, Spring 1963. -
3 Andre Bazin, 'On the poiitiql4e des auteurs', Ch. 31 in this volume.
4 Eric Rohmer (under his real name, Maurice Scherer), 'Les Maitres de l' aventure'
(on The Big Sky), Cahiers 29, December 1953.
5 V. F. Perkins, Film as Film, e.g., p. 69: 'Movies are not distinguished from other
forms of narrative by the fact that they isolate and mould aspects of experience
in order to intensify our perception. 'But films are peculiar in performing this
work primarily in the sphere of action and appearance rather than of reflection
and debate.'
6 Rohmer, op. cit., p. 44.
7 Bazin, op. cit.
8 Truffaut (under the pseudonym Robert Lachenay), 'Portrait
d'Humphrey Bogart', Cahiers 52, November 1955, translated (in revised version)
in Truffaut, Films in My Life, as 'Portrait 0: Humphrey Bogart'.
9 Jacques Siclier, 'Rita assassinee ou comm",nt on detruit les mvthes',Cahiers 59,
1956. "
10 Barthelemy Amengual, 'Marilvn (herie', 73, Juy 1957.
11 Claude Gauteur, d'.i-.va Gardner', 1'8, October 1958.
12 Truffaut, 'Une Certaine Tendance du cinema franc;ais', Cahiers 31,
January 1954, translated as 'A Certain Tpndenc" of the French Cinema', in
Nichols, Movies and Mt'fllOds. .
13 John Caughie, Theories of p. 4.
14 Bazin, Dp. cit.
15 Truffaut, 'Une Certaine Tendance'.
16 Rohmer, op. cit., p. 45.
17 Cf. Jacques Rivette, 'Letter on Rossellini', Ch. 26 in this volume.
18 Fereydoun Hoveyda, 'Les Taches du soleil', Callicrs 110, August 1960.
19 Ibid., p. 41.
20 Ibid., pp. 41-2.
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22 V. F. Perkins, 'The Cinema of Nicholas Ray', Movie 9, May 1963, reprinted in
Ian Cameron, Movie Reader, and in Nichols, Movies and Methods.
23 Derek Prouse, 'Rebel Without a Cause', Sight and Sound, vol. 25, no. 3, Winter
1955-6, p. 161.
24 Penelope Houston, 'Rebels without Causes', Sight and Sound, vol. 25, no. 4,
Spring 1956, p. 180.
25 Ibid., p. 181.
26 Ibid.
27 Lindsay Anderson, 'Ten Feet Tall', Sight and Sound, vol. 27, no. 1, Summer
1957.
28 Some of Bazin's problems with Hitchcock as auteur in 'Hitchcock contre Hitch-
cock', Cahiers 39, October 1954 (translated in Cahiers du Cinema in English, no.
2, 1966, and reprinted in Albert J. La Valley I Focus on Hitchcock, Englewood
Cliffs, NJ, Prentice-Hall, 1972) bridged precisely the gap between the acCOunt
of Hitchcock offered by his Cahiers colleagues and what Bazin could discern
from talking with Hitchcock himself.
29 Eric Rohmer and Truffaut, Fereydoun Hoveyda and Jacques Rivette,
Interviews with Roberto Rossellini, Ch. 28 in this volume.
30 Andrew Sarris, The American Cinema, p. 107.
31 Andre Bazin, 'Comment peut-on etre Hitchcocko-Hawksien?', Cahiers 44,
February 1955.
32 Robin Wood, Hitchcock's Films and Howard Hawks.
33 Movie 5, December 1962, p. 19.
34 V. F. Perkins, 'Comedies', Movie 5, December 1962.
35 Peter Wollen, Signs and Meaning.
36 Bazin, 'Comment peut-on etre Hitchcocko-Hawksien?', p. 18.
37 Rohmer, 'Les Maitres de I' aventure', p. 44.
38 Sarris, op. cit., p. 55.
39 Truffaut, Films in My Ufe, pp. 77-9.
40 Eric Rohmer and Claude Chabrol, Hitchcock.
41 Robin Wood, Hitchcock's Films, p. 17.
42 Ibid., p. 17.
43 See, for example, Jean-Luc Godard, 'Le Cint.ma et S("1 double', Cahiers 72, June
1957, translated in Godard on Godard, pp. 48-55, and Truffaut, 'The
Wrong Man' (originally 1957) in Truffaut, Films in My Life, pp. 83-6. As far as
Anglo-Saxon criticism was concerned, the process of getting Hitchcock taken
seriously was very much consecrated by Robin Wood's Hitchcock's Films, despite
the rearguard action fought by PenelGpe Houston in her 'The Figure in the
Carpet', Sight and Sound, vol. 32, no. 4, Autumn 1963.
44 Truffaut's contribution to the Cahiers Hitchcock issue, Cahiers 39, October 1954
was entitled 'Un Trousseau de fausses des', translated as 'Skeleton Keys'
Film Culture, no. 32, Spring 1964, reprinted in Calziers du Cinema in English, no.
2, 1966.
45 Rohmer and Chabrot, op. cit., p. 152 (translation).
46 Roud, op. cit., p. 171.
47 Rohmer and Chabrot, op. cit., p. 124 (translation).
48 Concept and necessity remain crucial terms in Philippe Demonsablon's analYSis
of Lang, 'La Hautaine Dialectique de Fritz Lang', Cahiers 99, September 1959
translated as 'The Imperious Dialectic of Fritz Lang' in Stephen Jenkins (ed.)'
Fritz Lang: The Image and the Look, London, British Film Institute, 1981. '
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1
I
J
Introduction
49 Cf. Luc Moullet, Andre Bazin, Jacques Rivette, 'Exchanges about Kurosawa
and Mizoguchi', Ch. 32 in this volume.
50 See, for example, Michel Mourlet, 'Sur un art ignore', Cahiers 98, August 1959,
and especially' Apologie de la violence', Cahiers 107, May 1960; d. the discussion
in my introduction to Polemics, in this volume.
51 Cf. David Will and Peter Wollen, Samuel Fuller, Edinburgh, Edinburgh Film
Festival, 1969; Phil Hardy, Samuel Fuller, London, Studio Vista; New York,
Praeger, 1970; Nicholas Garnham, Samuel Fuller, London, Seeker & Warburg;
New York, Viking, 1971.
52 V. F. Perkins, 'Merrill's Marauders', Movie 2, September 1962, p. 32, reprinted
in Will and Wollen, op. cit.
53 Andre Bazin, 'Evolution du Western', Claude Chabrol, 'Evolution du film
polider', Jean Domarchi, 'Evolution du film musical', in Cahiers 54, Christmas
1955.
54 Rohmer, 'Les Maitres de l'aventure', p. 43.
55 Rivette, in the discussion 'Six Characters in Search of auteurs', Ch. 2 in this
volume.
56 Rohmer, Cahiers 83, May 1958, p. 46.
57 Cf. later English and American work on film noir such as E. Ann Kaplan, Women
in Film Noir, London, British Film Institute, 1978, revised edition 1980.
58 Translated in Bazin, What is Cinema? Vol. 2, and Nichols, Movies and Methods.
59 Bazin, 'On the politique des auteurs', Ch. 31 in this volume.
60 Bazin, 'Evolution of the Western', What is Cinema? Vol. 2, p. 153.
61 Ibid., p. 154.
62 Ibid., p. 155.
63 Ibid., p. 155.
64 Ibid., p. 156.
65 Jim Kitses, Horizons West, London, Seeker & Warburg; Bloomington, Indiana,
Indiana University Press, 1970, p. 26.
66 Colin McArthur, Underworld USA, London, Seeker & Warburg; New York,
Viking, 1972, p. 19.
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I Perspectives
7 Eric Rohmer: 'Rediscovering
America'
('Redecouvrir l'Amerique', Cahiers du
Cinema 54, Christmas 1955)
I am willing to forgive my fellow-countrymen for the mistrust with which
they view American cinema; a mistrust I myself once shared. But not for
long! - to be precise, the three months between my seeing Quai des brumes
for the first time and a re-run of It Happened One Night at Studio 28 (this
was some time in 1938 or 1939). To the new filmgoer that I was (until then
my entire experience consisted of a few Pathe-Baby Chaplin films, L' Aiglon
and a few other Tartarin de Tarascons) Marcel Carne's film unveiled the
brilliance of a poetry which I had not known to be within the powers of
the seventh art. The 'Studio des Ursulines' gained a patron: A no us la
liberte and The Threepenny Opera lived up well to my expectations without,
however, surpassing them ... And then came the day when, in the shape
of Claudette Colbert and Clark Gable, the cinema held up to me, under
the most favourable lighting, a face without artifice, unpolished but not
rough. It spoke to me in a language that was open, yet without a hint of
coarseness in its tone. It behaved like the most civilized of creatures, yet
without diminishing any of its naturalness. It touched, not my schoolboy's
heart with its ardour for Gide or Breton, but that innate taste that we
French never lose for a moment - beyond all changes of fashion - for the
art of the moralist.
It goes without saying that since then I have been led to modify my
judgment considerably. America is proh:'an: one moment astonishingly
familiar, the next incomprehensibly opaque to our European eyes. But in
front of the screen my impulse has always bCP'F tc stay as close as I could
to that first perspective. The specifically 'Yankee' character of numerous
Hollywood productions has never captured more than my superficial
interest; it has excited my curiosity and stimulated my mind, but it has
never completely won my heart. The finest American films which it has
been my lot to see have more than anything else made me fiercely envious
and sorry that France should have abandoned the pursuit of a claim to
universality that it once - not long ago - affirmed so strongly I and that
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we should have let the flame of a certain idea of man be extinguished in
order to be re-lit across the ocean, in short that we must admit defeat on
ground to which we have a rightfu 1 claim.
If the American film enjoys so much popularity on the world market,
it is not only by virtue of the economic power that its producers and
distributors hold, it is not beca use it panders to the masses, or that by
means of its noisy publicity it has been able to impose, the world over,
an unvarying bad taste to' whose assaults even the most immune have
succumbed in the end. I acknowledge that there is some truth in all this:
Hollywood's popularity owes more to the devil than to the Almighty,
which is irritating, even if I have decided to keep only the Almighty's
portion for myself. But in the midst of an output that, like any other,
numbers both masterpieces and disasters, to see a film by Griffith, Hawks,
Cukor, Hitchcock, Mankiewicz, or even a comedy, a thriller or a Western
by a lesser-known signatory, has always been enough to reassure me and
convince me that for the talented and dedicated film-maker the California
coast is not that den of iniquity that some would have us believe. It is
rather that chosen land, that haven which Florence was for painters of
the Quattrocento or Vienna for musicians in the nineteenth century.1 It is
not talents that I propose to discuss with you, however many and varied
they have proved to be; it is the air you breathe there, which in my opinion
is not only healthy but has a certain fragrance that is far from being a
shock to European nostrils. If America does no more than repay us what
we lent, then it repays us amply; that is what is important.
I mentioned a particular idea of man; allow me first to stress some points
which are more superficial but which will at the same time provide me
with a starting point. If I had to characterize the American style of cinema,
I would put forward the two words efficacy and elegance. I know that
Hollywood has its share of the precious, but as a rule it does not smother
itself in as many flourishes as our cinema does. Its film-makers have more
confidence in the power of what they show us than the angle they choose
to show it from.2 For them ellipsis is no more than a narrative process,
not, as all too often with us, a convenient way of avoiding any problem
of acting or mise en scene. The actor is more restrained with the bravura
set-pieces in the theatrical style, but, in recompense, he never gives less
than his all. In his eyes the word 'style' takes on a significance akin to its
meaning in the sporting world: he delivers his punches in accordance with
the rules of the ring, not the traditions of Grand GUignol. The merit of a
Griffith, a Hawks, and m9rc recently a Nicholas Ray, is that above all they
have relied on this elegant restraint to confer on human gesture a grandeur
that is not inflated, to envelop it in the kind of mantle with which, for
example, the baton of a Furtwangler could enrich a Beethoven symphony.
Just as a great conductor has the 'feel' of his score and, unlike so many
provincial virtuosos, does not concern himself with studying every note
and finds the right tempo instantly without worrying about the composer's
intentions, so, as we watch True Heart Susie or Onlll Angels Have Wings,
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we are given a sense of such security that the idea of a possible flaw in
the acting cannot cross our minds even for a moment.
While these are minor qualities in the eyes of the critics, they are the
ones that impress the masses the world over, and I for one could not put
them down to some virtue particular to the Anglo-Saxon race as more
sparing of gesture than our own. For British cinema has never failed to
disappoint me, notwithstanding the high standard of some English actors
whom Hollywood has taken over anyway (the Laughtons, the Nivens,
the Sanders) and regardless of the respect it enjoys with a certain audience
- an audience that mistrusts the cinema from start to finish. So we should
say rather that America has a talent for finding hidden treasures every-
where, and there is not a single actor - Latin, Germanic or Slav - whom
it has failed to make something of. This science of efficacity, purity of line,
economy of means - hang it all, were these classical characteristics not
our prerogative all through French history?
But let us come to the pOint: we find this characteristic of universality
again in the themes dear to American cinema. Of course, you will say,
most of them are no more than platitudes. But I prefer ideas that are as
old as the hills, and unashamedly so, to the flat echo of the turn-of-the-
century writing that Europe is wont to take as its inspiration. There is
certainly a touch of pedantry in evoking the Iliad while discussing a
Western, but apart from the fact that certain commentators have had no
qualms about comparing Chaplin or some Capra hero to the Percival of
Arthurian legend, the obsession with antiquity is so flagrant in some
masters of the American novE'l- Melville, James, Faulkner - that a parallel
between the first colonizers of the Mediterranean and the pioneers of
Arizona is no mere artifice of rhetoric. The Greek idea has lived on into
the most adventurous branches of contemporary art; yet even when it is
knowingly a return to sourcE'S, as in Picasso .. it is still a deliberate cultural
act, not a spontaneous efflorescence, even if not entirely unconscious.
There is nothing strange for a race of conquerors, which opens up the
land, founds cities, is in love with action and adventure, and in spite of
or perhaps because of this is more determined to preserve its religious or
moral tradition, to have loved as the thf'IPeS for its works of fiction the
relations between power and the law, will and destiny, individual freedom
and the common good. What matters is not so much that these serious
questions, which are eternal problems, should have been asked, but from
what perspective they are to be illuminated for us. For instance, I do not
think that there exists in any corner of the world any work of fiction or
drama to which the idea of destiny is foreign. But it usually remains at the
theological, indeed fetishistic level, unless it is no more than a pure poetic
sham. In some of the finest American films it is instead posed, as in the
fifth-century tragedians, in terms of morality: or by reference to religion
which, be it a Protestant sect or Irish Catholicism, is sparing of both
external ceremony and flights of mysticism, and is above all the promul-
gation of a moral code for living. Nor is it strange that such a conception
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of man should have found an ideal voice in the cinema, the art of action,
capable of depicting violence of the most physical kind - five or six times
a year you are given the opportunity to be convinced of its extraordinary
fecundity. And what do we find in our films? Perpetual drivel about love
crossed by some religious or social conformism. A thousand leagues from
this naive immoralism, which on reflection is only the reverse of a senti-
mental holy picture, the Hollywood scriptwriters have been able to paint
for us the image of a world where if Good and Evil exist, the boundaries
between them are, just as Aristotle wanted, no more than unexpected
bends and undulations. Against the cliches and the sometimes irritating
convention of the happy ending, measure the variety and complexity of
the situations offered by the Western genre alone! Don't films like Hawks's
Red River, Lang's Rancho Notorious and Nicholas Ray's Lusty Men throw an
entirely new light on those motifs - the clash between generations, the
conflict between the individual and the social - which our film-makers
reduce to their pedestrian and monotonous essentials? If we have aban-
doned some themes that were once so profound and courageous to let
them flounder around in the trashy women's magazines or the boys'
comics, the responsibility is all ours. Incapable as we are of depicting
friendship between two men or making a 'violent' character convincing
without lapsing into cliches, what right have we to censor a source of
inspiration that the works I have just mentioned find so fertile?
It is indeed a fact that the adventure story, which is a typically Anglo-
Saxon speciality, has yet to acquire the seal of literary approval in France.
That is how I would explain the current prejudice against all 'action' fiction
- on the part of readers whose only knowledge of Robinson Crusoe is
through adaptations for children, and who, if around the age of twelve
they read Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island, have never heard of
the same author's extraordinary Ebb Tide. 3
I began at the difficult end. A plea for an America that is guilty gives
me the chance of a better hearing. Our immediate predilection tends to
be for faces marked with the brand of vice and the neon lights of bars
rather than the ones which glow with wholesome sentiments and prairie
air. One kind of literature, already quite at home here, illustrates this
perfectly: 'Sanctuary is the intrusion of Greek tragedy into the thriller,' said
Andre Malraux. But for us the charm of these works lies more in the
delirious romanticism of theil heroes and the modernism of their tech-
nique. Hollywood, shy of them for so long, suddenly noticed their exist-
ence, and a breath of the avant-garde made the studios tremble. What
came of it? There is now enough distance for us to judge: the answer is
very little, if anything. This 'behaviourist' literature could give back to the
cinema no more than it had borrowed:
4
the taste for the elliptical, the clear
line, the visual, and then our art went on its peaceful way along the road
that led it, far from the sophistry of a 'philosophy of behaviour', towards
the search for what I shall rather pompously call 'interiority'S or, if you
prefer, a greater psychological subtlety. The issue is, in fact, rather more
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complex, but lack of space condemns me to schematism: so let us just say,
after we have thrown the awful 'avant-gardist' Broadway melodramas out
of the running, that it is to the thri1ler genre that the American cinema
owes the best of its inspiration, which is not to say that you can make
'good films from bad books', nor, to go to the other extreme, that Dashiell
Hammett, that undisputed and undervalued master of the modern thriller,
should rank higher than Faulkner, but that ten years ago we allowed
ourselves to be seduced by the brilliance of a form that is too knowingly
aggressive to avoid paying the price of its past favour today. I know that
the script Howard Hawks made from To Have and Have Not is only a very
glossed-over reflection of the novel. So how do I explain why for me the
film has retained all its charm while Hemingway's prose irritates me now?
But ultimately that is not the point; parallels of this kind never lead you
anywhere. Long live Hemingway, Dos Passos or Caldwell, if need be! The
libretto of The Marriage of Figaro is not worth as much as the text of
[Beaumarchais'] Marriage, and yet if I had to choose between them I would
go to the opera, not the theatre.
Finally, the last but not the least of its virtues. Notwithstanding its
classicism of form and inspiration, American cinema is more modern, in
a certain sense, than American literature, which is too turned in on itself
to open its eyes to the evolution of the natural or the social environment.
It is a platitude to say that we live in the machine age, but the machine
itself is being transformed by leaps and bounds. It is natural that it should
fall to the most materially developed country to pose, most felicitously,
the problems of its time. Of course our scriptwriters have the laudable
concern to depict the issues of the moment, but even here I fear that we
may be 'one war behind'. If there is one genre where America has shone
with an incomparable brilliance, to a point no one else can even approach,
it is comedy, ever since the days of Mack Sennett. And what is it that
makes its satire so virulent? The denunciation of a bourgeois conformity
caving in on itself? Much more that of new constraints which are more
topical and more acute. Hawks's Monkey Business mocks naive scientism,
not obscurantism. George Cukor does not dramatize the woman reduced
to the rank of cook or courtesan, but the woman lawyer or the inane social
c1imber.
6
We French have kept the of Labiche without being
able to pride ourselves on the same verve. With a curious obstinacy we
continue to deride the uniform that is no longer bdng worn, or the slipper
that our modern bourgeois has, alas, no time to put on. This slave to
speed, to the machine, indeed to the myth of a comfortable and universal
happiness that is our 'middle-class man', has numerous failings which, if
they escape us, have enormously inspired our neighbours on the other
shore. So we should be grateful to America for having made our 'respect-
able' laughter ring out in unfamiliar tones, for giving us a caricature which
stretches our grins to their limits without ever producing embarrassment,
and for opposing our boring and antiquated buffoonery with an entirely
new kind of comedy that is sharp and full of elegance.
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I am making no claim that American cinema is the only one. My dearest
masters - Murnau, Dreyer, Eisenstein, Renoir, Rossellini? - in all or most
cases have laboured far from Ow sunshine of Hollywood. But Griffith's
homeland gives us an unfailing example which is not to be scorned. It is
not faultless, its influence when misunderstood is often pernicious. We
should reject the bad without as a result despising the good. To be hard
on French cinema is not to condemn France, only that section. of our elite
which is cosily asleep in the present and has no longer an eye for the
future or an ear for the past. t> We should love America; and may I add,
lest I be reproached with bias, we should love that Italy which partisan
passion foolishly sets up in opposition: the Italy of the Roman and the
Florentine legacy, respectful of its monuments and beliefs, but also the
capital of futurist architecture and motor-racing. It is perhaps because of
its amicable if not harmonious juxtaposition of the most modern and the
most ancient that Italy ought to have had the high reputation in European
cinema which French cinema has enjoyed since the demise of the silent
film. It is only a matter of knowing, now, how to take over.
Notes
1 Cf. Bazin's comments on the vitality of Hollywood tradition in 'On the politique
des auteurs', Ch. 31 in this volume; Robin Wood makes similar points in his
introduction to Howard Hawks.
2 Cf. V. F. Perkins's elaboration of the aesthetic of illusionist film, based predomi-
nantly on American cinema, in Film as Film, p. 74: 'The primary appeal of the
movies depends on what we see rather than on the way we see it.'
3 In his review of The Big Sky, 'Les Maitres de l'aventure', Cahiers 29, December
1953, Rohmer discusses Stevenson and the adventure story form at some length,
comparing them with Hawks and saying of Ebb Tide, 'What a script for Hawks!'
4 The reference is to The Age of the American Novel, Claude-Edmonde Magny's
study of the influence of film on the al:'sthetic strategies of the novel.
5 Cf. Bazin's discussion of Bogart in 'Death of Humphrey Bogart', Ch. 9 in this
volume.
6 Rohmer has in mind Katharine Hepburn's lawyer in Cukor's Adam's Rib (1949)
and probably Judy HollidilY in It Sl1o,ild Happen to You (1954); Holliday's roles in
Born Yesterday (1950) and The Manying Kind (1952) might also fit the 'inane social
climber' description.
7 Cf. Appendix 1, and particularly the All-Time Best Films list. In listing his
'pantheon' American directors in Signs and Meaning in the Cinema (first edition
only), Wollen comments similarly: 'For the record I think that the best work of
Renoir, Rossellini and Mizoguchi is probably better than anything produced in
America.'
8 Much of Rohmer's comparison of American and French cinema echoes the
criticisms of French cinema in Truffaut's 'Une Certaine Tendance du cinema
translated as 'A Certain Tendency of the French Cinema' in Nichols,
Movies and Methods, discussed in my introduction to the section on French
cinema.
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8 Jacques Rivette: 'Notes on a
Revolution'
('Notes sur une revolution', Cahiers du
There are two American cinemas: Hollywood, and Hollywood. But there
are no doubt two Hollywoods, the Hollywood of sums and the Hollywood
of individuals. Among the second (we can leave the first to the economists)
we can at once dismiss the cynics, those who are old in spirit, disil-
lusioned, and without principles. They may as well be nameless - they
are the names that appear on each week's billboards, so assiduously
publicized by those big companies to whom they have sold their souls.
Their cinema is no more American than the one known to you is French.
It was still the rule until recently to talk about American cinema in terms
of genres; but where does this approach lead, when we see the majority of
young film-makers passing with equal facility from one genre to another,
without paying much attention to their particular rules and conventions,
and dealing with strangely analogous themes of their own choosing? It is
still better simply to trust the credits to know where you are.
After Griffith's existential assault, the first age of the American cinema
belonged to its actors; this was followed by the age of the producers. To
claim that the age of the autews
1
is here at last is, I am well aware, to
invite smiles of scepticism. I am not putting forward any scholarly theories
- just four names. They belong to film-miikers - Nicholas Ray, Richard
Brooks, Anthony Mann, Robert Aldrich - whom critics had either simply
not heard of or, if they had, had given hardiy any serious attention to.
Why four? I would like to add others (for example Edgar Ulmer, Joseph
Losey, Richard Fleischer, Samuel Fuller, and even others who are as yet
no more than the promise of things to come: Josh Logan, Gerd Oswald,
Dan Taradash), but at the moment these four are the indisputable front-
rankers.
It is always ridiculous to assemble arbitrarily under the same label
creators with different concerns. But at least there is one undeniable
feature they have in common: youth (for directors, that is around forty),
because they possess its virtues.
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Violence is their first virtue; not that facile brutality that made Dmytryk
or Benedek successful, but a virile anger that comes from the heart, and
is to be found less in the script and the plotting than in the cadences of
the narrative and in the very technique of the mise en scene. Violence is
never an end, but the most effective of the means of access, and those
punches, weapons, dynamite explosions have no other purpose than to
blast away the accumulated debris of habit, to create a breach - in brief, to
open up the shortest roads. And the frequent recourse to a discontinuous,
abrupt technique which refuses the conventions of classical editing and
continuity is a form of the 'superior clumsiness' which Cocteau talks about,
born of the need for an immediacy of expression that can yield up, and
allow the viewer to share in, the original emotions of the auteur.
Violence is still a weapon, and a double-edged one - making physical
contact with an audience insensitive to anything new, imposing oneself
as an individual, insubordinate if not rebellious. Above all else, for all of
them it's a question of more or less unequivocally refusing the dictatorship
of the producers and trying to create a work that is personal. They are all
liberal film-makers, some openly left-wing. The repudiation of the
traditional rhetoric of the script and mise en scene, that flabby and anony-
mous formula imposed by the company executives since the first talkies
as a symbol of submission, has first and foremost the value of a manifesto.
In short, violence is the external sign of rupture. Here the truth is
inescapable: they are all the sons of Orson Welles, who was the first to
dare to reassert clearly an egocentric concept of the director.2 We are
hardly beginning to assess the extent of the repercussions of that Wellesian
coup d'etat, which cracked to its very foundations the whole edifice of
Hollywood production and which by its example had already engendered
a first generation of revolutionaries - Mankiewicz, Dassin, Preminger.
Violence cannot continue to exist alone without self-annihilation; the
other pole of creativity for these directors is reflection. Violence has no
other purpose, once the ruins of conventions are reduced to dust, than to
establish a state of grace, a void.. in the midst of which the heroes,
completely unfettered by any <l."bitrary constraints, are free to pursue a
process of self-interrogation, and to delve deep into their destiny. That is
what generates those long r?uses, those turns that are at the centre of
Ray's films, as they are in the films of Mann, Aldrich and Brooks. Violence
is thus justified by meditation, each so subtly linked to the other that it
would be impossible to separate them without annihilating the very soul
of the film. This dialectic of themes reappears in terms of the mise en scene
as the dialectic of efficacity and contemplation.
Like every revolution this one brings together men who are more linked
by what they are fighting against than by their profound ambitions. It is
justification enough for their struggle that all four are motivated by the
same desire to produce work that is modern. Even though it is with
different emphases, all four at the same time draw the most striking
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picture of the contemporary world; they touch us by their immediacy, the
physical feeling of the accuracy of what they have drawn.
Of them all, Nicholas Ray is without doubt the greatest and the most
secret; without doubt the most spontaneously poetic. All his films are
traversed by the same obsession with twilight, with the solitude of living
creatures, the difficulty of human relationships (and that is not the only
thing he has in common with Rossellini). Unadapted to a hostile world,
disturbed by the resurgence of primordial violence, his characters are all
more or less marked with the stamp of a new mal de siecle which it would
be difficult for us to disown.
Richard Brooks, on the contrary, recalls his reporter's background. He
lives at the level of the everyday civilized world. All his heroes wage the
same battle to save other men from cowardice and fear, to make of them
- in spite of themselves if necessary - real men. In the same way Anthony
Mann, within the traditional context of the Western, revives the eulogy
of will and endeavour that made early American cinema so great. Both
are worthy descendants of Hawks, without his serenity. Modern bitterness
and disenchantment crack the classical cement.
Robert Aldrich achieves harmony through a precise dissonance, the
lucid and lyrical description of a world in decay, aseptic, steely, closed in;
the chronicle of the final convulsions of what remains human in man in the
midst of a purely artificial universe from which nature - once celebrated in
Apache - has been almost systematically eliminated (only the purifying
presence of water remains), and of which the artificial worlds of the theatre
or the degenerate thriller offer the most suffocating image - an account of
moral suffocation, whose only way out must be some fabulous destruction.
In opposition to the traditional morality of action, exemplified in Ray,
Brooks and Mann, Aldrich offers a negative morality, not contradicting it
but proving it by the absurd. The real subject of The Big Knife, as of Kiss
Me Deadly, is precisely the destruction of morality, and its consequences.
And so, what is the meaning of this revolution? To pass beyond the
long period of submission to the manufactured product and openly renew
links with the tradition of 1915, Griffith and Triangle,3 whose vitality
moreover still secretly nourished the work of the old Hollywood directors
- Walsh, Vidor, Dwan, and of course Hawks; a return to lyricism, powerful
feelings, melodrama (the audiences in the smart haUs sneer at Ray's films
as they did at Allan Dwan's); the rediscovery of a certain breadth of
gesture, an externalizing of the roughest and most spontaneous emotions;
in short, the rediscovery of naIvete.
Such, without doubt, is the future of the cinema, in the sense that
naIvete, synonymous with perspicacity, is set in opposition to the wiles
and tricks of the professional scriptwriters. Ray, Brooks, Mann and Aldrich
are, in different ways, all nai'fs: Ray in the childlike clarity of his look, the
provocative humility of his narratives; Brooks and Mann in the anachron-
istic honesty of their mise en scene; Aldrich, finally, in the candour of the
acting and the unsophisticated use of effects.
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For years the cinema has bl'en dying from intelligence and subtlety.
Now Rossellini is breaking dmvn the door; but you can also breathe in
that gust of fresh air reaching 11 s from across the ocean.
Notes
1 Cf. Rivette's 'The Age of I1Icttcurs en scene', Ch. 35 in this volume.
2 Cf. the quotation by Orson Welles with which Truffaut prefaces his
book, Films in My Life: 'I believe a work is good to the degree that it expresses
the man who created it.'
3 Triangle was the film corporation formed in 1915 to produce the work of the
three major film-makers of the time, D. W. Griffith, Thomas Ince and Mack
Sennett; the corporation was dissolved in 1918 after Griffith and Sennett left and
Triangle was suffering from the losses incurred by Intolerance.
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9 Andre Bazin: 'The Death of
Humphrey Bogart'
(,Mort d'Humphrey Bogart', Cahiers du
Cinema 68, February 1957)
Who does not mourn this month for Humphrey Bogart, who died at fifty-
six of stomach cancer and half a million whiskeys? The passing of James
Dean principally affected members of the female sex below the age of
twenty; Bogey's affects their parents or at least their elder brothers, and
above all it is men who mourn. Beguiling rather than attractive, Bogey
delighted the women in his films; no fear of him leaving millions of
widows, like Valentino or James Dean; for the spectator he seems to me
to have been more the hero with whom one identifies than the hero one
loves. The popularity of Bogart is virile. Women may miss him, but I
know of men who would weep for him were not the unseemliness of
emotion written all over this tough guy's tomb. No flowers, no wreaths.
I arrive a little late to launch into my funeral oration. Much has already
been written about Bogart, his persona and his myth. But none put it
better, perhaps, than Robert Lachenay more than a year ago,l from whom
I cannot help but quote the folIc wing prophetic lines:
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'Each time he began
a sentence he revealed a wayward :::et of teeth. The set of his jaw irresistibly
evoked the rictus of a spirited cadaver, the final expression of a melancholy
man who would fade away with a smile. That is indeed the smile of
death.'
It now seems clear indeed that none more so than Bogart, if I may speak
thus, epitomized the immanence of death, its imminence as well. Not so
much, moreover, of that which one gives or receives as of the corpse on
reprieve which is within each of us. And if his death touches us so closely,
so intimately, it is because the raison d'etre of his existence was in some
sense to survive. Thus in his case death's victory is twofold, since it is
victorious less over life than over resistance to dying.
I will perhaps make myself better understood by contrasting his
character with that of Gabin
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(to whom one could compare him in so many
ways). Both men are heroes of modern cinematographic tragedy, but with
Gabin (I am of COUfse speaking of the Gabin of Le Jour se [eve and Pepe Ie
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Moko) death is, after all, at the end of the adventure, implacably awaiting
its appointment. The fate of Cabin is precisely to be duped by life. But
Bogart is man defined by fate. When he enters the film it is already the pale
dawn of the following day; absurdly victorious from the macabre combat
with the angel, his face marked by what he has seen and his bearing
heavy with all he knows, having ten times triumphed over his own death
he will doubtless survive for us a further time.
The Face of Death
Not the least admirable feature of the character of Bogart is that he
improved, became sharper, as he progressively wasted away. This tough
guy never dazzled on the screen by dint of physical force or acrobatic
agility. He was neither a Gary Cooper nor a Douglas Fairbanks! His
successes as a gangster or as a detective are due first to his ability to take
a punch, then to his perspicacity. The effectiveness of his punch testifies
less to his strength than to his sense of repartee. He places it welt true,
but above all at the right moment. He strikes little, but always when his
opponent is wrong-footed. And then there is the revolver which becomes
in his hands an almost intellectual weapon, the argument that
dumbfounds.
But what I mean is that the visible stigmata marking the character more
and more over the last ten years or so only helped accentuate a congenital
weakness. In more and more resembling his own death, it was his own
portrait Bogart was completing. Doubtless the genius of this actor who
knew how to make us love and admire in him the very image of our
decomposition will never be sufficiently admired. As though bruised a
little more each time by all the bad blows he had taken in the preceding
films, he had become, with colour, the extraordinary creature with the
belching stomach, sallow, spitting out teeth, just good enough for the
swamp leeches, and yet the man who will steer the African Queen safely
to port. And recall that decaying face testifying at the trial of the officers
of the Caine. It was clear to see that death had for a long time been unable
to conquer from without the being who for a long time had so internalized
death.
The 'modern' character or the Bogart myth has been rightly stressed,
and J.-P. Vivet is doubly correct in taking the adjective in the Baudelairean
sense, since in the hero of The Barefoot Contessa we admire precisely the
eminence and dignity of our decay. But I would none the less like to
comment that to this far-reaching modernity which guarantees the
profound poetry of the Bogart character and indisputably justifies his
entry into legend, there corresponds a more precise modernity within the
compass of our generation. Bogart is, without doubt, typically the actor/
myth of the war and post-war period. I mean the period between 1940
and 1955. True, his filmography signals some seventy-five films since 1930,
of which forty or so predate High Sierra and The Maltese Falcon (1941). But
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these were only supporting roles, and it is beyond question that his
character emerged with what is commonly called the noir crime film whose
ambiguous hero he was to epitomize. In any case for us it was after the
war and especially through the films of Huston that Bogart won such
popularity. Now one is aware that the years 1940--1 mark precisely the
second major stage in the evolution of the American talking picture. 1941
is also the year of Citizen Kane. It must be the case, therefore, that there
is some secret harmony in the coincidence of these events: the end of the
pre-war period, the arrival of a certain novelistic style in cinematographic
ecriture, and, through Bogart, the triumph of interiorization and of
ambiguity.
4
One can in any case easily see in what respect Bogart differs from those
pre-war heroes for whom Gary Cooper might be the prototype: handsome,
strong, noble, expressing much more the optimism and efficiency of a
civilization than its anxiety. Even the gangsters are the conquering and
active type, Western heroes who have gone astray, the negative version
of industrious audacity. In this period only perhaps George Raft shows
signs of that introversion, a source of ambiguity which the hero of The Big
Sleep will exploit to a sublime degree. In Key Largo Bogart overcomes, in
the person of Robinson, the last of the pre-war gangsters; with this victory
something of American literature probably makes its way into Hollywood.
Not at all through the deceptive intermediary of the scenarios but through
the human style of the character. Bogart is perhaps, in the cinema, the
first illustration of 'the age of the American novel'.5
Bogey is a Stoic
One must certainly not confuse the interiority of Bogart's acting style with
that developed by the Kazan school and made fashionable by Marlon
Brando prior to James Dean. All they have in common is their reaction
against pc;ychological-type performance; but taciturn, like Brando, or
exuberant, like Dean, the Kazan style is postulated upon anti-intellectual
spontaneity. The behaviour of the actors is intended to be unforeseeable,
since it no longer translates the profound logic of the feelings but external-
izes immediate impulses whose link with the inner life cannot be read
directly. Bogart's secret is different. It is of course a case of Conrad's
prudent silence, the phlegm of one who knows the perils of inopportune
revelations but above all the unfathomable vanity of these skin-deep sinc-
erities. Distrust and weariness, wisdom and scepticism: Bogey is a Stoic.
I particularly admire in his success the fact that he never in the final
analysis depended in any respect on the character of the roles he
embodied. They all fall short, indeed, of being sympathetic. Let us even
admit that the moral ambiguity of Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon or of
Philip Marlowe in The Big Sleep redound to their advantage, in our esti-
mation - but how to defend the miserable scoundrels in The Treasure of
the Sierra Madre or the baleful commander of The Caine Mutiny? For a few
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roles as redressor of wrongs or as phlegmatic knight in a noble cause,
there are doubtless as many less commendable if not frankly odious
exploits. The permanence of the character thus lies beyond his roles,
which is not the case with a Gabin, for example, nor could be with James
Dean. One can hardly see, too, Gary Cooper claiming to play scoundrels.
The special ambiguity of the roles which first brought Bogart success in
the nair crime film is thus to be found again in his filmography. Moral
contradictions meet as much within the roles as in the paradoxical perma-
nence of the character caught between two apparently incompatible
occupations.
But is not this precisely the proof that our sympathy went out, beyond
even the imaginary biographies and moral virtues or their absence, to
some profounder wisdom, to a certain way of accepting the human
condition which may be shared by the rogue and by the honourable man,
by the failure as well as by the hero. The Bogart man is not defined by his
accidental respect, or his contempt, for bourgeois virtues, by his courage or
his cowardice, but above all by this existential maturity which gradually
transforms life into a stubborn irony at the expense of death.
Translated by Phillip Drummond
Notes
1 Truffaut (under the pseudonym Robert Lachenay), 'Portrait
d'Humphrey Bogart', Cahiers 52, November 1955, translated (in revised version)
as 'Portrait of Humphrey Bogart' in Truffaut, Films in My LIfe, pp. 292-5.
2 Bogart died on 14 January 1957.
3 Cf. Andre Bazin, 'Jean Cabin et son destin', originally published in Radio-Cinema-
Television, October 1950, translated as 'The Destiny of Jean Cabin' in Bazin, What
is Cinema? Vol. 2.
4 Bazin refers here to the complex of theses about realism in the cinema developed
by him in different instances but particularly in the essays 'L'Evolution du
langage cinematographique', originally published in 1958, but made up from
articles written in 1950, 1952 and 1955, in QU'est-ce que Ie cinema? tome 1, translated
as 'The Evolution of the Language of Cinema' in Bazin,What is Cinema? Vol. 1;
'William Wyler, ou Ie janseniste de la mise en scene', originally published in La
Revue du Cinema, no. 11, March 1948, translated as 'William Wyler, or the
Jansenist of mise en scene' in Christopher Williams, Realism and the Cinema,
London, Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1980, pp. 36-52; 'Le Realisme cinematograph-
ique et l' ecole italienne de la Liberation', Originally published in Esprit, January
1948, translated as 'An Aesthetic of Reality: Neo-Realism (Cinematic Realism
and the Italian School of the Liberation), in Bazin, What is Cinema? Vol. 2. As
regards interiority and ambiguity, d. Rohmer, 'Rediscovering America', and
Chabrol, 'Evolution of the Thriller', both in this volume (Chs 7 and 21
respectively).
5 The reference is to Claude-Edmonde Magny's Age of the American Novel: see
Rohmer, 'Rediscovering America', note 4.
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II Dossier - Nfcholas Ray
10 Jacques Rivette: 'On Imagination'
('De I'invention', Cahiers du Cinema 27,
October 1953)
Without any doubt, the most constant privilege of the masters is that of
seeing everything, including the most simple mistakes, turn out to their
advantage rather than diminishing their stature. If you are now surprised
to see me give the benefit of this law to Nicholas Ray's latest film it means
you are ill-prepared to appreciate a work which is disconcerting and asks
for, not indulgence, but a little love. Far from wishing to excuse it, you
must love this lack of artifice, this very pleasing indifference to decors,
plasticity, evenness of light, the rightness of a supporting role, and you
must recognize even in the clumsiness of this verve, not the caricature,
but the youthful exaggeration of a cinema that is dear to us, where all is
sacrificed to expression, to efficacity, to the sharpness of a reflex or a look.
I find no fault with exaggerations of this kind, and the auteur's own
enjoyment, which I feel coming through some of the time, is consolation
for many films which only communicate the director's boredom.
But I now want to talk about the real seriousness of this business: a
work of verve it may be, but because Nicholas Ray is lavish with ideas _
which are sometimes channeHed into a single great theme, and I am not
forgetting the wonderful progression of On Dangerous Ground - ideas
which in this film are scattered everywhere by the accidents of imagin-
ation. But it is precisely this imaginati.on which strikes me with its constant
surprises. Certainly Ray is not someon? who is unaware of the aesthetic
value of surprise, nor is he unaware that beauty has a duty to astonish;
but if the imagination is sovereign over all the other faculties, its kingdom
certainly seems to be shrinking daily everywhere; and saying that imagin-
ation should first consist in the simple pleasure of filming, just like the
creative freedom of the brush on the canvas, has not the slightest chance
of being taken seriously here. And when I talk about ideas, I really mean
ideas of mise en scene or - if I were to be shocking about it - of framing Or
the way shots are put together, which these days are the only ideas whose
profundity I wish to recognize, and the only ones which can reach the
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secret form which is the goal of every work of art. When Truffaut
compares Nicholas Ray with Bresson, 1 really do see two film-makers who
are obsessed with the abstract and whose sole concern is always to reach
this ideal countenance by the shortest road, and let clumsiness be the road
if it is the shortest one. In The Lusty Men you can see how the idea of a role,
or a scene, hurriedly sketched,l can sometimes prevail over its realization,
whether good or bad (but will vou understand how much I admire Nich-
olas Ray if I call him a metteur en scene, not a director?2), how the imagin-
ation of each moment is only the concern to reveal, with each fresh blow
of the chisel, the one and only hidden statue.
Perhaps it is clear that beauty is not without importance for him. But
where does he seek it (a fundamental question, after aU)? I observe a
certain dilation of expressive detail, which ceases to be detail so that it
may become part of the plot - hence the taste for dramatic close-ups,
unexpected within the movement of the scene - and especially the search
for a certain breadth of modern gesture and an anxiety about life, a
perpetual disquiet that is paralleled in the characters; and lastly his taste
for paroxysm, which imparts something of the feverish and impermanent
to the most tranquil of moments.
A few more words. Nicholas Ray is one of those who fight it out to the
finish, and can exhaust the possibilities of a development. Everything
always proceeds from a simple situation where two or three people
encounter some elementary and fundamental concepts of life. And the
real struggle takes place in only one of them, against the interior demon
of violence, or of a more secret sin, which seems linked to man and his
solitude. It may happen sometimes that a woman saves him; it even seems
that she alone can have the power to do so; we are a long way from
misogyny.
Nicholas Ray has always offered us the story of a moral dilemma where
man emerges as either victor or vanquished, but ultimately lucid: the
futility of violence, of all that is not happiness and which diverts man
from his innermost purpose.
If art must reveal 'the heroism of modern life', there are few works that
better accomplish this purpose. We note, however, that the characters
quickly withdraw, that, when all is said and done, the world hardly
interferes at all, or if it does, it is only to harm them. Salvation is a private
affair. Perhaps we will be sorry to see these heroes withdraw to their
tents with so little ceremony;3 we can also suppose that it is not without
bequeathing their fate to the world, or sometimes prolonging the ordeal
unnecessarily. But for modern society is not solitude, if not scorn, often
the most fitting homage?
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Notes
1 Cf. Rivette's account of Rossellini's manner in 'Letter on Rossellini', Ch. 26 in
this volume.
2 The French word here is realisateur, thus implying the separation of ideas from
their realisation.
3 Cf. Eric Rohmer's discussion of Rebel Without a Cause as tragedy, in 'Ajax or the
Cid?', Ch. 12 below.
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11 Fran<;ois Truffaut: 'A Wonderful
Certainty'
('L'Admirable Certitude', Cahiers du Cinema
46, April 1955, written under the pseudonym
Robert Lachenay)
We made our discovery of Nicholas Ray seven or eight years ago with
Knock on Any Door. Then at the 'Biarritz Rendez-vous'l we had a dazzling
confirmation in They Live By Night, which is still unmistakably his best
film. Later In a Lonely Place, On Dangerous Ground and The Lusty Men were
released in Paris at one time or another - and went virtually unnoticed by
all but the most discerning - and then finally Johnny Guitar.2
A young American film-maker - of the Wise, Dassin and Losey gener-
ation - Nicholas Raymond Kienzle is somewhat, in fact very much, the
passionate discovery of the 'young critics'. Nick Ray is an auteur in our
sense of the word. All his films tell the same story, the story of a violent
man who wants to stop being violent, and his relationship with a woman
who has more moral strength than himself. For Ray's hero is invariably a
man lashing out, weak, a child-man when he is not simply a child. There
is always moral solitude, there are always hunters, sometimes lynchers.
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Those who have seen the films I have just mentioned could mUltiply and
enrich the parallels by themselves; the others will just have to trust me,
and that will be their little punishment.
Johnny Guitar is by no means its auteur's best film. Generally, Ray's
films bore the public, irritated as they are by the films' slowness, their
seriousness, indeed their realism,
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which shocks them by its extravagance.
Johnny Guitar is not really a Western, nor is it an 'intellectual Western'. It
is a Western that is dream-like, magical, unreal to a degree, delirious. It
was but a step from the dream to Freudianism, a step our Anglo-Saxon
colleagues have taken by talking about the 'psychoanalytical Western'. But
the qualities of this film, Ray's qualities, are not those; they cannot possibly
be seen by anyone who has never ventured a look through a camera
eyepiece. We flatter ourselves - and it is in this that we are opposed to
another form of criticism - that we are able to retrace the origins of
cinematic creativity. Contrary to Andre Bazin
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a director should be able to recognize himself in the portrait that we draw
of him and his films. Otherwise we have failed. The hallmark of Ray's
very great talent resides in his absolute sincerity, his acute sensitivity.6 He
is not of great stature as a technician. All his films are very disjointed, but
it is obvious that Ray is aiming less for the traditional and all-round success
of a film than at giving each shot a certain emotional quality. Johnny Guitar
is 'composed', rather hurriedly, of very long takes divided into four. The
editing is deplorable. But the interest lies elsewhere: for instance in the
very beautiful positioning of figures within the frame. (The posse at
Vienna's is formed and moves in a V-shape, like migratory birds.)
Nicholas Ray is to some extent the Rossellini of Hollywood;7 in the
kingdom of mechanization he is the craftsman, lovingly fashioning small
objects out of holly wood. Hence a hue and cry against the amateur! There
is not one of Ray's films without nightfall. He is the poet of nightfall,
and in Hollywood everything is permissible, except poetry. Hawks, for
example, keeps it at arm's length, and Hitchcock cautiously ventures four
or five shots each time, in small doses. While a Hawks settles down in
Hollywood - in reality he spends most of the year in Switzerland - and
takes things easy, flirting with tradition all the better to flout it, and always
winning, Ray is incapable of 'doing a deal' with the devil and turning the
arrangement to his advantage - he is picked on and loses the battle even
before he starts fighting.
Hawks and Ray form an opposition rather like Castellani and Rossellini.
With Hawks we witness a triumph of the mind, with Nick Ray it is a
triumph of the heart. You can refute Hawks in the name of Ray (or vice
versa), or admit them both, but to anyone who would reject them both I
make so bold as to say this: Stop going to the cinema, don't watch any more
films, for you will never know the meaning of inspiration, of a view-finder, of
poetic intuition, a frame, a shot, an idea, a good film, the cinema. An insufferable
pretension? No: a wonderful certainty.
Notes
1 'Biarritz Rendez-vous': 'During the next year [1949], Objectif 49 [see "Six Charac-
ters in search of auteurs", Ch. 2, note 4] successfully broadened out and organ-
ized in Biarritz, with Cocteau as president, the "Ft"ftival du Film Maudit" ,
Gacques Ooniol-Valcroze, 'L'Histoire des Cahiers', Cllhiers 100, October 1959).
Maudit literally means 'cursed', but a more accurate translation here might be
'unjustly neglected'. Ray's They Live By Night was an important film at this
festival.
2 I am deliberately omitting Flying Leathernecks, A Woman's Secret and Born to be
Bad, which are acknowledged as 'assignments' (only the first came out in France).
(Author's note.)
3 In Johnny Guitar as in On Dangerous Ground the lynch-mob is led by Ward Bond:
Johnny: J've got a hunch the posse will be dropping in on you before night.
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Same people that paid you,esterday. But they won't be the same. A
posse isn't people. I've rideL .I.th them and I've ridden against them. A
posse is an animal; it moves hkt' one and thinks like one . . .
Vienna: They're men with itchy fingers and a coil of rope around their saddle-
horns looking for somebody to hang. And after riding a few hours they don't
care much who they hang. You haven't told me a thing I don't know.
Johnny: I haven't finished.
Vienna: Finish, but be brief.
Johnny: A posse feels safe because it's big. They only make a big target. I can
ride around and pick off a few; the rest of them will lose their guts, turn tail,
break up and go home.
And later:
Maclvers: My men are not killers. They've gotta be cold, tired and hungry before
they get mad.
Emma: How long does that take?
Maclvers: You've got five years of mad in you. You can give them another five
hours. (Author'S note.)
4 Ray's realism is a realism of words and poetic accidents I a la Cocteau'. A series
of larger than life affectations. All the cowboys in Johnny Guitar deliver insults
by calling each other 'mister':
The Kid: All of a sudden, I don't like you, mister.
Johnny: Now that makes me real sad. I always hate to lose a friend.
Vienna (attributed to The Kid in Truffaut's original): That's the way it goes. Lose
one, find one. Play something for me Mister Guitar.
Further on:
The Kid: Heads, I'm gonna kill you, mister. Tails, you can play her a tune.
And finally:
Bart: He ain't all right with me.
Corey: Who is?
Bart: Me. I like me, and I'm taking good care of me.
(Not sequential in the film.) (Author's note.)
5 Truffaut seems to be referring here in particular to Bazin's 'Hitchcock contre
Hitchcock', Cahiers 39, October 1954, in which Bazin is troubled by the distance
between his Cahiers colleagues' views of Hitchcock's work and Hitchcock's own
professed views.
6 For those who need more proofs than those offered on the screen: it is not our
custom in Cahiers to pay any attention to the tittle-tattle circulated in the Ho1ly-
wood gossip columns, but it is important to bear in mind - Bazin agrees with
me here - how much Ray's life resembles his films. First a long idyll with Joan
Crawford whom he meets again several years later to film Johnny Guitar, which
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is the story of a couple who come together again! Nicholas Ray was married to
Gloria Grahame. After numerous quarrels and reconciliations they got divorced;
Gloria accused her husband of violence and brutality. In a Lonely Place, whose
heroine is Gloria Grahame, tells the story of a scriptwriter who is sick of Holly-
wood, but because he is in love with a young woman is persuaded to work
there again. He hits people who disagree with him, falls out with his friends,
and gets drunk. One evening he almost strangles his mistress. She leaves him.
It all ends very badly, which is quite surprising for a little studio production
film. One can imagine our lovers meeting again six years later. He has become
a guitarist, she runs a gambling-joint out West, and here is the end of In a Lonely
Place running neatly into the beginning of Johnny Guitar, with Crawford replacing
Gloria.
Johnny: How many men have you forgotten?
Vienna: As many women as you've remembered.
Johnny: Don't go away.
Vienna: I haven't moved.
Johnny: Tell me something nice.
Vienna: Sure, what do you want to hear?
Johnny: Lie to me. Tell me all these years you've waited. Tell me.
Vienna: All these years I've waited.
Johnny: Tell me you'd have died if I hadn't come back.
Vienna: I would have died if you hadn't come back.
Johnny: Tell me you still love me like I love you.
Vienna: I still love you like you love me.
Johnny: Thanks. Thanks a lot. (Author's note.)
7 Like Rossellini, Ray knows the paltriness of speech. He never explains, he never
emphasizes. He makes schemas of films, rather than films (d. Rivette's article
on RR). There's something else they have in common: Ray is shocked by
children's deaths (They Live By Night, Knock on Any Door, On Dangerous Ground,
Johnny Guitar). The comparison that has been made between High Noon and
Johnny Guitar is like comparing a sardine to Jonah, or to be more precise, Poujade
to Bonaparte. Furthermore, I would point out that the American cinema is closer
to Gide than ours is, in that understatement is its favourite rhetorical device.
For example: 'Sam wa.sn't a bad guy' or 'Jeff, I've known officers worse than
you', or else 'She's not a bad looking doll'. (Author's note.)
'Rivette's article on RR' refers to Jacques Rivette's 'Letter on Rossellini', Ch.
26 in this volume.
Pierre Poujade, b. 1920, led a much publicized political protest movement in
France during the 1950s, reaching its height 1'1Sf, shortly after Truffaut's
reference here), when elections to the National Assembly brought 'Poujadists'
52 out of a total 595 seats. Initially a petit-bourgeois protest against government
taxation and interference, the movement also combined fascistic and anti-semitic
elements. 'Poujadisme' survives Poujade himself as a term for right-wing, petit-
bourgeois, anti-government tendencies.
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12 Eric Rohmer: 'Ajax or the Cid?'
('Ajax au Ie Cid?', Cahiers du Cinema 59,
May 1956)
It is to be deplored that the French distributors should have thought fit to
wrap up the latest Nicholas Ray film in this non-sense, this grammatically
monstrous hodge-podge (1 wouldn't call it an expression), by way of a
title - La Fureur de vivre (The Rage to Live). It is ugly, it is vulgar, and
what is more it means absolutely nothing. And yet the American title is
restrained and apposite; if it does not yield up the key to the work, it
none the less aptly illuminates the author's purpose: Rebel Without a Cause,
the cause for which one fights.
Cahiers readers know that we deem Nicholas Ray to be one of the
greatest - Rivette would say the greatest, and I would willingly endorse
that - of the new generation of American film-makers, the generation
which only came on the scene after the war. In spite of his obvious lack
of pretensions, he is one of the few to possess his own style, his own
vision of the world, his own poetry; he is an auteur, a great auteur. A
discernible constant factor running all the way through someone' s
is a double-edged weapon: it is proof of personality but also, in some
cases, of meagreness. Yet the constraints exerci. by the production
companies on film-makers are such, the manpower:'ft,e managers and the
good foremen so numerous, that the presence of a leitmotiv is a priori an
auspicious sign. The diversity of themes handled by Nicholas Ray, and
the richness of the variations which he adds to the beauty of the three or
four great themes dearest to him, tend to make his originality somewhat
less easy to pinpoint than that of any of his rivals. It is impossible to attach
any convenient label to his position, as one can with John Huston. It isn't
problems that interest him, in the manner of a Brooks, but human beings.
There is not a trace of the psychological subtleties so dear to Mankiewicz.
None of those instantly dazzling flashes of lyricism, as in Aldrich. His
tempo is slow, his melody usually monochord, but its delineation is so
precise, its progress so compulsive, that we cannot allow our attention to
stray for a moment. The bravura set-pieces, brilliant as they are, only
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assume prominence after a slow crescendo. It is more an art of 'connec-
tions' than of 'brilliancies'.
The spirit of this film is similar to that of the earlier ones, but the
situations themselves offer very specific analogies. The youth of the
heroes, their stubborn intensity, is that of the characters in Knock on Any
Door and They Live By Night. We have already encountered the theme of
violence in On Dangerous Ground and In a Lonely Place. James Dean's futile
heroism is Mitchum's in The Lusty Men or Cagney's in Run for Cover. The
character personified by Natalie Wood is not so dissimilar to the Joan
Crawford character in Johnny Guitar, despite the age difference. I'll go even
further: without exception, all the heroines in his films - Cathy O'Donnell,
Gloria Grahame, Susan Hayward, Ida Lupino, Viveca Lindfors, and the
two already mentioned - under his direction take on a rather surprising
air of physical resemblance. Just as he is the poet of violence, Nicholas
Ray is perhaps the only poet of love; it is the fascination peculiar to both
feelings that obsesses him, more than the study of their origins and their
close or distant repercussions. Neither fury nor cruelty, but that special
intoxication into which we are plunged by a violent physical act, situation
or passion. Not desire, like the majority of his compatriots in the cinema,
but the mysterious affinity that locks two human beings together. To all
this I would add a feeling for nature, discernible in the background - in
both the literal and the figurative sense - that is in harmony with his
temperament as more of a colourist, even in his black and white films,
than a plastic artist.
And then no other director knows how to give his characters so clearly
the air of having a common genealogy. They are marked with the seal of
the same fate, the same mora] or physical disease that is not quite taint
or decay. Look at the women's faces with their soft cheeks, but the eyes
ringed with shadows and the heavy lips; those athletic male silhouettes,
the Ryans, the Dereks, the Mitchums, flattened, or rather drawn back into
James Dean takes this even further; he is like a chrysalis badly
folded out of its cocoon. Turned in on himself? A solitude that is suffered
rather than willed, .rtured quest for affection, for love or friendship. I
spoke just now of P'finear development, but not as one of those fine
straight lines which Hawks would trace, the wide epic road, the calm
progressions, the noble bearing. Here everything is circular, from the
gestures of love to the movement of the stars, from those devouring looks
that envelop you in their intensity while they ,tr;\'C to avoid your eyes,
to those wandering pursuits, those deaths that tull circle and return
the heroes to their original state of innocence. Yes, that's it: what these
men-children lack is the kind of virginity with which the adventure writer
usually endows his characters. They do not have the resigned
complacency, nor the will to self-abasement that belongs to the man of
the modern novel. Nor are they entirely guilty ....
Nicholas Ray is a poet, of that there is no doubt, but it is not only the
lyrical character of his latest film I want to emphasize but its tragic
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character. First through its form, which may appear superficial but is not
unimportant. Rebel Without a Cau.::.c is a genuine drama in five acts. Act
One: exposition. Two youths and d ynung girl have just been picked up
by the police. The parents intervene. The subject is immediately placed
on the moral plane where it is to remain throughout the film: why the
rebellion? It does not even have that depth proper to the intentionally
absurd. Nor is it just the sudden leap of a restive young animal. It is the
honour of these boys and girls which is at stake, an honour ill-conceived
but which cannot be otherwise because its milieu and its circumstances
leave it no more noble terrain. Certainly an excess of naive psychoanalysis
weighs down the argument. But I don't think it has to be seen as an
explanation or an excuse: it is part of the setting of American life. At any
rate that is my opinion, having seen the film. The confusion did irritate
me momentarily, as did a certain insolence, apathy, I'd even say stupidity,
in the characters. That is how they are, a dramatic necessity. Let us pursue
it no further and turn to Act Two. Our main hero, personified by James
Dean, has promised to behave, and goes back to school. His classmates
make fun of his pretensions to 'toughness'. The first lyrical interlude, with
the lesson in the planetarium, that apocalyptic evocation which barely
succeeds in veiling with anxiety or feigned indifference the empty eyes of
our high school kids. An idea that is over-simple on paper, but it has
strength and depth in its execution, charged as it is with both gravity and
derision, like everything that is to follow. As they leave, fresh provo-
cations. Dean tries not to get involved, but his honour is at stake - not
his honour as a small-town tough guy but, we feel, his honour in every
sense - in not giving way. A knife fight, where the harshness and the
beauty of the landscape against which it is projected make us forget that
it is only a children's game. There is more: the second hand must be
played that very evening in an even more absurd and dangerous exercise.
This is Act Three. Don't forget that so far the will of the characters has
been the principal mechanism of the plot; and so it will be until the end.
The hero withdraws momentarily to his tent - namely, the family - to
meditate. Then he presents himself for battle. A but this
time it is at night. A peripeteia which makes the actiml'resurge: the game
is driving cars into the sea and jumping out at the 1ast moment. The
adversary is killed. Everyone takes to their heels. Act Four. Dean has saved
his honour and won the love of the victim's girl-friend, the girl he met in
the police station, played by Natalie Wood. He goes home and announces
to his parents his intention of giving himself up to the police. They
dissuade him. Their cowardice arouses his indignation. The father's weak-
ness doesn't just 'explain' the presence of the honour 'complex' in the
son, and his unhealthy notoriety I it justifies it, in the moral sense of the
word, it calls out for it, demands it. Violence, unpleasant scenes handled
with unusual candour. He goes to the police station but the police won't
see him. Meanwhile his classmates, suspecting betrayal, search for him.
His only friend, a little dark-haired kid strangely named 'Plato' (Sal Mineo),
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manages to join him after several incidents. This is the Last Act, at night,
in a deserted house that recalls On Dangerous Ground or Johnny Guitar. The
second lyrical interlude, when Natalie Wood joins the two boys. A love
scene by candlelight in the empty room; torment and peace in the night;
beyond childish cynicism comes the first uneasiness, the first shame - the
beauty of kisses and caresses. Before Woman, our erstwhile hero becomes
the little boy that he could not be with his parents, but Simultaneously he
discovers his responsibility as a man. Ray's eroticism is, if it matters, as
uneasy and equivocal as one could wish. There too the psychoanalyst will
have plenty of scope. But he certainly won't be able to appreciate how
much we, the audience, feel as we see the high school kids of that after-
noon prepare for a physical and moral battle worthy of the name ....
And we move. Not just with events (which come thick and fast: the arrival
of the other kids, the fight with Mineo, who gets scared and shoots, the
police on the scene, the chase in the copse); nor with the theatrical gran-
deur, in the right sense of the term, of the mise en scene (the cars with
their brilliant headlights encircling the planetarium, the police demands,
the dialogue in the shadows with Dean trying to make his friend see
reason); nor with the tragedy of the conclusion (when a policeman shoots
'Plato' as he appears at the top of the steps, nervously gripping the
revolver that Dean had unloaded without his knowledge). We make an
absolute move forward: we have eliminated that distance which we had so
cautiously kept between the characters and ourselves. Their reasons are
our reasons, their honour our honour, their madness ours. They have, to
use a modern tum of phrase, emerged from inauthenticity. By merit they
have acquired the dignity of tragic heroes, which we could not qUite
discern in them at first.
May I be forgiven my favourite vice, of evoking the memory of the
ancient Greeks. I don't think, in all good faith, that in this case such a
parallel would be artificial. The idea of fate is deep-rooted, in the works
of every period and every nation. It alone is not enough for the foundation
of tragedy; it needs the support of. some great dissension between the
forces present at moment, in man and around him, between the
individual's own p""i'M"e and the society - or nature - that cannot allow it,
and victimizes it, punishes it. A tragiC hero is always in some sense a
warrior awoken from the intoxication of battle, suddenly perceiving that
he is a god no longer. Anyone who re-reads Greek tragedy for enjoyment,
with schooldays over, will be struck by the presence of a theme which
the commentators have hardly touched on and which, unhappily, has
never inspired our classics - the theme of violence (that is how hubris and
orgia should be understood), a violence that is dangerous, to be
condemned but exhilarating and beautiful. The modern image of fate is
no banal, stupid accident, like the one James Dean, the actor, died in at
the height of his career. It is not the absurdity of chance, but of OUr
condition or our will. It is the disproportion that exists between the
measure of man - always a noble one - and the futility of the task that
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he often sets himself. It is not that earlier ages have been wiser than ours,
or given more of themselves in the battle, they too without a cause; but
more rigidly defined codes of honour always offered some pretext for the
most absurd conduct. What I like about this film is that the word 'honour',
out of the mouths of these apathetic, petit-bourgeois juveniles, is
unchanged and loses none of its pure, dazzling brilliance, kept ablaze by
these kids, these rodeo specialists, these outlaws of the prairie, even
though their vanity and their foolish obstinacy are condemned by society,
by morality, by whatever it is, in short by fate. They are not quite guilty,
but not completely innocent either, only blighted by the defect of their
century. It is the task of the politicians and the philosophers to show
mankind horizons which are clearer than the ones it has chosen, but it is
the poet's mission to doubt that optimism, to extract from the lees of his
time the precious stone, to teach us to love without forbidding us to judge,
to keep always alive in us the sense of tragedy. These thoughts came to
me one day in a local cinema where they were showing In a Lonely Place.
Each time I see a new Nicholas Ray film they come to mind again, and
particularly with this one, his masterpiece.
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13 Jean-Luc Godard: 'Nothing but
Cinema'
('Rien que Ie cinema', Cahiers du Cinema
68, February 1957)
1 the cinema no longer existed, Nicholas Ray alone gives the impression
of being capable of reinventing it, and what is more, of wanting to. While
it is easy to imagine John Ford as an admiral, Robert Aldrich on Wall
Street, Anthony Mann on the trail of Belliou la Fumee or Raoul Walsh as
a latter-day Henry Morgan under Caribbean skies, it is difficult to see the
director of Run for Cover doing anything but make films. A Logan or a
Tashlin, for instance, might make good in the theatre or music-hall,
Preminger as a novelist, Brooks as a schoolteacher, Fuller as a politician,
Cukor a press agent - but not Nicholas Ray. Were the cinema suddenly
to cease to exist, most directors would be in no way at a loss; Nicholas
Ray would. After seeing Johnny Guitar or Rebel Without a Cause, one cannot
but feel that here is something which exists only in the cinema, which
would be nothing in a novel, the stage or anywhere else, but which
becomes fantastically beautiful on the screen. Nicholas Ray is morally a
director, first and foremost. This explains the fact that in spite of his innate
talent and obvious sincerity, a script which he does not take seriously will
remain superficial.
At first glance this seems to be the Clse with Hnt Blood, which is treated
very casually, however, for the basic situation is not without promise.
Taken literally, it is the situation of The Lusty Men in reverse, or Cukor's
Bhowani Junction if you like: weary of adventure, someone returns to the
people to whom he belongs. No one who shares my opinion that D. H.
Lawrence's The Plumed Serpent is the most important novel of the twentieth
century will be surprised when I say that here, had he so chosen, Nicholas
Ray could have found a subject even more modern in its overtones than
the ones he prefers. It seems he felt differently, however, and saw Hot
Blood merely as a diversion between two a priori more ambitious films.
Should one hold this against him? Renoir has just demonstrated with
Elena that taking it easy is a very serious thing, and even if he was amUSing
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himself by taking it easy, or vice I would therefore take Nicholas
Ray to task for having on this his fun too lightly.
But, I can hear people say, the hi,r: -'5 just a commercial chore about
gipsies, with Cornel Wilde forced to marry Jane Russell while she quits
the tribe of which he is Dauphin and then realizes how much she needs
them. Perhaps, but it isn't so simple, because I like to think that Nicholas
Ray is honest enough to become involved only in something that involves
him, and this was the case here. Hot Blood offered a chance to tackle a
subject which on his own admission is dear to him - the ethnic minority
- to depict a race through an individual, and so follow the path opened
up by Rossellini while still going his own way.
Each shot of this film (slightly angled since he has been shooting in
CinemaScope) proves, moreover, that the director is not totally unin-
terested, and that he was not replaced by Raoul Walsh as one might have
been led to believe by the Jane Russell character, whose mannerisms are
exactly those of Mamie in The Revolt of Mamie Stover. The plot itself,
although badly handled, carries Ray's stamp, and the Cornel Wilde
character is very close to those played by Sterling Hayden, Arthur
Kennedy and James Cagney in his earlier films. Always, in a Ray film,
the leading character returns to something he once abandoned or scorned.
For him it is not a question of conquering but - more difficult - of
reconquering a position lost through immaturity, inertia or discontent.
So one may well regret that Nicholas Ray did not feel called upon to
deal more trenchantly with a situation and characters which might have
made Hot Blood a less anodyne work. No reservations are necessary,
however, in praising the deliberate and systematic use of the gaudiest
colours to be seen in the cinema: barley-sugar orange shirts, acid-green
dresses, violet cars, blue and pink carpets. The whole thing is a little like
Van Dongen (at his best), and puts paid once and for all to those who
still believe that colour in the cinema is more suited to soft than violent
tones. For a purely technical reason, moreover, depth of focus in Cinema-
Scope (which will not permit the use of a lens with a focal length shorter
than 50 mm) is obtained by accentuating contrasts (d. films shot by Joe
MacDonald and John Alton).
Hot Blood, in short, is a semi-successful film to the extent that Ray was
semi-uninterested in it. A success almost in spite of its director, I should
add; or better, bro-.lght off by Nicholas Ray's innate sense of cinema: in
an almost automatic manner, therefore, but less naively than that writing
beloved of the early Surrealists. The whole cinema and nothing but the
cinema, I was saying of Nicholas Ray. This eulogy entails a reservation.
Nothing but cinema may not be the whole cinema.
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14 Jean-Luc Godard: 'Beyond the
Stars'
('Au dela des etoiles', Cahiers du Cinema
79, January 1958)
There was theatre (Griffith), poetry (Murnau), painting (Rossellini), dance
(Eisenstein), music (Renoir).l Henceforth there is cinema. And the cinema
is Nicholas Ray.
Why does one remain unmoved by stills from Bitter Victory when one
knows that it is the most beautiful of films? Because they express nothing.
And for good reason. Whereas a single still of Lillian Gish is sufficient to
conjure up Broken Blossoms, or of Charles Chaplin for A King in New York,
Rita Hayworth for Lady from Shanghai, even Ingrid Bergman for Elena, a
still of Curt Jurgens lost in the Tripolitan desert or of Richard Burton
wearing a white burnous bears no relation to Curt Jurgens or Richard
Burton on the screen. A gulf yawns between the still and the film itself.
A gulf which is a whole world. Which? The world of the modem cinema.
It is in this sense that Bitter Victory is an abnormal film. One is no longer
interested in objects, but in what lies between the objects and becomes
an object in its tum. Nicholas Ray forces us to consider as real something
one did not even consider as unreal, something one did not consider at
all. Bitter Victory is rather like one of those drawings in which children are
asked to find the hunter and which at first seem to be a meaningless mass
of lines.
Not that one should say 'behind the British Commando raid on
Rommel's HQ lies a symbol of our time', because there is no behind and
no before. Bitter Victory is what it is. One does not find reality on the one
hand - the conflict between Lieutenant Keith and Captain Brand - and
fiction on the other - the conflict between courage and cowardice, fear
and lUcidity, morality and liberty, or what have you. No. It is no longer
a question of either reality or fiction, or of one transcending the other. It
is a question of something quite different. What? The stars, maybe, and
men who like to look at them and dream.
Magnificently edited, Bitter Victory is exceptionally well acted by Curt
Jurgens and Richard Burton. With Et Dieu ... crea La femme, this makes
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twice one can believe in a character created by Jurgens. As for Richard
Burton, who has acquitted himself well enough in all his previous films,
good or bad, when directed by Nicholas Ray he is absolutely sensational.
A kind of Wilhelm Meister 1958? No matter. It would mean little enough
to say that Bitter Victory is the most Goethian of films. What is the point
of redoing Goethe, or of doing anything again - Don Quixote or Bouvard
et Pecuchet, J'accuse or Voyage au bout de La nuit - since it has already
been done? What is love, fear, contempt, danger, adventure, despair,
bitterness, victory? What does it matter compared to the stars?
Never before have the characters in a film seemed so close and yet so
far away. Faced by the deserted streets of Benghazi or the sand-dunes,
we suddenly think for the space of a second of something else - the snack-
bars on the Champs-Elysees, a girl one liked, everything and anything,
lies, the treachery of women, the shallowness of men, playing the slot-
machines. For Bitter Victory is not a reflection of life, it is life itself turned
into film, seen from behind the mirror
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where the cinema intercepts it. It
is at once the most direct and the most secret of films, the most subtle
and the crudest. It is not cinema, it is more than cinema.
How can one talk of such a film? What is the point of saying that the
meeting between Richard Burton and Ruth Roman while Curt Jurgens
watches is edited with fantastic brio? Maybe this was a scene during which
we had closed our eyes. For Bitter Victory, like the sun, makes you close
your eyes. Truth is blinding.
Notes
1 This classification may seem arbitrary, and above all, paradoxical. But it isn't so.
Certainly Griffith was the sworn enemy of the theatre, but the theatre of his
time. The aesthetic of Birth of a Nation or One Exciting Night is the same as that
of Richard III or As You Like It. If Griffith invented cinema, he invented it with
the same ideas that Shakespeare brought to the theatre. He invented 'suspense'
with the same ideas that Comeille brought to 'suspension'.
Similarly, to say that Renoir is close to music and Rossellini to painting, when
it is well known that the former adores the boards and the latter hates canvases,
is simply to say that the man who made The River has an affinity with Mozart,
and the man who made Europa 51. with Velasquez. To make a crude simplific-
ation: one attempts to portray the soul; the other, character.
This, of course, is an attempt to define film-makers by what is deepest inside
them, by the 'quality' of their 'invention'. In a Renoir film, for instance, the
figure three corresponds to a 'tempo', whereas with Eisenstein the same figure
corresponds to a spatial obsession. Eisenstein is dance because, like it, he seeks
within the heart of people and things the immobility within movement.
(Author'S note.)
2 'Behind the mirror': the French title of Ray's film Bigger than Life is Derriere Ie
miroir (i.e. Behind the Mirror). (Translator'S note.)
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15 Charles Bitsch: Interview with
Nicholas Ray
CEntretien avec Nicholas Ray', Cahiers du
Cinema 89, November 1958 (extracts))
There is an underlying theme which can be seen in all your films: that evil exists
in every human being.
That's right. I believe it comes from the feeling - mixed, I hope, with a
little insight - that no human being, male or female, is all good or all bad.
The essential thing in every portrayal of life, be it fiction based on reality,
or strict realism, is that the spectator looking on feels that he or she, under
the same circumstances, would act in exactly the same way, be it right or
wrong; the character's weaknesses should be human, because if they are,
the spectators can recognize their own in them, so that, when the character
acts as a hero they feel capable of doing the same thing and so identify
with him. Nobody is, or ever has been, a pure and simple hero; I don't
know if you've ever had the opportunity, but I've met a few exceptional
heroes and, when I said to them, JYou were incredible, you were great,'
they didn't understand who it was I was talking about, because they had
done their great deed by simply obeying their instinct, an innate grandeur,
their education, or something deeply rooted in the recesses of their souls.
They may not have been high up on the social scale, they may have been
very ordinary, even less than ordinary people; but having acted in this
way, they proved that there ':vas something great in them, that when the
time came to decide, to act, although they weren't prepared for it, they
behaved like great men; and this marked them for the rest of their lives.
Some became heroes and this led to their downfall, because after acting
so heroically and establishing the reputation of a hero, they expected
everything they did afterwards was going to be just as heroic or thought
they'd got rid of all the faults they might have had before. The mistakes
that criminals make are for the same reasons.
The characters of In a Lonely Place, On Dangerous Ground, Rebel Without
a Cause, all have something in common: they are violent.
Absolutely, there is violence inside them. There is in each of us: it is there
in potential. The bank cashier leading a peaceful life counts his wads of
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notes and begins to hate everybody: hI' counts his notes until, one day,
suddenly I he sei7es the gun he kpl:T'" t{) guard his till, goes out into the
street and j dozen peer)]:' h.Clt '" '''\lhy I like non-conformists: the
non-conformist is much s .. mer thall tnt' '"vho, all his life, carries on
in his everyday way, hl"s the ifa',:"! 1Ikt>ly, at the most unex-
pected moment, to explod;:: and klll the first person who comes along. In
America, standard criminal or...: nti-social acts can already be seen in eleven-
or twelve-year-old children, but n:.ost acts of atrocious violence, the ones
that make the headlines in the papers, are perpetrated by individuals who
have never committed crimes before: it's not the first criminal act they've
thought about, but it is the first they have committed.
In your films this theme of violence is always closely linked to that of solitude.
For everything I have written and was closely involved in, my. . . personal
trademark has always been 'I'm a stranger here myself.'l The first piece
of poetry I wrote when I was young was already on that topic. The quest
for a fulfilled life is, I think, paradOXically, solitary. I also believe that
solitude is very important for man, so long as it does not harm him, if he
knows how to use it originally as ... This is a very personal feeling: it's
too difficult to talk about. [ ... ]
Hew did you come to work with Frank Lloyd Wright?
At the age of sixteen I wrote and produced a series of programmes for
the radio and they won me a grant for any university of my choice. But
there wasn't in fact a university which taught anything about the radio,
or drama actually. So I went to the University of Chicago because Hutchins
was there and was going to try out a new educational system. But then I
became a sort of refugee from higher education in as much as I felt that
all I was going to learn with classical university teaching would have to
be unlearned in order for me to make my way in drama, in the field that
I had chosen, and I found out afterwards that I was right. Architecture is
the backbone of all the arts, you know: if it is real architecture it
encompasses every domain. The simple word 'architecture' can just as
well apply to a play, a score of music or a way of life. Frank Lloyd Wright
gave all young people in the world the opportunity to meet, to practise
architecture, to lead a communal life, and exchange experiences and points
of view. There weren't many Americans among the thirty-five young
people who were the first to Join Frank Lloyd Wright, but there were
Nicaraguans, Japanese, French, Danes, Swiss and Chinese, some of them
sculptors like Naguchi, musicians like Brooks, and others painters.
Can't one detect Frank Lloyd Wright's influence in the architecture of the houses
in On Dangerous Ground and Johnny Guitar?
No. I'd say that the most obvious influence Wright had on me, apart from
a kind of philosophic leaning ... no, not a philosophic leaning, rather a
certain way of looking at things, is my liking for CinemaScope; I like the
horizontal line, and the horizontal was essential for Wright. I like the
Cinema5cope format very much; and when I am free to use it as I please,
as in Rebel, I get great satisfaction from doing so. But in the two films you
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have mentioned, the architecture was so detennined by the time and place
that it wasn't at all like Frank Lloyd Wright and owed nothing to the
influence he had on me. I used objects, like the tree-trunk for Ida [Lupino],
which are, it's true, the kind of props one might find in the living-room
of a Frank Lloyd Wright villa, but in the structure, in the architecture
itself, Frank Lloyd Wright's influence is non-existent. However, in Johnny
Guitar . . . it's difficult to say. I needed an almost arbitrarily dramatic
moment, so to speak, to place the whiteness of Vienna's dress against the
red rocks; but I think you can rarely determine the exact influence you've
undergone, where your taste for something comes from, or what that
taste was subjected to as it evolved. I would be absolutely incapable of
telling you why I wanted to make my life in the theatre, or in music. Did
it come from a feeling of revolt, from a particularly pressing influence, from
a need to attract attention, or from something else? I don't know.[ ... ]
You were telling us that not one of your films has fully satisfied you. Can you
say what your 'ideal film' would be?
I don't know. It has always been my aim, even when I was making what
I would call 'films to order', at the time I was under contract. You can
only refuse a certain number of offers and you're sometimes forced to
choose from an often discouraging list of projects, but, on the other hand,
the rent has to be paid, the children educated, etc. At last I've got past
that stage, but I had to go through it like everyone else. I've had, I think,
more luck than most directors, since, two or three exceptions apart, I have
never been forced to make a film without having my say. In more than
75 per cent of cases I've been allowed to work on the screenplay, to put
forward my ideas and to make changes or improvise on the set. I keep
looking, I put my camera on my back and I go hunting.
Do you improvise a lot while you are filming?
The entire ending of In a Lonely Place, for example, was improvised. In
Rebel Without a Cause I improvised, one evening at home, the whole scene
where Jimmy returns home to his parents after the tragedy. The scene
had been bothering me a lot: according to the script it should have taken
place in the mother's bedroom, but it seemed static to me. So one evening
when Jimmy dropped by to see me, I began to discuss the scene with
him; I asked him to go into the yrd while I played the part of the father
in the living-room. I gave Jimmy two contradictory instructions: first to go
upstairs without being heard, and then, at the same time, to feel the
irresistible need to talk to somebody. I then turned on the television to a
channel where the programmes had finished, and pretended to be asleep.
So Jimmy comes in and walks past me to go upstairs and it's then that
the contradictory movement gets the better of him: he falls heavily on to
the sofa, with a bottle of milk, and waits for me to wake up; at that very
moment I exclaimed, 'Now your mother comes down the stairs!' And I
knew that I'd found the dynamicS of my scene. I got the designer to come
to my place, and the set we used in Rebel was copied from my own living-
room where we had improvised the scene. It's a very satisfying way to
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work; it was also from this that we got the idea of showing the mother
coming downstairs from Jimmy's point of view. The planetarium, the kids
in the car, and several other scenes were also improvised.
There's a curious thing about the shot of the mother coming downstairs. You used
it in Rebel Without a Cause and in Hot Blood. In the former it is taken from
Jimmy's point of view, but in Hot Blood, when the camera comes back to the
horizontal, the two characters are in frame so that it is no longer taken from Cornel
Wilde's point of view.
That's right, and it was a mistake to reframe the two characters. To be
honest, what I always try to do, whenever it's possible, is to put the
camera in an actor's place, to make it act for him and let it become the
point of view of somebody for whom I feel sympathy or antipathy. This
shot is the 'point of view' principle exploited to its extreme and comes
from the way I treat the camera, making it look for the truth by letting it
play for me, like an actor.
Are you as interested in the camera as you are in the screenplay or the actors?
I am interested in the story and the characters. The camera is an instru-
ment, it's the microscope which allows you to detect the 'melody of the
look'. It's a wonderful instrument because its microscopic power is for me
the equivalent of introspection in a writer, and the unrolling of the film
in the camera corresponds, in my opinion, to the train of thought of the
writer. But if the character on whom I am working has nothing to photo-
graph, then the camera becomes useless; all you are doing then is playing
with the most expensive electric train set in the world.
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One often gets the impression that to shoot a scene you work in the following way:
you start by filming it in long shot and then you make cutaways.
I can't reply definitively to that question, because it varies. I make them
rehearse the scene first; I sometimes start by filming it in long shot in
order to give the actors the mood in which they should play it - I even,
occasionally, shoot for as long as there is film in the camera. In Bigger
Than Life I had shot the staircase scene in a single shot of nine minutes
and when we looked at the rushes everyone exclaimed, 'Don't make any
cutaways, don't do any, it's the most suffocating scene we've ever seen!'
Prior to this, a playwright had read that scene and said to me, 'I really
can't see how you could get that across.' Had I listened to those who
advised me not to make any cutaways, the dynamics of the scene would
have been reduced to nothing. I believe, in fact, that they let themselves
be impressed by the technical performance, whereas the actors, after
rehearsing, were only just beginning to get to grips with the scene and
we needed to go even further. But sometimes I start in a completely
different way, with a close-up. This can also depend on the actor, the
atmosphere or a technical necessity that the actor has to face, and I have
to help him to prepare for it. I have no hard and fast rules.
Doesn't your method of filming depend on the style that you give to your film?
One would be tempted to divide your work into two categories: some, like Rebel
Without a Cause, Bigger Than Life or Johnny Guitar have a theatrical style,
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and others, like On Dangerous Ground or They Live By Night a novelistic
style.
No, I don't think so, since I myself adapted They Live By Night and On
Dangerous Ground, and I also wrote the original story of Rebel: so there is
no reason why one should be related to a novel and the other to a play.
Earlier, when I was talking about the camera, I brought up the writer. In
fact a film can be related to a novel in as much as sentences are scenes
and chapters sequences, but when you're working on a screenplay you
readily give it a play form: three acts or, as in Bitter Victory, a prologue,
two acts and an epilogue. So cinema stands on the borderline between
the novel and the theatre. Once again, the only method I can claim to
have is to work on the actor. I attach great importance to the actor. Casting
a film, to fill a dozen parts I see nearly three hundred actors, I chat with
them ... and sometimes I make the wrong choice. But even in this
domain I don't follow any precise rules, for you have to adapt yourself to
the actor since each has a different essence. I don't think that any director
can assert that his style is the long shot, the medium shot or the close-
up, unless he has the mind of a civil servant. One thing is certain, time
and space play no role at all in the construction of a film, the cinema is
unaware of them; a scene can carry you into another world, another age.
One simply tries to capture, in flight, moments of truth, as much by
thought as by intuition, instinct, or ... too rarely ... by flashes of
inspiration. And those moments of truth can be either comic or tragic if
one is dealing with kings great enough to fall. That is how a film is made,
the rest is simply a question of looking at life and people.
Notes
1 'I've a great respect for a gun, and besides I'm a stranger here myself': the line
is spoken by Sterling Hayden in the title role of Johnny Guitar (1953). I'm Q
Stranger Here Myself is also the title of an American documentary film about Ray
(director David M. Halpern, 1974).
2 The reference is to Orson Welles, who is reputed to have said to Richard Wilson,
while being shown the RKO studio machinery in 1940: 'This is the biggest
electric train set any boy ever had!' See, for example, Joseph McBride, Orson
Welles, London, Secker & Warburg; New York, Viking, 1972, p. 31.
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III Auteurs
16 Jacques Rivette: 'The Genius of
Howard Hawks'
('Genie de Howard Hawks', Cahiers du
Cinema 23, May 1953)
The evidence on the screen is the proof of Hawks's genius: you only have
to watch Monkey Business to know that it is a brilliant film. Some people
refuse to admit this, however; they refuse to be satisfied by proof. There
can't be any other reason why they don't recognize it.
Hawks's {1!uvre is equally divided between comedies and dramas - a
remarkable ambivalence. More remarkable still is his frequent fusing of
the two elements so that each, rather than damaging the other, seems to
underscore their reciprocal relation: the one sharpens the other. Comedy
is never long absent from his most dramatic plots, and far from comprom-
ising the feeling of tragedy, it removes the comfort of fatalistic indulgence
and keeps the events in a perilous kind of equilibrium, a stimulating
uncertainty which only adds to the strength of the drama. Scarface's
secretary speaks comically garbled English, but that doesn't prevent his
getting shot; our laughter all the way through The Big Sleep is inextricable
from our foreboding of danger; the climax of Red River, in which we are
no longer sure of our own feelings, wondering whose side to take and
whether we should be amused or afraid I sets our every nerve quivering
with panic and gives us a dizzy, giddy feeling that of a tightrope
walker whose foot falters without quite slipping, a feeling as unbearable
as the ending of a nightmare.
While it is the comedy which gives Hawks's tragedy its effectiveness,
the comedy cannot quite dispel (not the tragedy, let's not spoil our best
arguments by going too far) the harsh feeling of an existence in which no
action can undo itself from the web of responSibility. Could we be offered
a more bitter view of life than this? I have to confess that I am quite unable
to join in the laughter of a packed theatre when I am riveted by the
calculated twists of a fable (Monkey Business) which sets out - gaily, logi-
cally, and with an unholy abandon - to chronicle the fatal stages in the
degradation of a superior mind.
It is no accident that similar groups of intellectuals turn up in both Ball
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of Fire and The Thing from Another World. But Hawks is not so much
concerned with the subjection of the world to the jaded, glacial vision of
the scientific mind as he is with retracing the comic misfortunes of the
intelligence. Hawks is not concerned with satire or psychology; societies
mean no more to him than sentiments do; unlike Capra or McCarey, he
is solely preoccupied with the adventure of the intellect. Whether he
opposes the old to the new, the sum of the world's knowledge of the past
to one of the degraded forms of modern life (Ball of Fire, A Song is Born),
or man to beast (Bringing Up Baby), he sticks to the same story - the
intrusion of the inhuman, or the crudest avatar of humanity, into a highly
civilized SOciety. In The Thing, the mask is finally off: in the confined space
of the universe, some men of science are at grips with a creature worse
than inhuman, a creature from another world; and their efforts are directed
towards fitting it into the logical framework of human knowledge.
But in Monkey Business the enemy has crept into man himself: the subtle
poison of the Fountain of Youth, the temptation of infantilism. This we
have long known to be one of the less subtle wiles of the Evil One - now
in the form of a hound, now in the form of a monkey - when he comes
up against a man of rare intelligence. And it is the most unfortunate of
illusions which Hawks rather cruelly attacks: the notion that adolescence
and childhood are barbarous states from which we are rescued by
education. The child is scarcely distinguishable from the savage he imitates
in his games: and a most distinguished old man, after he has drunk the
precious fluid, takes delight in imitating a chimp. One can find in this a
classical conception of man, as a creature whose only path to greatness
lies through experience and maturity; at the end of his journey, it is his
old age which will be his judge.
Still worse than infantilism, degradation, or decadence, however, is the
fascination these tendencies exert on the same mind which perceives them
as evil; the film is not only a story about this fascination, it offers itself to
the spectator as a demonstration of the power of the fascination. Likewise,
anyone who criticizes this tendency must first submit himself to it. The
monkeys, the Indians, the goldfish are no more than the guise worn by
Hawks's obsession with primitivism, which also finds expression in the
savage rhythms of the tom-tom music, the sweet stupidity of Marilyn
Monroe (that monster of femininity whom the costume designer nearly
deformed), or the ageing bacchante Ginger Rogers becomes when she
reverts to adolescence and her wrinkles seem to shrink away. The instinc-
tive euphoria of the characters' actions gives a lyric quality to the ugliness
and foulness, a denseness of expression which heightens everything into
abstraction: the fascination of all this gives beauty to the metamorphoses
in retrospect. One could apply the word 'expressionistic' to the artfulness
with which Cary Grant twists his gestures into symbols; watching the
scene in which he makes himself up as an Indian, it is impossible not to
be reminded of the famous shot in The Blue Angel in which Jannings stares
at his distorted face. It is by no means facile to compare these two similar
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tales of ruin: we recall how the themes of damnation and malediction in
the German cinema had imposed the same rigorous progression from the
likeable to the hideous.
From the close-up of the chimpanzee to the moment when the diaper
slips off the baby Cary Grant, the viewer's head swims with the constant
whirl of immodesty and impropriety; and what is this feeling if not a
mixture of fear, censure - and fascination? The allure of the instinctual,
the abandonment to primitive earthly forces, evil, ugliness, stupidity - all
of the Devil's attributes are, in these comedies in which the soul itself is
tempted to bestiality, deviously combined with logic in extremis; the
sharpest point of the intelligence is turned back on itself. I Was a Male War
Bride takes as its subject simply the impossibility of finding a place to sleep,
and then prolongs it to the extremes of debasement and demoralization.
Hawks knows better than anyone else that art has to go to extremes,
even the extremes of squalor, because that is the source of comedy. He is
never afraid to use bizarre narrative twists, once he has established that
they are possible. He doe"n't try to confound the spectator's vulgar tend-
encies; he sates them by taking them a step further. This is also Moliere's
genius: his mad fits of logic are apt to make the laughter stick in your
throat. It is also Mumau's genius - the famous scene with Dame Martha
in his excellent Tartuffe and several sequences of Der letzte Mann are still
models of Molieresque cinema.
Hawks is a director of intelligence and precision, but he is also a bundle
of dark forces and strange fascinations; his is a Teutonic spirit, attracted
by bouts of ordered madness which give birth to an infinite chain of
consequences. The very fact of their continuity is a manifestation of Fate.
His heroes demonstrate this not so much in their feelings as in their
actions, which he observes meticulously and with passion. It is actions
that he films, meditating on the power of appearance alone. We are not
concerned with John Wayne's thoughts as he walks toward Montgomery
Clift at the end of Red River, or Bogart's thoughts as he beats somebody
up: our attention is directed solely to the precision of each step - the exact
rhythm of the walk - of each blow - and to the gradual collapse of the
battered body.
But at the same time, Hawks epitomizes the highest qualities of the
American cinema: he is the onlv American director who knows how to
draw a moral. His marvellous of action dnd morality is probably the
secret of his genius. It is not an idea that is fascinating in a Hawks film,
but its effectiveness. A deed holds our attention not so much for its
intrinsic beauty as for its effect on the inner works of his universe.
Such art demands a basic honesty, and Hawks's use of time and space
bears witness to this - no flashback, no ellipsis; the rule is continuity. No
character disappears without us following him, and nothing surprises the
hero which doesn't surprise us at the same time. There seems to be a law
behind Hawks's action and editing, but it is a biological law like that
governing any living being: each shot has a functional beauty, like a neck
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or an ankle. The smooth, orderly succession of shots has a rhythm like
the pulsing of blood, and the whole film is like a beautiful body, kept
alive by deep, resilient breathing.
This obsession with continuity imposes a feeling of monotony on
Hawks's films, the kind often associated with the idea of a journey to be
made or a course to be run (Air Force, Red River), because everything is
felt to be connected to everything else, time to space and space to time.
So in films which are mostly comic (To Have and Have Not, The Big Sleep),
the characters are confined to a few settings, and they move around rather
helplessly in them. We begin to feel the gravity of each movement they
make, and we are unable to escape from their presence. But Hawksian
drama is always expressed in spatial terms, and variations in setting are
parallel with temporal variations: whether it is the drama of Scarface,
whose kingdom shrinks from the city he once ruled to the room in which
he is finally trapped, or of the scientists who cannot dare leave their hut
for fear of The Thing; of the fliers in Only Angels Have Wings, trapped in
their station by the fog and managing to escape to the mountains from
time to time, just as Bogart (in To Have and Have Not) escapes to the sea
from the hotel which he prowls impotently, between the cellar and his
room; and even when these themes are burlesqued in Ball of Fire, with
the grammarian moving out of his hermetic library to face the perils of
the city, or in Monkey Business, in which the characters' jaunts are an
indication of their reversion to infancy (I Was a Male War Bride plays on
the motif of the journey in another way). Always the heroes' movements
are along the path of their destiny.
The monotony is only a fa.;ade. Beneath it, feelings are slowly ripening,
developing step by step towards a violent climax. Hawks uses lassitude
as a dramatic device - to convey the exasperation of men who have to
restrain themselves for two hours, patiently containing their anger, hatred,
or love before our eyes and then suddenly releasing it, like slowly satu-
rated batteries which eventually give off a spark. Their anger is heightened
by their habitual sangfroid; their calm fa.;ade is pregnant with emotion,
with the secret trembling of their nerves and of their soul- until the cup
overflows. A Hawks film often has the same feeling as the agonizing wait
for the fall of a drop of water.
The comedies show another side of this principle of monotony. Forward
action is replaced by repetition, like the rhetoric of Raymond Roussel
replacing Peguy's; the same actions, endlessly recurring, which Hawks
builds up with the persistence of a maniac and the patience of a man
obsessed, suddenly whir] madly about, as if at the mercy of a capricious
maelstrom.
What other man of genius, even if he were more obsessed with conti-
nuity, could be more passionately concerned with the consequences of
men's actions, or with these actions' relationship to each other? The way
they influence, repel, or attract one another makes up a unified and
coherent world, a Newtonian universe whose ruling principles are the
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universal law of gravity and a deep conviction of the gravity of existence.
Human actions are weighed and measured by a master director preoccu-
pied with man's responsibilities.
The measure of Hawks's films is intelligence, but a pragmatic intelligence,
applied directly to the physical world, an intelligence which takes its
efficacity from the precise viewpoint of a profession or from some form
of human activity at grips with the universe and anxious for conquest.
Marlowe in The Big Sleep practises a profession just as a scientist or a flier
does; and when Bogart hires out his boat in To Have and Have Not, he hardly
looks at the sea: he is more interested in the beauty of his passengers than
in the beauty of the waves. Every river is made to be crossed, every herd
is made to be fattened and sold at the highest price. And women, however
seductive, however much the hero cares for them, must join them in the
struggle.
It is impossible adequately to evoke To Have and Have Not without
immediately recalling the struggle with the fish at the beginning of the
film. The universe cannot be conquered without a fight, and fighting is
natural to Hawks's heroes: hand-to-hand fighting. What closer grasp of
another being could be hoped for than a vigorous struggle like this? So
love exists even where there is perpetual opposition; it is a bitter duel
whose constant dangers are ignored by men intoxicated with passion (The
Big Sleep, Red River). Out of the contest comes esteem - that admirable
word encompassing knowledge, appreciation and sympathy: the
opponent becomes a partner. The hero feels a great sense of disgust if he
has to face an enemy who refuses to fight; Marlowe, seized with a sudden
bitterness, precipitates events in order to hasten the climax of his case.
Maturity is the hallmark of these reflective men, heroes of an adult,
often exclusively masculine world, where tragedy is found in personal
relationships; comedy comes from the intrusion and admixture of alien
elements, or in mechanical objects which take away their free will- that
freedom of decision by which a man can express himself and affirm his
existence as a creator does in the act of creation.
I don't want to seem as if I'm praising Hawks for being 'a genius
estranged from his time', but it is the obviousness of his modernity which
lets me avoid belabouring it. I'd prefer, instead, to point out how, even
if he is occaSionally drawn to the ridiculous or the absurd, Hawks first of
all concentrates on the smell and feel of reality, giving reality an unusual
and indeed long-hidden grandeur and nobility; how Hawks gives the
modern sensibility a classical conscience. The father of Red River and Only
Angels Have Wings is none other than Corneille; ambiguity and complexity
are compatible only with the noblest feelings, which some still consider
'dull', even though it is not these feelings which are soonest exhausted
but rather the barbaric, mutable natures of crude souls - that is why
modern novels are so boring.
Finally, how could I omit mentioning those wonderful Hawksian
opening scenes in which the hero settles smoothly and solidly in for the
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duration? No preliminaries, no expository devices: a door opens, and there
he is in the first shot. The conversation gets going and quietly familiarizes
us with his personal rhythm; after bumping into him like this, we can no
longer leave his side. We are his companions all through the journey as
it unwinds as surely and regularly as the film going through the projector.
The hero moves with the litheness and constancy of a mountaineer who
starts out with a steady gait and maintains it along the roughest trails,
even to the end of the longest day's march.
From these first stirrings, we are not only sure that the heroes will never
leave us, we also know that they will stick by their promises to a fault,
and will never hesitate or quit: no one can put a stop to their marvellous
stubbornness and tenacity. Once they have set out, they will go on to the
end of their tether and carry the promises they have made to their logical
conclusions, come what may. What is started must be finished. It doesn't
matter that the heroes are often involved against their wills: by proving
themselves, by achieving their ends, they win the right to be free and the
honour of calling themselves men. To them, logic is not some cold intellec-
tual activity, but proof that the body is a coherent whole, harmoniously
following the consequences of an action out of loyalty to itself. The
strength of the heroes' willpower is an assurance of the unity of the man
and the spirit, tied together on behalf of that which both justifies their
existence and gives it the highest meaning.
If it is true that we are fascinated by extremes, by everything which is
bold and excessive, and that we find grandeur in a lack of moderation -
then it follows that we should be intrigued by the clash of extremes,
because they bring together the intellectual precision of abstractions with
the elemental magic of the great earthly impulses, linking thunderstorms
with equations in an affirmation of life. The beauty of a Hawks film
comes from this kind of affirmation, staunch and serene, remorseless and
resilient. It is a beauty which demonstrates existence by breathing and
movement by walking. That which is, is.
Translated by Russell Campbell and
Marvin Pister, adapted from a
translation by Adrian Brine
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17 Jacques Rivette: 'The Essential'
('L'Essentiel', Cahiers du Cinema 32,
February 1954)
The cardinal virtue of this film [Angel Face], like The Moon is Blue, which
follows it chronologically, is that it frees us from certain preconceptions
about its director. Our increasing familiarity with the clever ambiguity
of his themes and the extraordinary fluidity and subtlety of his camera
movements would soon have brought us to the point where we would be
unable to see beyond them and would run the risk of reducing the great
talent of Otto Preminger to what are, it should be said, modest dimen-
sions. First of all let us be grateful for these two films for proving to us,
by their lack of pretension, the starkness of the sets and the improvised
quality of the photography that - if it was ever in doubt - there is more
to Preminger than the mere ability to get the best out of skilful scripts,
excellent actors and the technical resources of a well-equipped studio.
So we should compose our eulogy to poverty, 1 even were its sole advan-
tage the necessity of ingenuity to conceal it and so stimulate creativity.
Would it not be a good thing to subject every established film-maker to it
just once? It is well known that wealth dulls sensibility; what other test is
left for the talent that has no self-doubt?
With equipment that, compared with the technical resources of Twen-
tieth Century-Fox, resembles that of the amateur film-m::l.ker, Preminger
reduces his art to the essentiat to the skeleton that not so long ago was
artfully fleshed out by the charms of the image and the opaque architecture
of script and mise en scene. Here the elements of cinema are almost stripped
bare. In contrast to the heavy-handed treatment so beloved of the Selznick
or Metro productions, Angel Face and The Moon is Blue are to Preminger
what Two People is to Dreyer, what The Big Heat is to Lang and Woman on
the Beach to Renoir: the most conclusive proof of the talent, or the genius,
of a director. Let me make myself clear: I am not saying that these two
films are his best - they are the ones that give us the best means of
approaching the others and the secret of their director's talent, the ones
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that confirm what we could already suspect: that this talent is first and
foremost the function of a specific idea of cinema.
But what is this idea? And why should I be so mysterious about it? I
no longer know what I think of Preminger; to put it in a nutshell, he
intrigues rather than excites me. But I want right away to make this the
first, and not the least, of my praises: the number of film-makers who
have the merit of intriguing us is not, after all, so great.
I can see very well that this would be the right moment for a predictable
elaboration of the theme or the characters. For instance, Jean Simmons's
role, and its analogies with or divergences from some of our director's
other heroines etc. . . . I can see that very well, but the devil is whispering
in my ear, 'Is it really important; is that false and criminal purity not the
very site of convention and artifice?' This banal character, for I shall indeed
proclaim her as such, is also fresh and surprising. How does this come
about, if not by some mystery that is not contained in the script?
Furthermore let us take care not to overvalue the often debased wonders
of mystery. But this utterly enigmatic film makes no pretence of being
otherwise: it should be pointed out at once that the really quite simple
initial enigma is reinforced by a second which is impenetrable. If half the
action remains a mystery, it is rather that the solution offered by the logic
of the narrative has no correspondence with the emotions aroused: an
interest outside that of the plot continually rivets our attention on the
gestures of characters whose images at the same time prove to us the lack
of any real depth. Yet it is depth they aspire to, depth of the most artificial
kind, since it does not come from the suspect, questionable subtlety of
human beings, but from art itself, from the use of every means that the
cinema offers the film-maker.
I would never lay it down that a director should choose as a pretext the
script that will allow him one more opportunity to film, to direct actors,
to be creative. Did I say script as pretext? I do not think that this really
applies here, but that nevertheless Preminger does see in the script
primarily an opportunity to create certain characters, studying them with
painstaking attention, observing their reactions to one another, and finally
drawing from them particular gestures, attitudes and reflexes - which are
the raison d'etre of his film, and its real subject.
It is not that the theme is a matter of indifference to him. I am now
going to offer praise indeed: Preminger is not one of those who can tum
their hand to anything; it is easy to see what he is interested in here,
through the alternation of successful passages with others of unruffled
awkwardness. It is difficult to imagine an exegesis of Preminger based on
a comparative study of the anecdotes, easier to see it working through a
study of certain constants which would be not so much narrative elements
as the obsessions of the auteur who knows which themes suit him best.
2
One can ask what he brings by way of conviction to the story: does he
believe it? Does he even try to make us believe it? Its improbabilities are
certainly not unconvincing: it is often the very moment when the improb-
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formal spells like those of Laura or Whirlpool are forbidden, the real problem
is not so much to make an unbelievable story believable, as to find, beyond
dramatic or narrative verisimilitude, a truth that is purely cinematic. I enjoy
a different idea of the cinema more, but I also ask that what Preminger is
trying to do be clearly understood, and it is subtle enough to hold atten-
tion. I prefer the pOSSibly more naive conception of the old schoot of
Hawks, Hitchcock or Lang, who first believe in their themes and then
build the strength of their art upon this conviction. Preminger believes first
in mise en scene, the creation of a precise complex of sets and characters, a
network of relationships, an architecture of connections, an animated
complex that seems suspended in space. What tempts him, if not the
fashioning of a piece of crystal for transparency with ambiguous reflections
and clear, sharp lines or the rendering audible of particular chords unheard
and rare, in which the inexplicable beauty of the modulation suddenly
justifies the ensemble of the phrase? This is probably the definition of a
certain kind of preciosity, but its supreme and most secret form, since it
does not come from the use of artifice, but from the determined and
hazardous search for a note previously unheard; one can neither tire of
hearing it, nor claim by deepening it to exhaust its enigma - the door to
something beyond intellect, opening out on to the unknown.
Such are the contingencies of mise en scene, and such the example that
Preminger seems to offer, of a faith in the very practice of his art which
enables him in another way to uncover its greatest depth. For I would not
want you to imagine that his is some abstract aesthete's experiment. '1
love work more than anything,' he told me. I do believe that for Preminger
a film is in the first place an opportunity for work, for questioning, for
encouraging and solving such problems.
3
The film is not so much an end
as a means. Its unpredictability attracts him, the chance discoveries that
mean things cannot go according to plan, on-the-spot improvisation that
is born of a fortunate moment and dedicated to the fleeting essence of a
place or a person. If Preminger had to be defined in one word it would
really best be metteur en scene, even though here his stage directing back-
ground seems to have influenced him little. In the midst of a dramatic
space created by human encounters he would instead exploit to its limit
the cinema's ability to capture the fortuitous (but a fortuity that is willed),
to record the accidental (but the accidental that is created) through the
closeness and sharpness of the look; the relationships of the characters
create a closed circuit of exchanges, where nothing makes an appeal to
the viewer.
What is mise en scene?4 My apologies for asking such a hazardous ques-
tion with neither preparation nor preamble, particularly when I have no
intention of answering it. Only, should this question not always inform
our deliberations? An example would be better: the heroine's nocturnal
stroll among the traces of the past, kin to Dana Andrews's stroll among
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the dead Laura's possessions, is, in theory, the unmistakable classic temp-
tation of the mediocre. But Preminger is more than author of this idea, he
is the one who invents Jean Simmons's uncertain footfall, her huddled
figure in the armchair. What could have been banal or facile is saved by
a striking absence of complaisance, the hardness of the passage of time
and lucidity of the look; or rather, there is no longer either theme or
treatment, facility or luck, but the stark, heart-rending, obvious presence
of a cinema that is sensitive to its core.
Thus The Moon is Blue was less the brilliant execution of a witty comedy
by a skilful director of actors than - through the constant inventiveness
of word and gesture, through the precision with which the characters'
absolute freedom is encircled - the clear affirmation of a power that is
more moving than any fable. If ever a film was the expression of the
practice of mise en scene for its own sake, it is this. What is cinema, if not
the play of actor and actress, of hero and set, of word and face, of hand
and object?
The starkness of these films, far from endangering the essential, accentu-
ates it to the point of provocation. And what could compromise it - the
taste for appearances, for the natural, the clever surprise of the accidental,
the search for the chance gesture - all this nevertheless meets up with that
'3ecret side of the cinema, or of man, which keeps them from nothingness. I
can ask no more.
Notes
1 Rivette's 'eulogy to poverty' is a recurrent theme in his writings in the 1950s;
see, for example, in this volume, his 'Letter on Rossellini' (1955) and particularly
his contributions to the 'Six Characters in Search of auteurs' discussion (1957),
Chs 26 and 2 respectively.
2 Thus fascination (Laura, Whirlpool, Angel Face), cross-examinations (Laura, Fallen
Angel, Whirlpool, Where the Sidewalk Ends, A1lgel Face), rivalry in love (Laura, Fallen
Angel, Daisy Kenyon, Angel Face, The Moon is Blue). (Author'S note.)
3 Cf. Jean-Luc Godard, 'Bergmanorama', Cahiers 85, July 1958, translated as 'Berg-
manorama' in Godard on Godard: 'One is always alone; on the set as before the
blank page. And for Bergman, to be alone means to ask questions. And to make
films means to answer them.'
4 Cf. Alexandre Astruc, 'What is mise e11 scene?', Ch. 33 in this volume.
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18 Claude Chabrol: 'Serious Things'
('Les Choses serieuses', Cahiers du Cinema
46, April 1955)
J Whatever happens, I think the release of Rear Window will tend to
create a united front in film criticism. Even the Anglo-Saxon critics them-
selves, who had shied away from some of Hitchcock's films for a while,
regarded Rear Window with seriousness and sympathy. Indeed, right from
its opening, Rear Window does present an immediate focus of interest that
puts it on a higher plane than the majority of the earlier works, enough
to warrant its entry into the category of serious films, beyond the mere
entertainment thriller.
In fact, in this review, I do not want to concentrate on an element that
is all too clear already: the culpability of the central character, a voyeur in
the worst sense of the word. Rather I want to engage in drawing out
certain elements that are less obvious, but even more interesting, which
enrich the work with very specific resonances and make it possible to
brush aside the objections and the criticisms that ensued after a superficial
viewing of Rear Window at the last Venice Biennale.
In its first few minutes Rear Window presents us with an assembly of
rabbit hutches, each of them completely separate and observed from
another closed, incommunicable, rabbit hutch. From there it is obviously
just a step, made with no difficulty, to the conclusion that the behaviour
of the rabbits is, or should be, the object of attention, since in fact there
is nothing to contradict this interpretation or the elements before us. We
merely have to acknowledge that the study of this behaviour is carried
out by a rabbit essentially no different from the others. Which leads to
the notion of a perpetual shift between the real behaviour of the rabbits
and the interpretation that the observer-rabbit gives of it, ultimately the
only one communicated to us, since any break or choice in the continuity
of this behaviour, a continuity multiplied by the number of hutches
observed, is imposed on us. While the observer-rabbit is himself observed
with a total objectivity, for example that of a camera which restricts itself
to the observer's hutch, we are obliged to acknowledge that all the other
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Claude Chabrol: 'Serious Things'
hutches and all the rabbits in them are the sum of a multiple distortion
produced from the hutch and by the rabbit which is objectively, or directly,
presented.
So in Rear Window the other side of the courtyard must be regarded as
a multiple projection of James Stewart's amorous fixation.
The constitutive elements of this multiple projection are in fact a range
of possible emotional relationships between two people of the opposite
sex, from the absence of an emotional relationship, via the respective
solitude of two people who are close neighbours, to a hate which ulti-
mately turns to murder, by way of the sexual hunger of the first few days
of love.
Once this is posited, another, essential element should be added: what
might be called the position of the author, which, combined with the
artistic factors imposed by the very nature of the enterprise, is developed
through the characters directly presented and openly avowed by the
strength of the evidence and the testimony of three biblical quotations, as
Christian.
With these premises duly established, I leave to the reader the
conclusion of that syllogism which definitively fixes the moral climate of
the work, to pass on to what would properly be called its meaning.
The window which overlooks the courtyard consists of three sections,
as stressed in the credit sequence. This trinity demands scrutiny. The
work is in fact composed of three elements, three themes one could say,
which are synchronic and in the end unified.
The first is a romantic plot, which by turns opposes and reunites James
Stewart and Grace Kelly. Both are in search of an area of mutual under-
standing, for though each is in love with the other, their respective egos,
only minimally divergent, constitute an obstacle.
The second theme is on the plane of the thriller. It is located on the
other side of the courtyard, and consequently is of a rather complex, semi-
obsessional character. Moreover it is very skilfully combined with a theme
of indiscretion which runs through the whole work and confers on it a
part of its unity. What is more, this thriller element presents all the stock
characters of Hitchcock's earlier works, taken to their most extreme limits,
since in the end one no longer knows whether the crime may not have
been made a reality simply by Stewart's willing it.
The last theme reaches a complexity that cannot be defined in a single
word: it is presented as a kind of realist painting of the courtyard, although
'realist' is a term that in the circumstances is a particularly bad choice,
since the painting depicts beings which are, a priori, mental entities and
projections. The aim is to illuminate, validate and affirm the fundamental
conception of the work, its postulate: the egocentric structure of the world
as it exists, a structure which the interlinking of themes seeks to represent
faithfully. Thus the individual is the split atom, the couple is the molecule,
the building is the body composed of x number of molecules, and itself
split from the rest of the world. The two external characters have the
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double role of intelligent confidants, one totally lucid, the other totally
mechanized, and of witnesses themselves incriminated. Thus generalizing
the expose.
Risking a musical comparison to illuminate the relationship between the
themes, one might say that all three are composed with the same notes,
but elaborated in a different order, and in different tonalities, each vying
with the other and functioning in counterpoint. What is more, there is
nothing presumptuous in such a comparison, since, within the rhythm of
the work, it would be easy to determine four different constituent forms
definable in musical jargon.
As one would expect in a work as structured as this one, there is in
Rear Window a moment which crystallizes the themes into a single lesson,
an enormous, perfect harmony: the death of the little dog. This sequence,
the only one treated peripherally to the position of the narrator as articu-
lated above (the only one where the camera goes into the courtyard
without the presence of the hero), though grounded in an incident that
in itself is relatively undramatic, is of a tragic and overwhelming intensity.
I can well understand how such vehemence and such gravity could seem
rather inappropriate in the circumstances; a dog is only a dog and the
death of a dog would seem an event whose tragic import bears no relation
to the words spoken by the animal' 5 owner. And these words themselves
- 'You don't know the meaning of the word "neighbour" , - which encap-
sulate the film's moral Significance, seem all too clumsy and too naive to
justify such a solemn style. But the displacement itself is destroyed, for
the tone leaves no room for doubt and gives things and feelings their real
intensity and their invective: in reality this is the massacre of an innocent,
and a mother who bemoans her child.
2
From then on the implications of this scene become vertiginous: respon-
sibilities press upon one another at every imaginable leveL to condemn a
monstrously egocentric world, whose every element on every scale is
immured in an ungodly solitude.
On the dramatic level, the scene presents the dual interest of a thriller
plot development, aggravating suspicion, and an illustration of a theme
dear to its author - the materialization of a criminal act that is indirectly
willed (in this particular case, this death confirms Stewart's hopes).
From this point of view the confrontation scene between the murderer
and the 'voyeur' is extremely interesting. The communication sought by
the former - 'What do you want from me?' - whether blackmail or
confession, involves the latter, who refuses from a recognition of its ba&e-
ness, and in some way authenticates his responsibility. Stewart's refusal
in this way illuminates the profound reason for the loneliness of the world,
which is established as the absence of communication between human
beings, in a word, the absence of love.
Other works of Hitchcock, like Rebecca, Under Capricorn or Notorious,
have demonstrated the corollary of the problem: to know what the pOwer
of love can be. What is more, this aspect is not absent from Rear Window,
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Claude Chabrol: 'Serious Things'
where the embodiment of the Grace Kelly character draws her precious
ambiguity from the opposition between her 'possible' and her 'being'. The
possible is in fact the perceptible irradiation of her beauty and her charm,
powerful enough to transform the oppressive and lonely atmosphere of
the invalid's room into a flower garden with, in an unforgettable shot,
James Stewart's head in repose. Simultaneously, with her appearance on
the scene comes the inexpressible poetry which is the love of two human
beings: more than justified by the knowing coquetry of the author in the
work's construction, this poetry brings into the stifling atmosphere of Rear
Window, which is the atmosphere of the sewers themselves, a fleeting
vision of our lost earthly paradise. 3
Since I don't want to go through the evidence yet again, I shall just
leave it up to the spectator to appreciate the technical perfection of this
film and the extraordinary quality of its colour.
Rear Window affords me the satisfaction of greeting the piteous blindness
of the sceptics with a gentle and compassionate hilarity.
Notes
1 That Cahiers du Cinema directs itself with regularity to the Hitchcock 'case' is no
secret, nor are the sarcasms of our colleagues on the subject. From Georges
Sadoul to Denis Marion, from Jean Queval to Georges Charensot we have been
spared no ironies. They've tried to pick quarrels on the shakiest of grounds -
even to the point of trying to make believe that on one occasion I translated
'larger than life' into French as metaphysique (metaphysical), when anyone who
knows me knows I could not pOSSibly have done anything of the kind (Author's
note.)
2 In addition the couple with the dog represent the sterile marriage, in Stewart's
mind; which explains why it is a dog and not a child. Ever since Sabotage,
Hitchcock is very wary of children's deaths, which a person of average sensitivity
has some difficulty in tolerating. (Author'S note.)
3 The final sequence of Rear Window is characteristic of the cosmetic transformation
of a scene into its opposite, at which Hitchcock is a past-master. Order is re-
established, and two amusing notations tum into a 'happy ending'; in reality
what is involved is purely and simply a terrible observation - people and things
have stayed blindly the same. (Author's note.)
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I
19 Jacques Rivette: 'The Hand'
('La Main', Cahiers du Cinema 76, November
1957; on Beyond a Reasonable
The first point that strikes the unsuspecting spectator, a few minutes into
the film, is the diagrammatic, or rather expository aspect instantly assumed
by the unfolding of the images: as though what we were watching were
less the mise en scene of a script than simply the reading of this script,
presented to us just as it is, without embellishment. Without personal
comment of any kind on the part of the storyteller either. So one might
be tempted to talk about a purely objective mise en scene, if such a thing
were possible: more prudent, therefore, to suppose this to be some strat-
agem, and wait and see what happens.
The second point at first seems to confirm this impression: this is the
proliferation of denials underlying the very conception of the film, and
possibly constituting it. The denial, ostentatiously, of reasonableness,}
both in the elaboration of the plot as well as in that other, more factitious
reasonableness in setting up situations, in preparation, in atmosphere,
which usually enables scriptwriters the world over to put across plot points
ten times more capricious than the ones here without any difficulty at all.
No concession is made here to the everyday, to detail: no remarks about
the weather, the cut of a dress, the graciousness of a gesture; if one does
become aware of a brand of make-up, it is for purposes of plot. We are
plunged into a world of necessity, all the more apparent in that it coexists
so harmoniously with the arbitrariness of the premises; Lang, as is well
known, always seeks the truth beyond the reasonable, and here seeks it
from the threshold of the unreasonable. Another denial, on a par with the
first, is of the picturesque: connoisseurs will find none of those amusingly
sketched silhouettes, the sparkling repartee, or the brilliant touches due
more to surprise than to invention, which are currently making the repu-
tations, after so many others, of film-makers like Lumet or Kubrick. All
these denials, moreover, are conducted with a sort of disdain which some
have been tempted to see as the film-maker's contempt for the under-
taking; why not, rather, for this kind of spectator?
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Jacques Rivette: 'The Hand'
Then, as the film continues on its way, these first impressions find their
justification. The expository tone proves to be the right one, since all the
data for a problem - two problems, actually - are being propounded to
us: the first derives from the script, and being quite dear, need not be
dwelt on for the moment; the other, more subterranean, might reasonably
be formulated as follows: given certain conditions of temperature and
pressure (here of a transcendental order of experience), can anything
human subsist in such an atmosphere? Or, more unassumingly, what part
of life, even inhuman, can subsist in a quasi-abstract universe which is
nevertheless within the range of possible universes? In other words, a
science fiction problem. (For anyone doubting this assumption, I would
suggest a comparison between this film and Woman in the Moon, where
the plot served Lang primarily as a pretext for his first attempt at a totally
closed world.)
At this point the coup de theatre intervenes: five minutes before the
denouement, the tenns of the problem are suddenly reversed, much to
the dismay of Cartesian spirits, who scarcely acknowledge the technique of
dialectical inversion. Although the solutions may also seem to be modified,
however, it only seems so. The proportions remain unchanged, and, all the
conditions thus being fulfilled, poetry makes its entry. Q.E.D.
The word 'poetry' may astonish here, doubtless being hardly the term
one would have expected. I shall let it stand provisionally, however, since
I know no other that better expresses this sudden fusion into a single
vibration of all the elements hitherto kept separate by the abstract and
discursive purpose. So let us proceed to the most immediate
consequences.
One of these I have already alluded to: the reactions of the audience.
A film like this is obviously the absolute antithesis of the idea of Ian
entertaining evening', and by comparison Un Condamne a mort S' est echappe
or The Wrong Man are jolly Saturday nights out. Here one breathes, if I
may venture to say so, the rarefied air of the summits, but at risk of
asphyxiation; one should have expected no less from the ultimate in
overstepping bounds by one of the most intransigent spirits of today,
whose recent films had already prepared us for this coup d'etat of absolute
understanding.
Another objection I take more to heart: that this film is purely negative,
and so effective in its destructive aspects that it ends ultimately by
destroying itself. This is not unreasonable. In talking just now of denials,
I was too tentative: 'destruction' is in fact the word I should have used.
Destruction of the scene: since no scene is treated for its own sake, all
that subsists is a series of pure moments, of which all that is retained is
the mediatory aspect; anything that might determine or actualize them
more concretely is not abstracted or !luppressed - Lang is not Bresson - but
devalued and reduced to the condition of pure spatio-temporal reference,
devoid of embodiment. Destruction, even, of the characters: each of them
here is really no more than what he says and what he does. Who are Dana
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Andrews, Joan Fontaine, her father? Questions like this no longer have
any meaning, for the characters have lost all individual quality, are no
more than human concepts. But in consequence they are all the more
human for being the less individual. Here we find the first answer: what
remains of humanity? There is now only pure humanity, whereas Fellini's
exhibitionists instantly reduce it by compromising it with their lies and
buffoonery (lies obligatory when one attempts to reconstitute some extra-
ordinary situation, buffoonery all the more offensive in that it purports to
be 'realistic' and not simply pulling faces). Anyone who fails to be more
moved by this film than by such appeals for sympathy knows nothing,
not only of cinema but of man.
Strange, this destroyer, leading us to this conclusion while obliging us
to resume the objection in reverse: if this film is negative, it can only be
so in the mode of the pure negative, which is of course also the Hegelian
definition of intelligence.
2
It is difficult to find a precise formula to define the personality of Fritz
Lang (best forgotten are the notions someone like Clouzot might have):
an 'expressionist' film-maker, meticulous about decor and lighting? Rather
too summary. Supreme architect? This seems less and less true. Brilliant
director of actors? Of course, but what else? What I propose is this: Lang
is the cineaste of the concept, which suggests that one cannot talk of
abstraction or stylization in connection with him without falling into error,
but of necessity (necessity which must be able to contradict itself without
losing its reality); moreover it is not an exterior necessity - the film-
maker's, for instance - but derived from the real movement of the concept.
It is up to the spectator to assume responsibility not only for the thoughts
and 'motives' of the characters, but for this movement from the Interior,
grasping the phenomenon solely on its appearances; it is up to him to
know how to transform its contradictory moments into the concept. What,
then, is this film really? Fable, parable, equation, blueprint? None of these
things, but simply the description of an experiment.
I realize I have not yet mentioned the subject of this experiment; it isn't
without interest, either. The starting point is merely a new, actually quite
subtle variation on the usual indictment of the death penalty: a series of
damning circumstances may send an innocent man to the electric chair;
furthermore, though the innocent is finally found really to be guilty, it is
only by his own confession just at the point where his innocence had in
fact been recognized; hence, vanity of human justice, judge not, and so
forth. But this soon begins to seem too facile: the denouement resists such
easy reduction, and immediately leads in to a second movement: there
can be no 'wrong man'; all men are guilty a priori; and the one who has
just been mistakenly reprieved cannot prevent himself from immediately
incriminating himself. This same movement takes us into a pitiless world
where everything denies grace, where sin and penalty are irremediably
bound together, and where the only possible attitude of the creator must
be one of absolute contempt. But an attitude like this is difficult to sustain:
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Jacques Rivette: 'The Hand'
whereas magnanimity leaves itself open to the inevitable loss of its
illusions, to disappointment and bitterness, contempt can encounter only
pleasant surprises and realize eventualiy, not that man is not contemptible
(he remains so), but that he perhaps isn't quite so much so as might have
been supposed.
So all this obliges us to pass this second stage as well, and finally
attempt to reach, beyond, that of truth. But of what order can this be?
I think I see a solution: which is that it may be pointless to attempt to
contrast this latest film of Fritz Lang's with earlier ones like Fury or You
Only Live Once. What in fact do we see in each case? In the earlier films,
innocence with all the appearances of guilt; here, guilt with all the appear-
ances of innocence. Can anyone fail to see that they're about the same
thing, or at least about the same question? Beyond appearances, what are
guilt and innocence? Is one ever in fact innocent or guilty? If, in the
absolute, there is an answer, it can probably only be negative; to each,
then, to create for himself his own truth, however unreasonable it may
be. In the final shot, the hero finally conceives himself innocent or guilty.
Rightly or wrongly, what matter to him?
Remembering the last lines of Les Voix du silence [Malraux], 'Humanism
does not mean saying: what I have done, etc. . . .', let us salute that
scarcely wrinkled hand in the penultimate shot, ineluctably at rest near to
pardon, and which does not cause even a tremor in this most secret form
of the power and the glory of being man.
Notes
1 'Reasonableness': the French title of Beyond a Reasonable Doubt is Invraisemblable
verite, i.e. 'implausible truth', or 'improbable truth', though in further meanings
ie vraisemblable also translates as 'verisimilitude'. Here the translator has rendered
vraisemblable as 'reasonable' to conform with Rivette's play of words on the
French title.
2 I know the objection that will undoubtedly be raised: that what we are concerned
with here is merely a classic device of the detective novel, particularly the
second-rate variety characterized by a sudden dramatic revelation in which the
basic premises are turned upside down or altered. But the fact that we find this
notion of the coup de theatre reappearing in the scripts of all recent important
films may mean that what seemed at first to be in the order of arbitrary dramatics
is in fact necessity, and that all these films, despite their diversity of theme, no
doubt assume precisely the same inner process which Lang makes his immediate
subject. Just as the pact which binds Von Stratten to Arkadin [in Mr Arkadin,
British title: Confidential Report] takes on its full reality only when it proves to be
negated in its original form, or Irene's fear of blackmail [in Rossellini's La Paura,
or Fear] only when we know it to be devised by her husband, so the necessity
of the dialectical movement alone renders credible the resurrection in Ordet, the
surrender of Le Carrosse d'or, the conversion in Stromboli, Rossellini, Renoir and
Dreyer having openly disdained any justification outside this ultimate reversal.
On the other hand, it is clearly the absence of this movement that is the most
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serious deficiency in the scripts of films like Oeil pour reil [Cayatte, 1957] or Les
Espions [Clouzot, 1957]; and that the sense of dissatisfaction left by films in other
respects as accomplished as Un Condamne It mort s' est echappe or The Wrong Man
probably has no other cause. Not that a movement like this, whose process
comprises the element of contradiction, is foreign to Hitchcock or Bresson (one
need only think, for instance, of Suspicion or Les Dames du Bois de Boulogne), nor
totally absent from their most recent films, though it is there rather by implication
and never dependent on the rigour of the concept: there is an element of
wager in Fontaine's escape, but more particularly the logical consequence of his
persistence; its success never seems anything other than the parity achieved by
the proof of a theorem (a mistake never made by the greatest cineaste of human
endeavour: d. the endings of Scarface, To Have and Have Not, Red River, etc.). Or
again, one simply has to compare the miracle in The Wrong Man with the one
in Viaggio in Italia to see the dash between two diametrically antithetical ideas,
not only of Grace (in the former film, a reward for zeal in prayer; in the latter,
pure deliverance lighting, within the very moment of despair, upon raw faith
that is totally unaware of itself), but also of freedom, and that this preoccupation
with necessity - or with lOgiC, to use one of Rossellini's favourite terms - is
carried to such lengths by these film-makers only the better to affirm the freedom
of the characters and, quite simply, to make it possible: a freedom quite imposs-
ible, on the other hand, in the arbitrary worlds of Cayatte or Clouzot, in which
only puppets can exist. What I say of recent film-makers is also true, it seems
to me, for the whole of cinema, starting with the work of F. W. Mumau; and
Sunrise remains a perfect example of rigorous dialectical construction. In this,
however, I make no claim to breaking new ground (d., among others, Alexandre
Astruc's article 'Cinema et dialectique'). (Author'S note.)
Viaggio in Italia and The Wrong Man are key films for Cahiers in this period: on
Viaggio, as well as Rivette's 'Letter on Rossellini' and Rohmer's The Land of
Miracles', both in this volume (Chs 26 and 27 respectively), see Andre Bazin,
'In Defence of Rossellini', originally published in Cinema Nuovo, August 1955,
translated in Bazin, What is Cinema? Vol. 2; on The Wrong Man, see Godard, 'Le
Cinema et son double', Cahiers 72, June 1957, translated in Godard on Godard,
Truffaut in Films in My Life, and Rohmer and Chabrol in Hitchcock.
Rivette's point about the 'classic device of the detective novel' is taken up by
Tzvetan Todorov in The Poetics of Prose, Ithaca, NY, Cornell University Press,
1977; in his 'An Introduction to Verisimilitude', Todorov mentions Beyond a
Reasonable Doubt while discussing the tension between revelation, or truth, and
verisimilitude.
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20 Luc Moullet: 'Sam Fuller: In
Marlowe's Footsteps'
(,Sam Fuller - sur les brisees de Marlowe',
Cahiers du Cinema 93, March 1959)
Young American film directors have nothing at all to say, and Sam Fuller
even less than the others. There is something he wants to do, and he
does it naturally and effortlessly. That is not a shallow compliment: we
have a strong aversion to would-be philosophers who get into making
films in spite of what film is, and who just repeat in cinema the discoveries
of the other arts, people who want to express interesting subjects with a
certain artistic style. If you have something to say, say it, write it, preach
it if you like, but don't come bothering us with it.
Such an a priori judgment may seem surprising in an article on a director
who admits to having very high ambitions, and who is the complete auteur
of almost all his films. But it is precisely those who classify him among
the intelligent screenwriters who do not like The Steel Helmet or reject Run
of the Arrow on his behalf or, just as possibly, defend it for quite gratuitous
reasons.
Machiavelli and the cuckoo-clock
On coherence. Of fourteen films, Fuller, a former journalist, devotes one
to journalism; a former crime reporter, he devotes four to melodramatic
thrillers; a former soldier, five to war. His four Westerns are related to the
war films, since the perpetual struggle against the elements in the course
of which man recognizes his dignity, which is the definition of pioneer
life in the last century I is extended into our time only in the life of the
soldier: that is why 'civilian life doesn't interest me' (Fixed Bayonets).
In The Dark Page,l a slight crime story, cobbled together at top speed,
an ambitious journalist, who has made the grade, accidentally kills his
former mistress; as an act of bravado, as a game, and through professional
necessity, he assigns his best reporter to the case and, as a result, he is
led to commit murder after murder to avoid being found out. The problem:
the portrayal - and thus the calling into question - of fascist behaviour,
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as in Touch of Evil. But there, Quinlan and Vargas go hand in fist: the
aesthetic dimension of the former - for fascism is beautiful- and the moral
dimension of the latter - he alone has reason on his side - complement
each other. Welles repudiates Quinlan, but he is Quinlan: a classic contra-
diction which can be traced back to the end of the Middle Ages, in the
Italian Renaissance and the Elizabethan drama, and which is admirably
well defined in the famous parable of the cuckoo-clock in The Third Man.
With Fuller, it's different: abandoning the realm of the absolute, he
presents us with a compromise between ethics and violence, each
necessary to contain the excesses of the other. The behaviour of Adam
Jones, the captain in Hell and High Water, the profession of soldier, of
detective, even of film director, all reflect this compromise. The intrepid
soldiers of The Steel Helmet derive the same kind of satisfaction from killing
as the gangsters in Pickup on South Street. Only a certain initiation into the
domain of relativity can provide us with a glimpse of higher realms.
Rotters become saints. No one can recognize himself in them. It is for the
love of a woman that the treacherous Bob Ford, the most shameful
character in the whole of the Wild West saga, kills Jesse James. It is for
the love of a woman that James Reavis, who has become the Baron of
Arizona thanks to a monstrous conspiracy that has lasted for twenty years,
confesses everything at the very moment when he has nothing more to
fear, and sends himself off to prison for seven years. It is the cowardly,
anti-militarist Denno who becomes the war hero (Fixed Bayonets). It is Skip,
a pickpocket, who, thanks to a woman's love, snatches back the vital
documents that Communist spies have just intercepted, and who by this
act rehabilitates himself (Pickup on South Street). Charity Hackett, the gang-
sterish chief editor at Park Row, is finally brought to submission by the
determination of her Democrat opponent, Phineas Mitchell, a man she
has tried to bring down by every possible means; she saves him from
ultimate ruin and marries him. Here, as in Fixed Bayonets, we find traces
of the Wellesian theme of the double which becomes in House of Bamboo
the basic framework: the identity of the investigator who is in league with
the gangsters is only revealed to us in the middle of the film, and nothing
before that allows us to distinguish him from any of the others. And it is
the gang leader who stretches out a helping hand, who saves his life.
'Fuller, so decisive, so virile, is, paradoxically, a master of ambiguity,' says
Domarchi. Here, the study of two characters gives a deeper meaning to a
juxtaposition whkh in Welles merely reflects the strategies of a bad
conscience. Quinlan and Vargas can't be compared since they are comp-
lementary; they are, ultimately, the constituent parts of a single person,
the auteur. Here, on the other hand, Sandy and Eddie can be compared.
That doesn't prevent Welles from being immeasurably greater than Fuller
- quite the contrary. It would be a pretty safe bet, moreover, that if Welles
does ever go to see Run of the Arrow, he will have got up and left out of
exasperation before the credits come up.
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Luc Moullet: 'Sam Fuller: In Marlowe's Footsteps'
Fuller above politics
For non-conformity, of the Arrow beats all records: immediately after
the Southern defeat, the Confederate O'Meara goes off to fight with the
Sioux against Northern oppression. Half convinced by Captain Clark, the
Yankee liberal who shows him the futility of his hatred, and influenced
by the unfortunate example of the Yankee fascist, Lieutenant Driscoll, he
returns home. Fuller himself, in the New York Times in July 1956, was quite
explicit about the meaning of this fable which, in his view, explained the
difficulties faced by present-day American governments: an adminis-
tration's political adversaries, at whatever moment in history, seek to
hasten their revenge by allying with the country's enemies. That is open
to. several possible interpretations, and Fuller suggests that the alliance
With the Indians after the Civil War corresponds, in terms of the Southern
question, to an alliance with the most violent elements in the Black Power
movement. Contrary to what has been said about Fuller, he is not in any
way Manichean, even less than Brooks, since there are two types of
N?rthemer, two types of Southerner, plus four types of Indian. Humanite
Dtmanche may well be surprised by such confusion: 'The Southerners are
anti-racist, the Northerners racist, the Indians pro-American and some of
the Americans pro-Indian.' When the renegades are led to contradict
themselves, i.e. by haVing to massacre their fellow citizens, they do an
about-turn: 'The end of this story can only be written by you', or, if you
prefer, since the date is July 1956, the life of the United States depends
on the voting paper you drop into the ballot box next November.
ently, then, what we have here is a nationalist, reactionary, Nlxoman
film. Could Fuller really be the fascist, the right-wing extremist who was
denounced not so long ago in the Communist press? I don't think so. He
has too much the gift of ambiguity to be able to align himself exclusively
with one party. Fascism is the subject of his film, but Fuller doesn't set
himself up as a judge. It is purely an inward fascism he is concerned with
rather than with any political consequences. That is why Meeker's and
Steiger's roles are more powerfully drawn than Michael Pate's in Something
of Value: Brooks is far too prudent to feel directly involved, whereas Fuller
is in his element; he speaks from experience. And on fascism, only the
point of view of someone who has been tempted is of any interest.
It is a fascism of actions rather than of intentions. For Fuller does not
seem to have a good head for politics. If he claims to be of the extreme
right, is that not to disguise, by a more conventional appearance, a moral
and aesthetic attitude which belongs to a marginal and little respected
domain?
Is Fuller anti-Communist? Not exactly. Because he confuses, partly no
doubt for commercial reasons, communism and gangsterism, Communism
and Nazism. He invents the representatives of Moscow, about whom he
knows nothing, on the basis of what he does know, through his own
experience, about Nazis and gangsters. We must not forget that he only
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talks about what he knows. When he depicts the enemy (and in The Steel
Helmet, Fixed Bayonets and Hell and High Water, he usually tries just to avoid
doing so), it is a very abstract, conventional enemy. Only the dialogue dots
the i's, and it is really unfortunate that Pickup on South Street and China
Gate should remain verboten
2
to us for such an unjustified reason.
Morality is a question of tracking shots.
3
These few characteristics derive
nothing from the way they are expressed nor from the quality of that
expression, which may often undercut them. It would be just as ridiculous
to take such a rich film simply as a pro-Indian declaration as it would be
to take Delmer Daves for a courageous anti-racist director because there
is a clause in each of his contracts which stipulates that there will be love
affairs between people of different races. The unsuspecting public is taken
in and he always ends up on the right side of the fence.
A modern cinema
The camera glides along to the left, looking up towards a cornfield of
striking golden-yellow tones, strewn with the corpses of soldiers clothed
in dark and dirty uniforms, their bodies curiously twisted up; then it pulls
up to frame on Meeker, asleep on his horse, in a pitiful state. Against a
background of dense black smoke, Steiger stands out, just as filthy but
wearing peasant clothes. He shoots Meeker, goes to search his victim,
discovers food in his pockets, squats down on the body to eat what he
has found; noticing there is bread too, he takes some; he lights a cigar.
Meeker begins to groan; his peace disturbed, Steiger goes to sit a bit
further off. Close-up of him chewing and smoking. Then the title of the
film comes up, inscribed in huge red letters on his brow and chin. This
must be the first time that the credits have been projected on a man's
face, and on the face of a man who is in the middle of eating. The
sequence, worthy of a place in an anthology of modern cinema, reveals
already some of the principal virtues of our director.
1 The poetic feeling for camera movement. For many ambitious film
directors, movements of the camera are dependent on dramatic compo-
sition. Never so for Fuller, in whose work they are, fortunately, totally
gratuitous: it is in terms of the emotive power of the movement that the
scene is organized. At the end of The Steel Helmet, for example, that slow
tracking of the camera as, under the passionate bursts of machine-gun
fire, the enemy soldiers sink to the ground in a rhythmic musical pattern.
Fixed Bayonets is full of very long tracking shots, in which the camera
describes a complete circle, and, for good measure, of close-ups as well;
springing from face to face, they too are imprinted with a faScinating
rhythm.
2 A humour based on ambiguity. Here it is the contrast between Meeker's
agonizing body and the starved impassiveness of Steiger. Later, in an
astonishing close-up, we see a Southern peasant disgorge the whole force
of his hatred of the Yankees in song. Add to that a few remarks on the
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US Constitution which, in present-day terms, are quite cutting. Walking
Coyote confesses that, if he hasn't tried to become the chief of his tribe,
it's because he can't stand politics. Indignant that there are moves to hang
him, he cries: 'Oh! what have we come to! It wasn't like that in my day!
Today there's no more morality. The young massacre the old, they kill,
they get drunk, they rape.' It is an outburst which would be quite at home
in Les Tricheurs
4
or in some American sociological film, and which, put
into the mouth of a Sioux in 1865, makes us snigger. Every piece of
dialogue is, for Fuller, a way of amusing himself by disconcerting us; he
pretends to adopt all points of view, and that's what makes his humour
sublime. Every love scene (the one with the eyebrows in House of Bamboo,
the tattooing and the slap in Hell and High Water, which is also a splendid
send-up of polyglot commercialese) is basically a very banal idea made
effective by a text full of verve and originality.
We need madmen
3 A re-creation of life which has very little to do with the version that the
screen imposes on us. Rather than to the civilized Brooks, it is to L' Atalante
that we should refer. Fuller is a coarse character: everything he does is
incongruous. There is a grain of madness in him. But we really need
madmen, for cinema is the most realist of all the arts; and in portraying
existence, sane directors have remained faithful to traditions established
over centuries by literature and painting, arts which have had to set aside
even the most superficial of truths on account of their own temporally
and visually limited realism. Only the insane can hope one day to create
a work comparable to the living model, which will even so never attain a
tenth of the truth of the original. But that's the highest bid. In Fuller we
see everything that other directors deliberately excise from their films:
disorder, filth, the unexplainable, the stubbly chin, and a kind of fasci-
nating ugliness in a man's face. It was a stroke of genius to choose Rod
Steiger, a short, squat, oafish character, completely lacking in stature,
whose squashed-down hat hides his features whenever there is the
slightest high angle shot, but whose ungainly manner and bearing confer
on him the force of life itself. Our director's predilection for corpulent or
plump characters may already have been noticed: Gene Evans, for
example, has the starring role in four of his films. And, applying to these
characters Truffaut's celebrated auteur theory,S his esteem diminishes with
the number of kilos. Those slim heroes with angular profiles, John Ireland,
Vincent Price, Richard Basehart, Richard Kiley, Richard Wid mark, haven't
the necessary weight not to be tempted into despicable acts. Man belongs
to the order of the earth, and he must resemble it, in all the harshness of
its beauty.
Fuller is a primitive, but an intelligent primitive, which is what gives
his work such unusual resonances; the spectacle of the physical world,
the spectacle of the earth, is his best source of inspiration, and if he is
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attached to human beings, it is only to the extent that they are themselves
attached to the earth. That's why woman is often not mentioned (except
in Park Row, Pickup on South Street and Forty Guns, where she behaves like
Fullerian men; except in Hell and High Water, China Gate and again Forty
Guns, where Fuller suggests with an insane talent the contrast between
the angel and the beast, thus removing all ambivalence). That is why he
is especially interested in men's physique - he is inspired a hundred times
by the naked bodies of the Indians, just as he was by the naked bodies
of the sailors in Hell and High Water; coming out of Run of the Arrow, one
has the impression of never having seen real Indians before in a Western
- and the part of the body that interests him more particularly still is the
one that is constantly in contact with the ground: Fuller has a thing
about feet, no doubt about that. In the foreground, at the encounter with
Walking Coyote, the camera scrapes the earth, re-frames on feet, and only
accidentally pulls up towards faces. And this style even becomes the
foundation of the symbolic dimension of the work: the Run of the Arrow,
the pivot and the title of the film, is also the run of a man in moccasins,
pursuing a man without shoes (who is moreover a foot soldier, and who
after meeting a certain Walking Coyote marries a certain Yellow Moccasin).
The best man is the one with the strongest feet. Bloody feet, tired feet,
heavy efficient feet, light feet, booted feet, with what amazing virtuosity
Fuller, who had had all the time he could wish to study the question
during his visit to Japan, delineates the different styles of the runners.
Who better than he could film the Olympic Games in Rome next year?
Buttocks have star billing too, since thirty seconds are devoted to a meticu-
lous study of the problem of the comfort of the horseman on his saddle.
A Vigo-esque disorder
A tellurian director, a poet of the tellurial, he takes a passionate interest
in the instinctive. He likes to show suffering in a way that is even more
sadistic than De Mille: amputations (even the deliberate cutting off of a
hand in Hell and High Water), the painful extraction of bullets from one's
own body (Fixed Bayonets) or from someone else's body (Run of the Arrow)
with great loss of blood. A defenceless kid is mown down on a corner of
Park Row. Love itself does not neglect the joys of sadism (Pickup on South
Street). After being knocked down by repeated blows of a hammer, the
Jap in Hell and High Water complains that he hasn't been hit hard enough
- as if it were just a sham. A festival of cruelties and orgies, Run of the
Arrow ends with that splendid shot in which Meeker, who is being skinned
alive, receives the coup de grace in the form of a bullet right in the middle
of his perspiring, bloody brow.
I have referred to Vigo, and the parallel is even more evident in Pickup,
Steel Helmet and especially Fixed Bayonets: with a carefully worked out
script and in a carefully planned shot, Fuller composes actions which have
no reference to any prefabricated dramaturgy. All kinds of odd things are
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going on, and it is really difficult to make anything of it at all. The
relationships of the soldiers between themselves, moral relationships and
relationships within the frame, when all the faces are turned towards a
different subject, create a whole labyrinth of meanings. And you can
apply to Fuller what Rivette says about Vigo: 'He suggests an incessant
improvisation of the universe, a perpetual and calm and self-assured
creation of the world.'
Anti-Tati
On the formal level, we discover, for the first time in fact, that 'Fabrice at
Waterloo'6 quality to which attention has so often and so indulgently been
drawn in articles on minor filmlets. The bizarre side of Fuller explains his
liking for exotic settings - six of his films are situated in the Far East -
mysterious pagodas (The Steel Helmet), statues, houses and furniture in
Japanese style (House of Bamboo), which have as much relief, are as convinc-
ingly real, as the subway, the backyards of Chicago tenements and the
houses on piles in Pickup. And above all, when it's a matter of evoking
the complexity of modern machinery, Fuller becomes the greatest director
in the world - for him, the artificial universe and the natural universe
have the same characteristics: he can render admirably well the bristling,
massive and mysterious aspect of firearms, of a munitions dump (China
Gate), of a brand new office block (House of Bamboo), of the innards of
a submarine, where the successive variations of background colouring
heighten the realism and the originality, or an atomic plant (Hell and High
Water). Nature also can provide a baroque decor: extraordinary misty
woodland settings in Steel Helmet and snow-clad mountains in Fixed
Bayonets.
An exception among the great colourists, he, like Joseph MacDonald/
prefers the intermediate shades, browns, blackish ochres, pale violets, off-
whites, the colours of the earth, to the boldness of the rainbow, suggested
however by the amusement park in House of Bamboo and the plastic forms
of Run of the Arrow.
A film made with his feet
If, at every moment, Fixed Bayonets created a series of original relationships
between the heroes, and chiselled faces with a consummate art, it is not
at all the same with Run of the Arrow, in which we find these person to
person confrontations only in occasional flashes. O'Meara and Driscoll,
Crazy Wolf and O'Meara, Driscoll and Crazy Wolf, with their smiles out
of the corner of their mouths, prefigure the joys of competing or, with
their dirty looks, restrain their anger when a third party or a woman
intervenes. The taste for battle, for violence, creates a feeling of complicity
between the adversaries, for the sake of which one saves the other. This
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theme taken from House of Bamboo reappears several times here. Yet that
only goes to make up a tiny part of the whole. Why?
While at Fox, Fuller was obliged to respect certain established practices
with regard to the shooting script and the actual filming. He had to work
within them, and that involved a great deal of care and effort. Having his
own company, with its Shakespearian name,s six hundred miles from
Hollywood, he was, on the other hand, as free as a bird. The screenplay,
with its subtle correspondences, is extremely carefully worked out, but
the film suffers - and benefits - from a constant lack of balance. Since
Fuller likes to shoot a series of scenes that please him, rather than a
complete entity, when he's free he neglects all the rest, all those obligatory
transitions: he brushes them aside either during the scripting or during
the shooting - hence the numerous gaps - or he loses interest in them -
and his direction of actors becomes practically non-existent. Fixed Bayonets
was disorder within order, a perfect formal synthesis of the Fullerian ethic
of compromise. It was his masterpiece to the extent that madness can only
really express itself through a surfeit of reason. Whereas Run of the Arrow
is the triumph of the offhand, of the casual, of the lazy. Perhaps no
director has ever gone so far in the art of throwing a film together (except
the unfortunate Josef Shaftel in The Naked Hills). Whatever the extent of
his negligence, one cannot but be fascinated by the spontaneity it brings
with it. Fixed Bayonets is, or soon will be, a classic, whereas Run of the
Arrow will remain a film for the bedside table. Fuller is an amateur; he is
lazy, agreed. But his film expresses amateurism and laziness: and that is
already a lot.
H the film didn't make a cent in America, that's because Fuller, who
had complete responsibility, sent only a set of rushes to RKO, who cut it;
Universal recut and Rank cut more still. Quite rightly, no one believed in
the success of a film Sam Fuller had made with his feet, as Mrs Sarita
Mann so nicely puts it: that's why the distribution got clogged up. But
the cuts don't seem to have detracted much from the value of Run of the
Arrow: it lacks above all what is never lacking in the production-line film,
those sempiternal, improvised and ridiculous continuity shots.
Filming comes easy to him
What we find precious is that this animal Fuller trekked freely arOund
Arizona for five long weeks - one of his longest shooting schedules! _
with a budget of a million dollars - God knows what he did with it all! _
and to bring back what? One hundred and fifty shots, which have become
two hundred in the final print, linked together by impossible dissolves.
And such shots! There is already nothing ordinary about his style (except
in the clumsy classicism of his first piece): it's a good roughneck style!
The medium close shot [plan america in ], the perfect figure of classicism, is
rare in his work, or mediocre. When he is interested in several people or
objects, long shot; when it's one or two, close-up. Fuller is the poet of the
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close-up which, because of its elliptical nature, is always full of surprises
(the beginning of Steel Helmet), and which gives an unexpected relief to
faces or to blades of grass, accustomed in the commercial cinema to being
treated with little reverence. But here, he makes even less effort: either
there is talk - a lot of it, or there is action - a lot of that too; when someone
is saying something interesting, he is after all hardly going to play around
having it acted or using different angles to make the scene less theatrical.
Clark tries to convince O'Meara of the error of his ways. A long speech.
The reverse field? I'm still waiting for it. For at least four or five minutes,
we see the pair of them sitting side by side without moving, exactly what
the film school ABC9 says should not happen.
This lack of effort is irritating, but such riches emerge from it! It is wrong
to say that Fuller is inspired (since that means imagining the possibility
that he might not be) when he films actively. Instinctive, a born director,
he is someone to whom filming comes easy. It is enough for him just to
be himself at every moment - which is something we could repeat in
connection with a minor Ray piece like The True Story of Jesse James. His
rough sketches take us by surprise and are more powerful, more revealing
than a fine piece of construction. He can allow himself to mix styles: there
is a completeness, a world ranging from the living desert with its clumps
of spherical trees to O'Meara's delirium amid the smoke, from those
burlesques filmed with an Eisenstein-like plasticity to the rigorous and
Fordian composition of the distance shots of the attack on the fort. Traces
of Fritz Lang were also apparent in House of Bamboo, in the geometrical
organization of the hold-up scene, or of the billiard game, and similarly
in Pickup (Moe's death). Even so, because of a kind of poetic homogeneity,
it is always still Fuller, with its force of the instantaneous and of the
unfinished.
Marlowe and Shakespeare
We accept more easily the scene - which, on reflection, has a symbolic
value - in which the Yankee soldier, irritated by his syncopated calls on
the harmonica, saves the young Indian mute from the quicksand at the
cost of his own life, precisely because it isn't integrated into the film: thus
intentions are continually being corrected by mise en scene. Fuller, who
seemed so strongly attached to his fine ideas on America and the beauty
of democratic life, contradicts himself in every frame: it is patently obvious
that the customs of the Sioux inspire and please him infinitely more than
the prospect of the peaceful life by the fireside so magnificently celebrated
by Brooks and Hawks, as the numerous platitudes of the mise en scene
show, a mise en scene which is here that of a critic, a politician, and a
moralist.
Hence, in the last analysis, Fuller actually follows a path which is the
opposite of Welles's, and one can say that there is a difference between
them - which exists also in the realm of values - of the same order as the
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one between Marlowe and Shakespeare, with all the consequences that
implies.
Although at the outset he rejects it, Welles manages, however, through
the different forms of his art (which reveal him as both romantic and
civilized) to produce the synthesis of his physical and moral aspirations,
whereas Fuller, Faustian in principle and Promethean in fact, although
conscious of the necessity of such a synthesis and actively searching for
it, is sooner or later betrayed, when he is totally given over to himself and
cannot then be artificially redeemed through the saving intervention of
outside influences, by the very unambivalence in the depths of his
personality.
Translated by Norman King
Notes
1 The Dark Page: British title of Scandal Sheet, director Phil Karlson, 1952.
2 Pickup on South Street was banned in France f;)r its representation of the Commu-
nists, and China Gate, set during the Vietnamese war, for its representation of
the French; Verboten (1958) had not yet been seen in France. When Pickup was
finally released in France, in 1961, it was in a dubbed version called Le Port de
la drogue (literally, 'Drug Port'), in which all reference to Communists and the
smuggling of state secrets had been changed in the dubbing to a story of drug
smuggling - a transformation the ease of which was taken to validate Moullei's
point here about Fuller's 'abstract' depiction of the enemy. Pickup on South Street
was reviewed by Moullet in Cahiers 121, July 1961, and Verboten also by Moullet
in Cahiers 108, June 1960.
3 'Morality is a question of tracking shots': d. Jean-Luc Godard's 'Tracking shots
are a question of morality' in the discussion 'Hiroshima, notre amour', Ch. 6 in
this volume.
4 Les Tricheurs, director Marcel Carne, 1958, generally taken by Cahiers as an
attempt by the cinema de papa to cash in on youth subjects thought proper to the
incipient nouvelle vague.
5 Moullet's use of the word theorie rather than politique suggests that Cahiers
themselves were perhaps not clear about the boundaries between the two;
Moullet's use of 'theory' predates that of Sarris, who has often been taken as
responsible for mistranslating the politique des auteurs into the auteur theory.
6 The reference is to Stendhal's The Charterhouse of Parma, in which the young
ingenu Fabrice, full of enthusiasm for Napoleon, makes his own way to Waterloo
to fight as a volunteer on the French side. The episode is narrated in a mock
heroic manner: Fabrice spends more time looking for the action than partici-
pating in it, and when he does have to fight for his life it is with the retreating
French.
7 Joseph MacDonald, 1906--68, US director of photography, graduating to cinema-
tography in the 1940s; MacDonald had worked with Fuller on Pickup on South
Street, 1952, and in colour on Hell and High Water, 1953, and House of Bamboo,
1955; MacDonald would also have been known to Moullet and Cahiers for his
work with Nicholas Rayon Bigger than Life, 1956, and The True Story of Jesse
James, 1957.
8 Fuller's production company was called Globe Enterprises. It produced Run of
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the Arrow, 1956, and Verboten, 1958, both for RKO; China Gate, 1957, and Forty
Guns, 1957, both for Twentieth Century-Fox; The Crimson Kimono, 1959, and
Underworld USA, 1960, both for Columbia.
9 The French reads '1' ABC idhecal', i.e. the rules taught by the Institut des Hautes
Etudes Cinematographiques, commonly known as IDHEC: see Introduction to
this volume, note 69.
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(,Evolution du film policier', Cahiers du
1 In Memoriam
Success creates the fashion, which in turn shapes the genre. What corre-
sponded to the vogue for the detective story between the two wars, in -
American cinema - with many poor imitations elsewhere - was the
creation of a genre which rapidly gave way, predictably, to mediocrity
and slovenly formulae. To begin with it generated some films that were
interesting and well-made, if less than admirable: adaptations of the best-
selling novels of S. S. Van Dine or Earl Derr Biggers, like the famous
Canary Murder Case, which is unforgettable, though for reasons not directly
connected with those I have mentioned (namely Louise Brooks). The
tremendous success of these films prompted shrewd businessmen to
manufacture an infinite number of cheap by-products, usually rehashed
by some Tom, Dick or Harry, with Charlie Chan, Perry Mason, Philo
Vance or Ellery Queen turning up regularly in some new adventure, and
generally bearing an extraordinary resemblance to one another (in the
shape of Warner Oland, Warren Williams or any other highly specialized
actor), all with the purpose, I suppose, of giving their none too demanding
audiences the impression that they were reading a regular Sunday comic-
book.
An experience similar in every respect was the lot of those gangster
films that emerged out of the very complex social, economic and political
conjunctions of the 1930s. Some - the early ones - were masterpieces,
based on the exploits of the famous Italian bootleggers of the Prohibition
era, and were what is called 'topical'. But this topicality did not last and
with it departed a fine source of inspiration. From then on, the by-products
without such drawbacks as topicality had the lion's share.
Strange to say, despite a downhill course that was all too obvious even
in 1935, there was virtually no merging of the two genres before 1939.
The attempts at adapting the novels of Dashiell Hammett only succeeded
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in reducing the hero of The Thin Man to the proportions of a series detective
who persisted, tireder, sadder, and more monotonous, until around the
end of the war. Thus the state of the thriller genre - of all the thriller
genres - was far from brilliant in 1940. The mystery story either visibly
stood still or became impossible to transfer to the screen. Prohibition had
long since been forgiven by whisky lovers, and the crime syndicate had
not yet reached the public eye. The films were turning into baleful police
stories, definitively condemned to tiny budgets and even smaller talents.
It was then that an unexpected rediscovery of Dashiell Hammett, the
appearance of the first Chandlers and a favourable climate, suddenly gave
the tough guy genre its aristocratic credentials,l and opened the doors of .
the studios to it once and for all. The trend in these films, from Raoul
Walsh's High Sierra and Huston's Maltese Falcon onwards, continued to
grow until 1948. The notion of the series underwent important modifica-
tions: if it was still a matter of exploiting a lucrative vein according to pre-
established recipes, nevertheless each work was distinguishable from the
others, in the best cases, by its tone or style. And if the same character
appeared in several films one had to put it down to chance, or locate it
in identical literary sources: no idiocy made it obligatory to identify the
Marlowe of Murder My Sweet [UK title: Farewell, My Lovely} with the
Marlowe of The Lady in the Lake. Many of these films were of high quality
and often exceeded one's expectations of their directors (1 have in mind
Dmytryk, Hathaway or Daves). There are two reasons for this: the subjects
of these films were the work of talented writers, all of them specialists in
the genre, like Chandler, Burnett, Jay Dratler or Leo Rosten; and the film-
makers had settled for a standard mise en scene that worked extremely well
and was rich in visual effects, perfectly suited to a genre in which refine-
ment seemed inappropriate.
Misfortune willed that the genre in question should carry within it the
seeds of its Own destruction. Built as it was on the elements of shock and
surprise, it could only offer even the most imaginative of scriptwriters and
conscientious of directors a very limited number of dramatic
which, by force of repetition, ended up no longer producing
eIther shock or surprise. If the film noir thriller - and with it the novel -
managed to last eight years, it was thanks to the precise combination of
two elements that were at first external: suspense
2
and reportage. There,
too, the dice were loaded. Suspense, in introducing a new and infinitely
dangerous instrument - anticipation - could only ring the changes on a
very small number of situations, and covered up the problem without
resolving it. As for reportage,3 its multiple possibilities were stifled by the
very nature of the genre, which could only preserve its most superficial
and quickly let it become dull and boring. Thus locked in the
of its Own construction, the thriller could only go round in circles,
like a trapped bird unable to find a way out of its cage. Robert Montgo-
mery's gratuitous attempts at subjective camera shots in The Lady in the
Lake, the time-disorientation in Sam Wood's Ivy, Robert Florey's childish
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and grotesque avant-gardism in his amnesiac's story,4 all sounded the
death knell. One day Ben Hecht gave it the finishing touch, producing,
from a tenth-rate novel by Eleazar Lipsky, an admirable script which was
a supreme example of all the features of the detective story genre
combined. As if to illustrate perfectly both the strength and the weakness
of such a conception, it was Henry Hathaway, a skilled technician without
an ounce of personality (author of the highest expression of the genre:
the first half of Dark Corner), who made Kiss of Death, swansong of a
formula, end of a recipe and the bottom of a gold mine, which at once
blew up in the faces of the tycoons who had made their money but were
now in trouble.
2 Nobilissima Visione
And so the film thriller is no more: the novel likewise. The source has
dried up; renewal is impossible. What is left but to go beyond it? Following
in the footsteps of all the other genres which created the past glory of the
American cinema, the thriller t now without an existence of its own,
remains a wonderful pretext.
Within civilizations - Valery was instructive about their fate - no
successes, no fashions, no genres are immortal. What remain are the
works, successes or failures, but a sincere expression of the preoccupations
and ideas of their authors. In this particular case another historical
panorama is now being unveiled, offering to our eyes One Exciting Night,
Underworld and Scarfacc, followed by a long bleak and empty plain: well,
these few films prefigure the thriller of tomorrow.
There's no question in these films of renovating a genre, either by
extending its boundaries or intellectualizing it in some way. In fact there's
no question of renovation at all, simply of expression, through the telling
of a not too confusing tale. Aren't the best criteria of an authentic work
most often its complete lack of self-consciousness and its unquestionable
necessity? So there's nothing to restrict a preference for the freshness and
intelligence of that almost impenetrable imbroglio, Out of the Past [UK title:
I Build My Gallows High], directed by Jacques Tourneur and scripted
clumsily, and utterly sincerely, by Geoffrey Homes,5 rather than for Dark
Passage, with its skilful construction, its judicious use of the camera in its
first half, and its amusing surreal ending. But what makes the first of the
two films more sincere than the other, you may ask. The very fact of its
clumsiness! A film's total assimilation within a genre often means nothing
more than its complete submission to it; to make a thriller, the essential
and only prerequisite is that it be conceived as such and, by corollary,
that it be constituted exclusively of the elements of the thriller. It is the
genre that reigns over inspiration, which it holds back and locks into strict
rules. Therefore it clearly takes exceptional talent to remain oneself in such
a strange enterprise (that's the miracle of The Big Sleep), or else it takes
inspiration, aspirations, and a vision of the world which are naturally in
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accordance with the laws of the genre (Laura is yet another miracle; and
in a certain sense Lang and Hitchcock too).
There is no doubt that the superiority of The Big Sleep derives in part
from the quite functional perfection achieved by director and scriptwriters;
the plot of the film is a model of the thriller equation, with three unknowns
(the blackmailer, the murderer, the avenger), so simple and so subtle that
at first all is beyond comprehension; in fact, on a second viewing there is
nothing easier than the unravelling of this film. The only difference
between the viewer and the Marlowe-Bogart character is that the latter
works it all out and understands the first time round. And so it seems
this film only resembles the others in so far as it towers above them; but
deep roots and firm connections link it to the body of Hawks's work. It
is not just accidental that here the private eye is more intelligent and
sharper than we are, and more directly than anywhere else confronted
with the brutal strength of his adversaries. Beyond the shadow of a doubt,
The Big Sleep is closer to Scarface, The Thing and even Monkey Business than
to Robert Montgomery's The Lady in the Lake. It is no less true that here
the function subordinates the creation, surpassed by it of course, but
definitively, since the Hawksian treatment of the tough guy theme cannot
be repeated without in its turn creating a dull and sterile cliche.
Things take a rather different shape in Otto Preminger's Laura. In this
film the pure thriller element is entirely subordinate to a predetermined
narrative style which in some way transmutes it. The film's inspiration, a
Vera Caspary novel, is a classic detective story, or rather neo-classic - in
other words based on a less stereotyped kind of realism. At any rate it is
a flawless testimony to the inadequacies of a thoroughly worn-out formula.
It is at the level of the characters that the displacement operates: the
authors (Preminger and Jay Dratler) push them to their inevitable
paroxysm, thus creating characters who are intrinsically faSCinating, for
whom the course they follow becomes the only possible one. Everything
happens as if the characters had been created before the plot (it usually
happens the other way round, of course), as if they themselves were
constructing the plot, transposing it on to a level to which it never aspired.
To ac.centuate this impression, Preminger thought up a new narrative
techmque (which moreover gave his film great historical importance): long
shot from a crane, following the key characters in each scene
in theIr every move, so that these characters, immutably fixed in the frame
(usually in close-up or in two-shot), see the world around them evolving
and changing in accordance with their actions. Here was the proof that a
thriller can also be beautiful and profound, that it is a question of style
a.nd conviction. Vera Caspary had written a detective story. Preminger
fIlmed a story of characters who meant something to him. None the less
Laura still far from exemplary, since its success postulates a pre-existing
detectIve story plot that fits in with the film-maker's purpose, or, more
exactly, demands of the film-maker a vision that can be integrated into a
given thriller theme. There again it is the director who takes the initiative
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and adapts to the genre. And the result, which one cannot deny is admir-
able, is worth infinitely more than the principle, which is no more than a
half-measure.
At the same time one can easily understand that these films have consti-
tuted decisive stages in the peaceful struggle for the liberation of the genre
and the shattering of its formulae; where they have not provided examples
they have worked as stimulants. Thus one could see an ensemble of
aggressive works, some of them failures, but often extraordinary, in any
case personal and sincere, whose thriller theme was only a pretext or a
means, but never an end in itself. Some random examples: Welles's The
Lady from Shanghai, Nick Ray's On Dangerous Ground and In a Lonely Place,6
Joseph Losey's The Prowler, Preminger's Where the Sidewalk Ends and Whirl-
pool, and a few others which have endowed the thriller theme with its
real aristocratic credentials, films that are not subject to absurd conventions
and arbitrary classifications. It is difficult at first to see any connection
between The Lady from Shanghai and In a Lonely Place: the quality of this
connection lies in the very difference between the two films, in the aston-
ishing honesty, in relation to themselves, of Welles and Nicholas Ray. The
wealth is in the prospectors, no longer in the mine.
There is clearly an objection possible here: all the films I've mentioned
- and I've made a deliberate selection - are outstanding primarily because
they set themselves miles apart from the genre, attached to it only by
tenuous links that have nothing to do with their qualities. Isn't it then a
little dishonest to see the future of the thriller only in the dilution of the
detective story element within the films, since you only have to take
things to their paradoxical conclusion to conceive of an ideal future in the
suppression of this element altogether?
In reality what seems like a dilution is in fact nothing less than enrich-
ment. All these auteurs have one thing in common: they no longer regard
crime or any other thriller element as simply a dramatic situation that can
lend itself to a range of more or less skilful variations, but see it in
ontological (as with Ray, Losey or Dassin) or metaphysical (Welles, Lang
or Hitchcock) terms.
It is really a matter of valorizing a theme, just as Proust tried to do with
time, or Jouhandeau with homosexuality. In the realm of the cinema this
can be done at the level of mise en scene, as with Preminger, or at the level
of work done on the script with a certain kind of mise en scene (Hitchcock
or Welles). It can also be done, dare I say it, independently, in the working
out of the script. I shall take my example from this last category since its
demonstration is easier on paper.
Let's look at Robert Wise's Born to Kill, a film that has received less than
its fair share of attention. In this film, then, it's the script itself that is
admirable and completely new; the weak spot is the mise en scene. Techni-
cally it is beyond reproach and in places quite powerful, but alas, dread-
fully ordinary and typical of the genre, which was precisely what the film
aimed to break away from and grind into dust. The script is a faithful
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adaptation - if, because of the time constraint, a little simplified - of a
novel by someone called James Gunn. This young man wrote his book as
an 'exercise in creative writing'. The University gave him the first page,
and by the second, he had already eliminated all its superfluous elements,
cleverly choosing as the framework for his story two well-exhausted
themes of the dying genre: the woman who is more monstrous than the
most monstrous man (Deadlier Than the Male is the original title7) and the
old woman who turns detective in order to avenge a murdered friend. He
literally explodes these themes before our eyes, through an absolutely
extraordinary freedom of development and tone. Pushing each scene to
its paroxysm of violence, comedy or the macabre, he succeeds in giving
them all a dimension of the unexpected, the profound or the poetic and
simultaneously justifying the themes chosen; for it is only through them
that the characters can be pushed to their limits, that their purification
can be brought about, and the style, tone and ideas justified. Over-
prudent, Wise could not - or did not know how to - work in tune with
this, and Born to Kill was by no means the masterpiece and the manifesto
that it should have been.
Be that as it may, through the successes and the failures, evolution
cannot be denied. Nobody, I think, would lament the passing of films like
After the Thin Man, or more recent films like Murder My Sweet, on seeing
new films like In a Lonely Place or The Prowler. For those who remain
unconvinced of the rigour of my argument I have kept an ace up my
sleeve. Better than pages of analysis, there is one film that can testify to
the new truth. Enter the thriller of tomorrow, freed from everything and
especially from itself, illuminating with its overpowering sunlights8 the
depths of the unspeakable. It has chosen to create itself out of the worst
material to be found, the most deplorable, the most nauseous product of
a genre in a state of putrefaction: a Mickey Spillane story. Robert Aldrich
and A. I. Bezzerides
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have taken this threadbare and lacklustre fabric and
splendidly rewoven it into rich patterns of the most enigmatic arabesques.
In Kiss Me Deadly the usual theme of the detective series of old is handled
off-screen, and only taken up again in a whisper for the sake of the foolish:
what it's really about is something more serious - images of Death, Fear,
Love and Terror pass by in succession. Yet nothing is left out: the tough
detective whose name we know so well, the diminutive
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gangsters, the cops, the pretty girls in bathing suits, the platinum blonde
murderess. Who would recognize them, and without embarrassment,
these sinister friends of former times, now unmasked and cut down to
size?
A shortage of themes, says the honest man! As if themes were not what
auteurs make of them!
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1 The genre had, however, already been around for some time. It has its acknowl-
edged origins in the magazine Black Mask, which was where Chandler,
Hammett, Cornell Woolrich and Raoul Whitfield published their first stories.
Moreover, The Maltese Falcon and The Glass Key had both been the subject of
low-budget adaptations around 1933. (Author's note.)
2 It is very difficult to draw a clear line between what constitutes 'suspense' and
the 'thriller'. In literature the first is closer to William Irish, the second to
Chandler. In reality each has always relied very heavily on the other. (Author's
note.)
3 'Reportage': Chabrol seems to be referring to the brief post-war wave of docu-
mentary-influenced thrillers associated primarily with producer Louis de Roch-
emont and Twentieth Century-Fox, e.g. The House on 92nd Street, 1945, Boom-
erang, 1947, Call Northside 777, The Street with No Name (both 1948).
4 The Beast with Five Fingers, 1946.
5 Pseudonym for screenwriter-novelist Daniel Mainwaring, whose novel Build
My Gallows High was the basis for the Out of the Past script; in Britain the film
was retitled Build My Gallows High.
6 It seems that Ray chooses the more esteemed authors of the genre. On
Dangerous Ground is adapted from a fine Gerald Butler novel, Mad with Much
Heart. As for In a Lonely Place, it is very freely adapted from an excellent work
of the same name by Dorothy B. Hughes (the same writer who inspired Ride
the Pink Horse). (Author's note.)
7 Born to Kill in fact boasts three titles: sometimes known as Deadlier Than the
Male, its British title was Lady of Deceit.
8 'Sunlights': 'sunlight' is a technical term referring to light reaching a photo-
graphed object directly from the sun, whereas 'daylight' would include other
natural light sources such as reflected light. By his choice of phrase here Chabrol
seems to intend a reference to the atomic theme of Kiss Me Deadly, and the
blinding light from the box which causes its final explosion.
9 Bezzerides is one of the better current Hollywood scriptwriters. He first came
to the cinema with the adaptation of his own novel, Thieves' Market, for Jules
Dassin (Thieves' Highway), and has since worked as scriptwriter or adapter on
,'::. Beneath the Twelve-Mile Reef, On Dangerous Ground and other well-crafted films
rich in original ideas. The character of Nick in Kiss Me Deadly is a typically
Bezzeridean creation. To give you some idea of the physical presence of this
fascinating personality, he is the one who plays Robert Ryan's second tempter
(the one who tries to bribe him) at the beginning of On Dangerous Ground.
(Author'S note.)
10 Cf. note 8: Chabrol's original adjective is atomique, to incorporate both the
atomic theme of the film and the colloquial meaning given here.
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(,Beaute d'un western', Cahiers du Cinema
55, January 1956)
In France the Western genre goes virtually unnoticed by the critics. I mean
that if it does get talked about in the press, the reference is more or less
incidental. For any and every Western you will unfailingly find three or
four stock brands of criticism: 'Where are the Indians of yesteryear?'; or,
'Some good fight scenes and a fairly spectacular Indian attack fortunately
allow you to forget the conventional puerility of the script'; or again, of
course, 'But here the traditional framework is no more than a pretext that
the film-maker has transcended to give us something much more than a
Western ... ' It is glaringly obvious that the critics are on slippery ground
with the Western, and have no firmer intellectual foothold than the sand
of psychology or moral argument with which the writer might scatter his
path. In fact, the true Western does defy criticism. Its qualities or its
weaknesses are evident but not demonstrable. They reside less in the
presence of the ingredients that make up the Western than in the subtle
originality produced by their proportions. Analysis, therefore, can yield
nothing but a crude enumeration which overlooks the essence that only
taste can uncover. But try to make taste the subject of criticism! After
all, an appreciation of its vulgarity or refinement presupposes love and
familiarity. The evaluation of a Western shares something in common with
wine-tasting. The wine-lover alone can discern the body and the bouquet,
the alcohol content and the fruitiness, and all these nuances intermingled,
where the uninitiated can only make a rough guess at whether it is a
Burgundy or a Bordeaux. But enough of these gastronomic comparisons.
It would perhaps be more to the point to say that the essential qualities
of the Western come from its lyricism, and that as far as mise en scene is
concerned what matters is not that it should sing loud, but that it should
sing true. So you see Westerns praised usually for their spectacular effects
or simply for the skill that the film-maker has employed in revitalizing a
classic theme. Those are not necessarily qualities to be disregarded, but
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how much less decisive than the resonance of even the least significant
scene, the timbre of its song.
Anthony Mann has this musical truth, to the highest degree. Everyone
of his Westerns that we have seen has been extraordinary, The Naked Spur
in particular, which is clearly the best constructed in terms of the script.
I must confess that I find myself a little irritated by the casual attitude
towards the verisimilitude of his plots that is sometimes evidenced in
Anthony Mann. The Far Country in particular had an avalanche story that
was much too cumbersome for my taste. But it is obvious that there is no
doubt in his mind whenever he is faced with a choice between his mise
en scene and his script. Which accounts for my being so unperturbed by
the shakiness of the adaptation in The Man from Laramie. Probably because
in the first place it is not really so far-fetched, only obscure. It is not clear
who the traitor is, nor even whether there is one at all. James Stewart has
come to these parts to avenge his brother, who was killed by Indians
armed with automatic rifles sold to them by a local badman. He comes up
against the almost total authority of the landowner: it takes three days'
ride to cross all his territory. But there is something that this all-powerful
man is afraid of: his son's weak and wilful character - unchecked by a
manager who is perhaps over-ambitious - and a man he sees in his
dreams, who will come to destroy his hard-won patrimony. At the end
he will understand that the usurper of his dreams is not the avenger from
Laramie, but the manager whom he has adopted as his son. In the eyes
of all the film's protagonists this is the character for whom ultimate retri-
bution is reserved. And it could well be so. But for the audience, which
."'\ is alone in witnessing certain scenes, and is consequently in the position
of knowing more than James Stewart, it is the son, wrongfully exonerated
by his untimely death, who is most guilty. However great the guilt of the
manager f it is not so great as those who condemn him believe it to be. In
any case he is not without extenuating circumstances. The harshness and
patriarchal egoism of his employer give him an excuse. As the sorcerer's
apprentice of the catastrophe, he did not will all the evil to which his first
error condemned him. So here the classic role of the traitor is adhered to
only superficially and in paradoxical fashion, since it functions as such for
the protagonists alone. It is understood, of course, that these ambiguities
owe nothing to psychology, they are born of the interweaving of circum-
stances and characters. Their subtlety is objective and aesthetic. It is engen-
dered not by any particular psychological motivation attributed to the
characters a priori, but by the intelligence of the narrative. Consequently
the richness of this script is of quite a different kind from that of the
'super-Westerns'
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of which High Noon is an example. Here the initial
elements remain rigorously pure. At the beginning Anthony Mann has
nothing more at his disposal than the traditional themes and devices.
There is one that he even continues to use when there is no longer
any justification for it in the script. The old trapper, an out-of-Iuck gold
prospector with only a mule to his name, bearded and philosophical, is a
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classic character to whom The Naked Spur had assigned an important role.
Here he is again, but now reduced to an episodic and ornamental function.
Above all he provides Anthony Mann with an excuse for a wonderful shot
when the camera comes upon him alone in the middle of the landscape.
And so for the director of The Naked Spur man is barely separate from
nature. Admittedly, right from the beginnings of the Western, landscape
has been a constant basic element, but it is precisely in the function he
gives it that we can recognize the vocation of the true metteur en scene
of the Western. For Anthony Mann landscape is always stripped of its
dramatically picturesque effects. None of those spectacular overhanging
rocks in the deserts, nor those overwhelming contrasts designed to add
effect to the script or the mise en scene. If the landscapes that Anthony
Mann seems fond of are sometimes grandiose or wild, they are still on
the scale of human feeling and action. Grass is mixed up with rocks, trees
with desert, snow with pastures and clouds with the blue of the sky. This
blending of elements and colours is like the token of the secret tenderness
nature holds for man, even in the most arduous trials of its seasons.
In most Westerns, even in the best ones like Ford's, the landscape is an
expressionist framework where human trajectories come to make their
mark. In Anthony Mann it is an atmosphere. Air itself is not separate
from earth and water. Like Cezanne, who wanted to paint it, Anthony
Mann wants us to feel aerial space, not like a geometric container, a
vacuum from one horizon to the other, but like the concrete quality of
space. When his camera pans, it breathes.
Hence his extraordinary use of CinemaScope, whose format is never
used as a new frame. Quite simply, like a fish in a bigger tank, the cowboy
is more at home on the wide screen. If he moves across the whole field
of vision it gives us twice as much pleasure, since we see him for twice
as long.
For Anthony Mann contemplation is indeed the ultimate goal of the
Western mise en scene.
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Not that he lacks a taste for action and its violence,
even its cruelty. On the contrary, he can make it explode with a dazzling
suddenness, but we are well aware that it both shatters peace and aims
to restore it,3 just as the great contemplatives make the best men of action
because they at once take the measure of its futility in its necessity.
Anthony Mann watches his heroes struggle and suffer, with tenderness
sympathy. He finds their violence beautiful because it is human, but
Its dramatic outcome is of no interest to him. In The Man fron1 Laramie
there is a long fight with no winner.
Thus from this admirable film there emanates a wisdom of more depth
than. be attributed to the organic elements of the genre alone. A kind
of and tender serenity that is indisputably superior to the more
exphcIt moral lessons of those films for which the critics reserve their
favours because they are 'better than a Western'.
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1 Cf. my discussion of Bazin's essay 'Evolution of the Western' in the Introduction
to this section .
. 2 This, alas, was the only appeal of Strategic Air Command. This article discusses
Anthony Mann as an auteur of the Western, and for my part I do not judge the
same talent in other areas. I thought The Glenn Miller Story was a disaster. I
don't see anything abnormal in that. In this instance the self-same qualities went
against the subject. But I do not want to open up a critical debate on this
question that would take me outside the terms of my subject. (Author's note.)
3 There is less and less action in Anthony Mann's Westerns, and he seems to
have set himself the ideal goal of making a film where the hero has nothing
more to do than ride a horse for 120 minutes. As evidence I shall give you this
outraged commentary by Jack Moffitt in the Hollywood Reporter on the last
Anthony Mann Western, which has just come out in America: 'The only emotion
inspired by The Last Frontier is one of pity for the actofS .... Instead of looking
fOf new faces the film industry would do better to look for new brains .... This
is a Western with no action (except in the final minute) and a psychological
drama with no motives.' (Author's note.)
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('Un western exemplaire', Cahiers du
Cinema 74, August-September 1957)
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Here is a chance for me to apply what I have written about the politique
des auteurs. My admiration for Seven Men from Now will not lead me to
conclude that Budd Boetticher is the greatest director of Westerns -
although I do not rule out this hypothesis - but simply that his film is
perhaps the best Western I have seen since the war. It is only the memory
of The Naked Spur and The Searchers that makes me reticent. It is in fact
difficult to discern with certain tv those qualities of this exceptional film
which stem specifically from the "mise en scene, from the scenario, and from
dazzling dialogue, without of course speaking of the anonymous
VIrtues of the tradition itself which blossom freely when the conditions of
production do not deny them. I confess to only having, unfortunately,
too vague a memory of Boetticher's Westerns to define the role of chance
or circumstance in the success of this one, a role which hardly exists,
agreed, in the case of an Anthony Mann. Whatever the case, and even if
Seven Men from Now is the result of an exceptional contingency, neverthe-
less I regard this film as one of the exemplary successes of the contem-
porary Western.
Let the reader excuse me if he is unable to verify my opinions; I know
that I am speaking of a work which he will probably not see. Thus decree
the Seven Men from Now has only been released in a subtitled
verSion, m exclusivity, and in the low season, in a small cinema on the
Champs-Elysees. Unless the film has been dubbed, you will not find in it
the quartiers. It is a situation akin to that of another martyred masterpiece,
John Ford's The Searchers, released only in a dubbed version, in
midsummer.
This is because the Western continues to be the least understood of
For the producer and the distributor, the Western cannot be
more than an infantile and popular film, destined to end up on
teleVISI?n, or an ambitious superproduction with major stars. Only the
box-offIce appeal of the actors or of the director then justifies the effort of
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publicity and distribution. Betwixt and between is a haphazard question
of chance, and no one - the critic no more than the distributor, it must
be said - draws any appreciable distinctions between the films produced
under the Western label. This is how Shane, Paramount's ambitious super-
production celebrating the cinematographic golden anniversary of Zukor,
came to be greeted as a masterpiece while Seven Men from Now, much
superior to Stevens's film, will pass unnoticed and will probably return to
Warners' shelves whence it will only be brought out as a stopgap.
The fundamental problem with the contemporary Western undoubtedly
consists in the dilemma between intelligence and naivety. Today the
Western cannot in most cases continue to be simple and traditional except
by being vulgar and idiotic. A whole cut-price production system persists
on such a basis. The fact is that, since Thomas Ince and William Hart, the
cinema has evolved. A conventional and simplistic genre in terms of its
primitive characteristics, the Western must, however, become adult and
intelligent if it wishes to be ranked alongside films worthy of critical
attention. Hence the appearance of the psychological Westerns, with their
social or more or less philosophical theses: the Westerns of consequence.
The apex of this evolution being precisely represented by Shane, a second-
degree Western in which the mythology of the genre is consciously treated
as the subject of the film. The beauty of the Western proceeding notably
from its spontaneity and from its perfect unconsciousness of the myth-
ology dissolved in it, like salt in the sea, this laborious distillation is an
act against nature which destroys what it reveals.
But can one directly follow on today from the style of Thomas Ince
while ignoring forty years of cinematographic evolution? Obviously not.
Stagecoach undoubtedly illustrates the outer limit of a still classical equilib-
rium between primitive rules, the intelligence of the scenario and formal
aestheticism. Beyond this point lies baroque formalism or the intellectu_
alism of symbols, lies High Noon. Anthony Mann alone seems to have
been able to rediscover the natural, thanks to his sincerity, but it is his
mise en scene more than his scenarios which renders his Westerns the
purest of the post-war period. Now, with all due respect to the poIitique
des auteurs, the scenario is no less constitutive an element of the Western
than skilful use of the horizon and the lyricism of the landscape. Moreover
my admiration for Anthony Mann has always been a little troubled by
weaknesses he was willing to tolerate in his adaptations.
Therefore the first wonder that strikes us in the case of Seven Men from
Now has to do with the perfection of a scenario which achieves the tour
de force of ceaselessly surprising us within the terms of a rigorously claSsical
framework. No symbols, no philosophical backdrops, no psychological
shading, nothing but ultra-conventional characters in totally familiar occu-
pations - but an extraordinarily ingenious mise en place and above all a
constant inventiveness in relation to details capable of renewing the
interest of the situations. The hero of the film, Randolph Scott, is a sheriff
hunting seven bandits who have killed his wife while stealing the Wells
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Fargo coffers. It is a question of catching up with them by crossing the
desert, before they cross the border with the stolen money. Another man
soon becomes interested in helping him, but with a very different motive.
Once the bandits are dead, he will perhaps be able to take possession of
the twenty thousand dollars. Perhaps - unless the sheriff stops him, in
which case he will have to kill an extra man. Thus the dramatic line is
clearly drawn. The sheriff acts out of vengeance, his associate out of self-
interest; in the end, the account will be settled between them. This story
could make a dull and banal Western, were the scenario not built on a
series of coups de theatre which I will restrain myself from revealing in order
to safeguard the reader's pleasure if by good fortune he should see the
film. But still more than the invention of such peripeteia, it is the humour
with which they are handled that seems remarkable to me. Thus, for
instance, one never sees the sheriff shoot, as if he did so too fast to give
the camera time to capture the reverse-field. The same comic spirit surely
accounts for the heroine's dresses - too pretty or too alluring - or yet
again the unexpected ellipses of the dramatic construction. Certain scenes
make one smile or even laugh. But that's what is most admirable here:
the humour never runs contrary to emotion and still less to a sense of
admiration. No trace of parody. It supposes solely on the part of the
director awareness and understanding of the springs which he sets in
motion, but with no contempt or condescension. Humour is not born from
a feeling of superiority, but quite the contrary, from a superabundance of
admiration. When one loves to this degree the hero one creates and the
situations one imagines, then and then alone can one bring into play this
humorous distance which multiplies admiration through its lucidity. This
kind of irony does not diminish the characters, but allows their naIvety
to co-exist with intelligence. Indeed, here is one of the most intelligent
Westerns I know but also the least intellectual; the most refined and the
least aesthetic; the simplest and the most beautiful.
This paradoxical dialectic was possible because Budd Boetticher and his
chose not to dominate their subject with paternalism or to 'enrich'
It with psychological elements, but simply to push it to its logical limit
and to derive all the effects from bringing situations to their completion.
Emotion is born from the most abstract connections and from the most
concrete kind of beauty. Realism, so imperative in historical and psycho-
logical Westerns, has no more meaning here than in the Triangle] films,
or rather, a specific splendour arises from the fusion of extreme convention
and extreme reality. Boetticher knew how to make prodigious use of the
landscape, of the varied substance of the earth, of the grain and shape of
the rocks. Nor do I think that the photogenic qualities of horses have been
as well exploited for a very long time. For example, in Gail Russell's 2
bathing scene where the inherent modesty of the Western
IS humorously pushed so far that we see only the lapping of the water in
while fifty yards away Randolph Scott is grooming the horses.
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ference in the matter of eroticism. I am also thinking of the white mane
of the sheriff's horse, and its big yellow eye. Knowing how to use such
details is surely more important in the Western than knowing how to
deploy a hundred Indians in battle.
It is in fact necessary to credit this exceptional film with an altogether
unusual use of colour. Served, it's true, by a colour process (WarnerColor)
whose characteristics I am not familiar with, the colours of Seven Men from
Now are uniformly transposed into the tonality of a wash-drawing whose
transparency and flatness recall old stencil-colours. One could say that the
conventions of colour thus come to underline those of action.
Finally, there is Randolph Scott, his face irresistibly recalling William
Hart's right down to the sublime lack of expression in his blue eyes. Never
a facial gesture, never the shadow of a thought or a feeling, without
this impassiveness, needless to say, having anything to do with modern
interiority in the style of Marlon Brando. This face expresses nothing
because there is nothing to express. All motives for actions are defined
here according to occupations and circumstances. This includes the love
of Randolph Scott for Gail Russell, whose point of origin we know exactly
(the bathing scene), and its evolution, without the hero's face betraying a
sentiment. But it is inscribed in the chain of events like fate in the conjunc-
tion of the stars: essential and objective. Any subjective manifestation
would then have the vulgarity of a pleonasm. We become attached no
less to the characters; on the contrary, their existence is all the fuller by
owing nothing to the incertitudes and ambiguities of psychology, and
when, at the end of the film, Randolph Scott and Lee Marvin find them-
selves face to face, the heartrending to which we know ourselves
condemned is moving and beautiful like tragedy.
Thus the proof of the pudding is in the eating. The Western is not
condemned to justify itself by intellectualism or by spectacular effects. The
intelligence we demand today may serve to refine the primitive structures
of the Western and not to meditate upon them or to divert them to the
advantage of interests remote from the essence of the genre.
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1 Triangle: see Jacques Rivette, 'Notes on a Revolution', Ch. 8, note 3.
2 Gail Russell: when Bazin's article was reprinted in Qu'est-ce que Ie cinema, tome
III: Cinema et sociologie, Paris, Editions du Cerf, 1961, the name Gail Russell for
the film's main actress, used in the original review, was changed to that of Janet
Gaynor (and, in misprint, Gaylor). Though published after Bazin's death, his
collected works - except for volume IV - had been prepared and edited by Bazin
before his death. What motivated the change of actress's name is unclear: as far
as we have been able to establish, the actress in question is Gail Russell.
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Italian Cinema
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Contrary to popular assumption, Cahiers was not more interested in, or
committed to, American cinema than other cinemas: the contents of Cahiers
simply do not support any such assumption.! Although it was primarily
over responses to American cinema that Cahiers writers argued most
among themselves and with other French critics, and although this was
what marked them off most from Anglo-Saxon critics, a great deal of
Cahiers was devoted to what in Anglo-Saxon film culture we would call
'art cinema', generally European. We might express it in this way: as critics
involved in polemics, American cinema preoccupied them most; as future
film-makers they were very much drawn (and not only by necessity) to
European cinema.
There is in Godard's,2 Truffaut's,3 and Rivette's4 writing of this period
(in Cahiers and elsewhere) about Ingmar Bergman, for example, a recog-
nition of the proximity between Bergman's situation as a film-maker and
their own actual or potential situations, as well as a recognition of some
shared attitudes to both the world and the cinema. It may seem odd that
Ber.gman, in many ways the epitome of 'art cinema' ('difficult', intense,
seriOUS, personal, innovatory, or at least formally self-conscious), should
championed by Cahiers and especially by Godard ('the most original
fIlm-maker of the European cinema: Ingmar Bergman'), but the reasons
for. this are revealing. Truffaut emphasizes Bergman's simplicity, his explo-
of essentially personal concerns, the viewer's sense 'at the start of
a film that Bergman himself doesn't yet know how he'll end his story'.5
calls Bergman an 'intuitive artist' rather than a 'craftsman': 'The
cmerna is not a craft. It is an art. It does not mean team-work. One is
always alone; on the set as before the blank page. And for Bergman, to
be alone means to ask questions. And to make films means to answer
them. Nothing could be more classically romantic.'6 Bergman's own
comrn:nt on this passage is apt: 'He's writing about himself.'?
But m the struggle for a new, or different, French cinema, the example
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of the Italian cinema - Fellini, Antonioni, Visconti, but especially and most
consistently Rossellini - was most crucially important, particularly during
the early and mid-1950s. Eric Rohmer's conclusion to his 'Rediscovering
America' is that as well as loving America and American cinema, they
should also love Italy and its cinema: 'It is perhaps because of its amicable
if not harmonious juxtaposition of the most modern and the most ancient
that Italy ought to have had the high reputation in European cinema
which French cinema has enjoyed since the demise of the silent film. It is
only a matter of knowing, now, how to take over.'8 Rivette, concluding
his 'Letter on Rossellini', also 1955, says: 'Here is our cinema, those of us
who in our turn are preparing to make films (did I tell you, it may be
soon).' This introduction and the articles which follow try to give some
explanation of this relationship.
'Neo-Realism and Phenomenology' (1952) by Amedee Ayfre, a Catholic'
priest, forms a clear and close link with Andre Bazin's pre-Cahiers writings
on neo-realism,
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perhaps his most lastingly important work on realism
and representing important shifts from the position on realism outlined
in 'The Evolution of the Language of Cinema':l0 Bazin's brief note on
Umberto D from the Cannes Festival in 1952 can serve to remind us of the
general tone and stance of those writings. Ayfre draws heavily on Bazin's
significant insights into the workings ot for example, Bicycle Thieves
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while trying to draw out some of the underlying assumptions which
Bazin does not make explicit. In turn, Bazin explicitly approved of Ayfre's
formulations.
12
At many points Bazin and Ayfre are exceptionally close
in their judgments, for example in their agreement on the necessity of
'fundamental ambiguity' or their approval of 'social polemic ... but not
propaganda'.13 Ayfre's 'by giving primacy to existence over essence in all
things, the method comes strangely close to what the philosophers call
phenomenological description ... Rossellini and a few others have tried
... to go ... to things themselves, to ask what they manifest through
themselves' can be set alongSide Bazin's 'Neo-realism knows only imma-
nence. It is from appearances only, the simple appearance of beings and
the world, that it knows how to deduce the ideas that it unearths. It is a
phenomenology.'14 Bazin's conclusion to his essay on Bicycle Thieves - 'No
more actors, no more story, no more sets, which is to say that in the
perfect aesthetic illusion of reality there is no more cinema'15 - also finds
strong echoes in Ayfre's essay; Bazin in turn borrowed his definition of
the 'wholeness' of reality from Ayfre. Iii
Rohmer's review of Viaggio in Italia and Rivette's 'Letter on Rossellini'
(both 1955), stimulated by the generally unsympathetic critical response
to that film, indicate just how strong and central a tradition Bazin's and
Ayfre's 'phenomenological realism' and its 'neutral form' was in Cahiers
in the 1950s (this was precisely the tradition so wholly attacked by later
Marxist positions
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in relation to Viaggio in Italia reminds us particularly strongly of the
religious base to these notions of immanence.
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Rivette's long article, while recognizing the centrality of Catholicism in
Rossellini, is more complex and interesting for additional reasons. The
exemplary status Rivette gives Rossellini's cinema was certainly not new.
As early as 1952 Godard recalls an encounter with Rohmer in which
Rohmer argued that 'the real lesson of the Italian cinema has not yet been
generally understood ... I know of no film which better celebrates the
traditional virtues like courage and generosity than Rome, Open City. Yet
it is shot in a very rough and ready manner . . . French cameramen are
too preoccupied with composition, but the cinema has nothing to do with
painting.'lB Cahiers admired the American cinema but, generally classicat
popular and industrial as it was (despite the way a Nicholas Ray might
be discussed
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), it was not a cinema they could aspire to emulate. At the
same time, Cahiers disliked the typical French films of the period for
their lack of the traditional moral virtues as much as for their formal
'academicism', by which was meant both their literary quality (thus
Rivette's comment that 'nothing could be less literary or novelistic' than
Rossellini) and their pictorial conventions.
20
But Italian cinema represented
something which new French film-makers could aspire to, and Rossellini
in particular exemplified both moral values Cahiers could generally espouse
and a 'modern', non-academic photographic style and non-literary narra-
tive style which suited both their tastes and the production conditions and
possibilities in France. It is this 'modernity' - stylistic and thematic - which
Rivette's article seeks to define: ..
For there is no doubt that these hurried films, improvised out of very slender
means and filmed in a turmoil that is often apparent from the images, contain
the only real portrait of our times . . . How could one fail suddenly to reco-
gnize, quintessentially sketched, ill-composed, incomplete, the semblance of
our daily existence? These arbitrary groups, these absolutely theoretical collec-
tions of people eaten away by lassitude and boredom, just exactly as we know
them to be, as the irrefutable accusing image of our heteroclite, dissident,
discordant societies.
This, together with Rivette's sympathetic definition of Rossellini's
theme that 'human beings are alone, and their solitude irreduc-
Ible; that, except by miracle or saintliness, our ignorance of others is
and so on, offers pretty convincing exemplification of the
Cahiers thematic proposed by John Hess.
21
But, as an auteur, Rossel-
lim was interesting for other reasons, also exemplary: when Rivette
expresses his 'wonder at the fact that our era, which can no longer be
shocked by anything, should pretend to be scandalized because a film-
maker dares to talk about himself without restraint', he is arguing for a
central role for the 'personal' in art,n an important aspect of at least the
early nouvelle vague films.23 Though Rivette's conception here of auteur
and 'creativity' is largely conventional, he makes interesting distinctions
between 'isolated masters' (such as Renoir, Hawks, Lang, in their
maturity) whose work is self-justifying, autonomous (and which therefore
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cannot be learned from), and the 'exemplary' status of Rossellini's work
('everything in it is instructive, including the errors'), somehow 'shackled
to time', tied to the present.
24
Knowing as we do the interesting turns that
Rivette took subsequently as critic and as film-maker in the 1960s and
beyond, perhaps we can in this difficult but provocative essay also see
the beginnings of a concerted engagement with ideas about 'modernism' .25
The Cahiers view of the auteur/creator can also be assessed from the two
Rossellini interview extracts, interesting for the way Cahiers interviewed
as much as for Rossellini's views. In the Cahiers interview style we see a
paradoxical combination of veneration (there is, almost, a definite 'truth'
to be got from the director) with an interrogatory stance implying firm
equality, and thus a level of detailed questioning unusual for the time. 26
Cahiers' questions are very directly informed by the positions associated
with Bazin, and Rossellini's responses tend to confirm those positions, in
both their moral (and therefore political) and their formal senses. Rossel-
lini's manifesto-type responses, particularly in the 1959 interview, certainly
inform his later, didactic television work; unsurprisingly, their general
impetus closely resembles that of the nouvelle vague itself.
Notes
1 See also the Cahiers Annual Best Films Listings, in Appendix 1.
2 See, for example, in Godard on Godard, 'Bergmanorama' (originally published
in Calliers 85, July 1958), pp. 75-80, and a review of Summer with Monilca
(originally published in Arts 680, July 1958), pp. 84-5.
3 See, for example, in Truffaut, Films in My Life, 'Bergman's Opus'
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(originally publis ed in 1958), pp. 253-7.
4 See, for example, 'L' Arne au ventre', a review of Summer Interlude (Sommarlek),
Calliers 84, June 1958, pp. 45-7.
7 Ingmar Bergman, Bergman on Bergman (interviews with Ingmar Bergman by
Stig Bjorkman, Torsten Manns, Jonas Sima), London, Seeker & Warburg, 1973,
p.60.
8 Ch. 7 in this volume.
9 Collected in Andre Bazin, What is Cinema? Vol. 2; Umberto 0 is discussed in the
essays 'De Sica: Metteur en Scene' (pp. 61-78) and 'Umberto 0: A Great Work'
(pp. 79-82).
10 Reprinted in Andre Bazin, What is Cinema? Vol. 1.
11 See particularly the essays 'Bicycle Thief' and 'De Sica: Metteur en Scene' in
Bazin, What is Cinema? Vol. 2.
12 'In Defence of Rossellini', ibid., p. 97.
13 Cf. Bazin, 'Bicycle Thief', ibid., p. 51.
14 'De Sica: Metteur en Scene', ibid., pp. 64-5.
15 'Bicllcle Tllief' , ibid., p. 60.
16 'In Defence of Rossellini', ibid., p. 97.
17 See, for example, Jean-Louis Comolli and Jean Narboni, 'Cinema/Ideologyl
Criticism (I)" originally published Cahiers 216, October 1969, translated in
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Screen, vol. 12, no. 1, Spring 1971, reprinted in Screen Reader 1 and Nichols,
Movies and Methods.
19 See, for example, Rivette's comments on Nicholas Ray in 'Notes on a Revol-
ution', Ch. 8 in this volume.
20 See my introduction to the section on French cinema in this volume, and
particularly the comments on Truffaut's 'A Certain Tendency of the French
Cinema'.
21 See Introduction to this volume.
22 Cf. Truffaut on Becker's Touchez pas au grisbi, Ch. 1 in this volume,
among many other examples.
23 See, for example, Jacques Rivette's 'Du cote de chez Antoine', on Truffaut's
Les 400 Coups, Cahiers 95, May 1959, translated as 'Antoine's Way' in David
Denby, The 400 Blows, New York, Grove Press, 1969.
24 Cf., in a slightly different sense, Truffaut's treatment of the Japanese film
Juvenile Passion as exemplary, in Truffaut, Films in My Life, pp. 246-7.
25 Cf., for example, Rivette's contribution to the 1959 editorial discussion of Hiro-
shima, mon amour, Ch. 6 in this volume.
26 Cf. extracts from interview with Nicholas Ray, Ch. 15 in this volume.
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(from 'La Foi qui sauve: Cannes 1952',
Cahiers du Cinema 13, June 1952)
In the work of Zavattini and De Sica Miracle in Milan was a parenthesis,
an excursion into the world of fantasy, based on and perhaps at the service
of realism but nevertheless in a perspective diverging from the one defined
by Sciuscia (Shoeshine) and Bicycle Thieves. With Umberto D the scriptwriter
and the director revert to total neo-realism. Zavattini's originality in Italian
cinema, however, lies in his claim to go deeper into neo-realism rather
than to go beyond it. A somewhat dangerous and paradoxical position
after the success of Bicycle Thieves, so perfect that it was taken as a peak
after which the authors could only go downwards again. But Umberto D
proves that the undeniable perfection of Bicycle Thieves was the limit to
which an aesthetic could go. That limit lay less in the total application of
the laws of nea-realist narrative than in the almost miraculous balance
between that revolutionary conception of the screenplay and the demands
of classical narrative. Where they might have ended up with only a clever
compromise, the authors reached an ideal synthesis between the rigour
of tragic necessity and the accidental fluidity of everyday reality. But, for
Zavattini, this success was only at the cost of sacrificing part of his aesthetic
project, which we know to be to make a cinematographic spectacle from
ninety minutes in the life of a man to whom nothing happens. An unrealiz-
able project perhaps, the asymptote of an imaginary film whose relation-
ship to reality would be like a mirror of which one would no longer know
which side had the silvering, but also an aesthetic idea as fertile and
inexhaustible as nature itself.
From this point of view, Umberto D not only endeavours to go much
further than Bicycle Thieves but succeeds in doing so. Misunderstanding
inevitably arises from the fact that the social or political actuality of the
subject matter and its emotional repercussions make it appear to some as
a plea for the retirement of the aged and to others as melodrama. There
will always be, of course, plenty of small-scale Suares to sneer at De Sica's
'ignoble heart'. But it is clear that the real film in no sense corresponds to
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its plot summary. The story of Umberto D, humble retired civil servant,
and his dog - assuming we can still talk about it as a 'story' - is as much
in the moments when 'nothing happens' as in the dramatic sequences,
like his attempted suicide. De Sica devotes more than one reel to showing
us Umberto 0 in his room, closing the shutters, tidying a few things,
looking at his tonsils, going to bed, taking his temperature. So much film
for a sore throat - as much as for the suicide! And yet the sore throat does
play at least a small part in the story, whereas the most beautiful sequence
of the film, in which the little maid gets up, has - strictly speaking - no
dramatic resonance at all: the girl gets up, potters about in the kitchen,
chases away the ants, grinds the coffee ... and all these 'unimportant'
actions are recorded for us in strict temporal continuity. When I pointed
out to Zavattini that this last scene sustained unfailing interest while
Umberto 0 going to bed did not, he replied, 'You see that it is not the
aesthetic principle which is at issue, only the way it is used. The more
the scriptwriter turns his back on drama and spectacle, the more he intends
his story to conform to the living continuity of reality, the more the
choice of the minute events which form its texture becomes delicate and
problematic. If I bored you with Umberto's sore throat but moved you to
tears with my little heroine's coffee grinder, it only proves that in the
second case I knew how to choose what I didn't know how to imagine in
the first case.'
Certainly a patchy film, not as mentally satisfying as Bicycle Thieves,
Umberto D at least owes its failings to its ambitions. What is successful
about it is not only in the forefront of neo-realism but also at the most
daring point of the invisible avant-garde which we seek to defend.
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'Realism' is one of those words which should never be used without a
determining correlative. Does 'neo-', as applied to post-war Italian realist
cinema, fit the bill? Judged in terms of the more or less universal usage it
has acquired, the answer would have to be yes. But if, on the contrary,
we sift through the innumerable critiques to which it has been subjected,
even by artists themselves, and if we note that all those who use it do so
with some reservation in the form of brackets or circumlocutions (in short,
with a bad conscience), the temptation is to look for something to replace
it.
But does that 'something' have to be sought retrospectively, through a
process of elimination, in one of the movements classified by the 'history
of aesthetics', or in the future 'in the depths of the unknown where, alone,
the new is to be found'? Did neo-realism re-chart worlds already mapped
in detail, or did it strike out along its own path? In other words, should
the accent be on the 'realism' or on the 'ned?
Reality and the cinema
There is no doubt that film realism has its beginnings with Lumiere, a man
who never imagined his invention could be anything but an instrument for
reproducing the real world. But from the outset, the mere fact that he
positioned his camera in a particular spot, started or stopped filming at a
particular moment and recorded the world in black and white on a flat
surface was enough to establish an inevitable gap between the represen-
tation and the real.
The impossibility of bridging that gap is brought out again by the strange
phenomenon of Dziga Vertov. He realized that the high point of realism
in film was the documentary; hence the need to shoot outside the studio,
without actors or script. The ideal would have been to set a camera rolling
at some crossroads. But the question then is, would what emerged from
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such extreme limits of realism have been a film, an ceuvre? Or would it have
been a collection of moving photographs which constituted a document of
primary importance to the town planner or the sociologist, but of no great
interest for those concerned with art? Vertov realized that if photographs
of this kind were to be transformed into film, a particular rhythm had to
be imparted to them by the editing. Thereafter, his concern with that
aspect assumed such a role that he progressively lost interest in the indi-
vidual elements at his disposal, retaining merely a kind of finished
symphonic movement with a highly calculated tempo where the initial
subject was no longer important. Thus from the starting point of the
rawest kind of realism we are thrown back into abstract art. The dialectic
is significant and illustrative of the inevitable dead-end to which documen-
tary film, with its claim to passivity and its belief in its own impersonal
\ objectivity, leads.
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the first any naive direct route to the real in favour of a digression via
I truth, i.e. via art and reason. The artist takes an event and deliberately
\ reconstitutes it in order to give it verisimilitude. And because he knows
I that the 'forms' of his art must always pare down the real content, he
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akes care to heighten its features, either by making shadows darker still
black, intellectual verism, with all its play on the various shades of grey
or by intensifying light, which gives all the rose-tinted shades, from
deepest red to palest pink, from Gremillon to Cloche, via socialist realism.
Neo-realism and phenomenology
How should 'neo-realism' be put into perspective? Should it be seen as
simply a transformation of verism, or has it found an alternative way out
of the documentary's dialectical impasse? To avoid arguing in the abstract,
let us base the discussion on an extract which seems to all intents and
purposes specifically neo-realist - the final sequence of Germany, Year Zero.
This film has a number of dimensions: first, documentary, the state of
Germany after the war; then, psychological, social psychology that charts
the ill-effects of a Nazi education, plus the individual psychology of the
child. But this is where the originality begins, for the concern is in no
sense with child or adolescent psychology (the cinema has plenty of that
already). It is quite different, very precisely the concrete, all-embracing
depiction of the human attitude of a child in a given situation. No intro-
spection, no internal, nor very often even external dialogue, no play with
facial expression. Nor, however, is there any concern with psychology in
the behaviourist sense. We are well beyond psychology here and this has
nothing to do with a sequence of reflexes. Rather, the issue is a human
attitude in its totality, captured in a 'neutral' way by the camera. To
understand the completely original element in this process, it is necessary
only to grasp that at no point does the child give the impression of 'acting',
or of being an actor. It is impossible to say that he 'acts' his role well or
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badly. He is not part of the game in that sense, just as the viewer is not
involved in degrees of sympathy or antipathy. The child simply lives and
exists there before us, captured in his 'existence' by the camera. For
contrast, look at little Kucci in Quelque part en Europe, or the adolescent in
Les Dernieres Vacances, or Le Garfon sauvage; more often than not, they all
'act well', i.e. they give a superlative rendering of the feelings the film-
maker imagines they ought to experience. In the present instance, what
are the sentiments to which the child's attitude could correspond? Regret,
remorse, despair, stupor? None of the labels are satisfactory, any more
than their combinations, because here we are faced with the question of
all-embracing human attitudes or, let us say, an existential attitude. What
is at stake is the child's being as an entity; hence the child is not' acting' .
If the foregoing is accurate, we have passed beyond psychology and,
not surprisingly, ended somewhere in the area of ethics or metaphysics.
We do not have to turn Rossellini into a philosopher to get there. All he
has to be is a human being, depicting in its totality a human attitude.
What emerges is of necessity a total sense of existence, not in the form of
a thesis which the film is intended to demonstrate, or at least to illustrate
and which was therefore a necessary preliminary to the conceptualization
of the film, i.e. where essence preceded existence, to use a phrase which
is now commonplace. On the contrary, the 'meaning' here is an integral
part of the concrete attitude. Hence its ambiguity. Some see the economic
disorder of a decadent society crystallizing in a child and killing him;
others, the polarization of the absurd as a whole, everything 'rotten' in a
world where people are superfluous. Still others see evidence of a world
where God's great love can find no way through the sad and bloody play
of human passions, except in the shape of a figure kneeling over a dead
child. Rossellini makes no decisions. He puts the question. In the face of
an existential attitude, he proposes the mystery of existence.
It is clear what distinguishes this attitude from the verist and documen-
tary movements. This film's documentary element lays no claim to any
special passive 'objectivity'; its 'neutral' presentation is never cold or
impersonal. If reason and thesis play no part, there are always awareness
and involvement. Social polemic there is, but not propaganda. But above
all, the objective, subjective, social, etc., are never analysed as such; they
are taken as a factual whole in all its inchoate fullness, a bloc in time as
well as volume, and we are not spared a single second or gesture. Faced
with this entity, the attitude of the viewer has to change radically. To look
becomes an act because everything is called in question, answers are
demanded, action required. This is a summons to freedom. It is striking
to note how the film-maker places us face to face with a human event
taken in its totality, but refrains from fragmentation or analysis, simply
surveying it, describing it concretely and working in such a way that in
the midst of watching we lose the sense of spectacle and the awareness
of acting in the actors disappears. In other words, by giving primacy to
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existence over essence in all things, the method comes oddly close to what
the philosophers call phenomenological description.
This method has undoubtedly been interpreted with a range of nuances,
depending on the doctrines associated with it, but given that the artist,
who is not a professional thinker, may legitimately take a little distance
on things, there is no denying that Rossellini and a few others have tried,
like Husserl, to go zu den Sachen selbst, to things themselves, to ask what
they manifest through themselves.
There is, above all, their way of running an opposing course to that of
analysis, of putting an end to any compartmentalized view of man and
the world, ceasing to delve subtly into 'characters' and 'milieux', putting
all that between brackets and in a sense attempting a total apprehension
which is sequentially complete like existence in time, or like human events
in which the whole mystery of the Universe is co-present. In other words,
the mystery of being replaces clarity of construction.
Such a reversal of perspective, perhaps new for the cinema, was experi-
enced by other fields of art, and the novel in particular, well before
philosophers adopted the mode of expression and turned it into theory.1
Could it not be argued that both involve 'essays in a direct description
of experience as it is, without regard to its psychological genesis or the
causal explanations which the scientist, historian or sociologist may
provide', a kind of 'descriptive study of a set of phenomena as they
manifest themselves in time or space, as opposed to the fixed, abstract
laws governing such phenomena, the transcendental realities of which
they are a manifestation, or normative criticism of their legitimacy'? Now
this is precisely the definition given to phenomenology by Merleau-Ponty
on the one hand and, on the other, by Lalande's Vocabulaire de la philosophie.
Obviously, the applicability of the word 'study' is open to challenge. At
best, withdrawing it is basis enough for denying the works of Rossellini
or Dos Passos the character of research or philosophy, something they
never claimed; but perhaps it does not justify denying the aesthetic move-
ment they represent a more accurate title than that of 'neo-realism'.
Phenomenological realism, for instance. 2
Art in realism
Always supposing that what we are talking about is an aesthetic move-
ment. The rejection of 'style' inherent in phenomenological realism is
surely the expression of a determination to find a place outside the field
of art. But to avoid arguing in a vacuum, let us look at a particular work,
De Sica's Bicycle Thieves. Here we have a man in search of his bike who is
not just a man who loves his son, a worker desperately engaged in trying
to steal another bike, a man who, finally, represents the distress of the
proletariat reduced to stealing the tools of its trade. He is all that and a
ho.st of other things besides, indefinable, unanalysable, precisely because
pnmarily he is, and not in isolation, but surrounded by a bloc of reality
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which carries traces of the world - friends, church, German seminarians,
Rita Hayworth on a poster. And this is in no sense merely decor, it 'exists'
almost on the same level as he does.
A rejection of choice, therefore, but isn't choice what art is about? It is,
but the choice is essentially one of means. In this instance the means are
quite rigorous. The important thing is that the very realism of this work
can only come through the use of devices much more subtle and conscious
than anything attributed to the fullest kind of spontaneity. Phenomeno-
logical realism, like the method which inspires it but in a rather different
sense, is also the result of a kind of parenthesis, an 'encapsulation'.
Between brackets is the work, that fragment of the world which gives the
viewer precisely that sense of not being present at a spectacle, even a
realist spectacle. But outside the brackets there is the transcendent T
which is the auteur, the one who knows the full cost of the artistic effort
required to achieve the impression of reality and to give the audience the
sense that he, the auteur, has never set foot inside the brackets. Surely
infinite art is required to organize a narrative, construct a mise en scene,
direct actors, while giving the final impression that there are neither narra-
tive, mise en scene, nor actors involved. In other words, we are dealing
again with a second-stage realism, a synthesis of the documentary and
verist movements. With verism came the realization that the ideal of
primary realism could not be achieved by reproducing the real directly;
now came the rejection of the belief that the indirect approach had to take
the form of a stylization of the event. The perfect aesthetic illusion of
reality can only result from ascesis of the means in which there is ultimately
more art than in any of the various forms of expressionism or
constructivism.
First, ascesis of the script. The concern is no longer with a script that is
well-constructed according to some impeccable dramatic logic with subtle
psychological counterpoints. The question is not one of architecture but
of existence. If an artist merits the divine name of creator in any sphere,
it is here. And he is rarely alone. Italian scriptwriting teams are famous.
There has been an attempt to explain this away as a question of publicity,
but its roots lie deeper, in a sense of the infinite richness of life which one
man could never evoke successfully. Zavattini and De Sica worked for
months on the script of Bicycle Thieves in order to make people believe
there was no such thing.
The ascesis of the script is completed by ascesis of the mise en scene
and actors (admirably analysed by Andre Bazin in his article for Esprit,
November 1949
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for example, that the introduction and operation of a camera in the filming
I . of a street scene does not cause any obvious disruption and that the
worker and his son assume no more of a role than the bicycle. In phenom-
enological realism, art is therefore established within the very act by which
it seeks to destroy itself. But it is perfectly conscious of that and indeed
turns it into its claim to validity as art. The definition needs also to take
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account of the fact that everything is filmed in such a way as to produce
the dense texture of life which, to quote a thought that predates Sartre,
is the only true measure of beauty.
This is why the category of neo-realist films where the formal concerns
are clear (the best example of which is La terra trema) cannot be brought
in as an argument against the views just expressed. If they are taken as
authentically phenomenological, and I believe this is true for La terra trema
at least, they cannot be explained, like II Cristo proibito, solely in terms of
the conjunction between the neo-realist tendency and the great Italian
tradition of the grandiose, the operatic and the baroque. Even in these
films the beauty is less a function of their formal aspects than of the dense
texture of life in them. The very essence of their form is the tactile quality
of the subject matter, their ponderable human mass. Or to put it more
precisely, what needs to be acknowledged is the masterly conjunction of
the two elements, their genuine and deliberate reciprocity. It has been
said that a poster must not be too beautiful or the passer-by may never
get past the surface to the real point. This is not altogether so. Alongside
neutral form there is a place for a translucent art, an instrumental kind of
beauty which is plenitude and transparence at the same time. Like those
figures which can be seen in depth or relief at will, a Vermeer painting
can be a diligent lace-maker at her window or a skilful chromatic effect in
blue, silver-grey and very pale orange, radiating out from a pulpy, velvety,
almost fleshy surface. The same experience can come from Visconti's
genuine Sicilian fishermen. The glory (in almost the theological sense of
the word) he shrouds them in does not veil them but is what enables
them to be seen. I know that this is dangerous ground and that the
majority of other, similarly oriented films have remained trapped in their
self-indulgence, but at least in this case it is impossible to avoid seeing in
the formal shaping a kind of ontological humility which is to the deliberate
neutralism of Bicycle Thieves what mysticism is to asceticism. .
Human reality and its meaning
There are a number of aesthetic tendencies which may be opposed to
phenomenological realism, the most appropriate being the piece a these,
the drama with a message, or its more attenuated form, the piece a theme.
Their constant characteristic is a certain transcendence of the work which
takes the form of a particular, extrinsic end and entails a constant pursuit
of the ideal of unambiguous meaning in its simplest possible form. This,
even when the interpretation is subtle, is diametrically opposed to
phenomenological realism with its determination not to tamper with
nor to permeate them artificially with ideas and emotions. But the
all-mclusive nature of the event takes in both the spatio-temporal reality
a relation to human consciousness which is part of its essence and is
lts meaning' or 'sense'. Because it can only be deciphered by a conscious-
ness which is never rigidly directed to an external end, this 'sense' can
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always be interpreted and coloured by consciousness according to its Own
standards and theories, i.e. its own Weltanschauung, exactly like the real
world itself. The result is a fundamental ambiguity.
The condition, of course, is that the event has been allowed to conserve
its completeness. The slightest intrusion of any treatment whereby the
author tends to make his personal interpretation of the intrinsic meaning
explicit compromises the whole operation. We are back with the message.
This shows how far from phenomenological are those films which claim
to be as existentialist as Les Jeux sont faits or Les Mains sales. Sartre clearly
has a commitment in the themes (if not the message) he deals with, unlike
Kafka, whom he commended for engaging in a unified situation and
complete event. It is not just under the analysis of the critic that everything
breaks up into problems; in order to bring them to life, the author has to
be committed. To do otherwise it is probably necessary not to be a philos-
opher, but to have the genius of Zavattini ... or Pagliero.
Pagliero's film, Un Homme marche dans Ia ville, is in fact a notable illus-
tration of all that has just been said of phenomenological realism, and at
the same time it offers some valuable additional dimensions. This film too
describes in minute detail an all-embracing human situation and all the
events, large and small, it brings together. There are no main characters
for whom the rest are merely the supporting cast. They are all equally
present - the big Brazilian, the presumed murderer and the corner cafe
alike. Lives unfold side by side, sometimes enmesh, sometimes separate.
The end is not really an end; one is left with the sense that everything
could continue. And when the critic's eye extrapolates themes, these are
so much the flesh of things that making them explicit is immediately to
betray them. Since they are there, however, they need to be mentioned:
the problem of the misunderstanding - the so-called murderer is innocent;
the absurd - a man kills another by mistake because he takes the victim
for someone else; loneliness of the gregarious kind - not one authentic
communication passes between one person and another in love or hate
and love is no more than the contact of skins; the child who is de trap,
constantly pushed into the street, out of the way. The adults too suffer
the nausea of existence and are in part strangers to themselves. They are
aU beings-for-death; the worker with the 'ugly mug' or 'the face of an
undertaker', as he is often told, cannot find a job and ends up being
ridiculously killed. The woman who cannot find any kind of love and
gasses herself. The negro who dies of TB, killed by his working conditions.
'All men are mortal' and here no one dies of 'natural causes'. None of
these people escapes his situation and in the end there is a clear sense
that the boat pulling out to sea is not an escape to the 'Islands of the
Blessed', but that the true murderer and the supposed one are both
leaving for a new situation which will prove to be like the first. They are
temporarily 'reprieved' but will never manage to extricate themselves from
the situation which constantly coagulates around them.
And the formal element 'clings' strangely to these people. It can be
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summed up in a word: the film is 'flat'. The light has something hard and
lustreless about it, not atmospheric but brittle, angular and brutal. The
most gripping image, the wounded man on a stretcher ascending the
steep wall that dominates the quay, is an existential metaphor of
uncommon rigour and power - the 'wall' behind which there is only
nothingness and death. The wall is not there to 'symbolize' the facticit y4
of existence, it 'is' existence itself, freezing into facticity, becoming a thing
and taking on the cold permanence and blind hardness of things. There
is nothing here of Carne's mists of Le Havre or the radiant light of Italian
films, which each in their way evoke extra-human horizons .. It is the steel
screen which blots out these horizons, the wall which supports the closed
doors of the human prison in which we are condemned to freedom. The
total absence of music, the heavy, grating soundtrack, again underlines
this aspect and prevents any evocative effect.
Thus it is an existentialist or, more precisely, Sartrian meaning that
Pagliero makes us give the events he describes phenomenologically. But
because he does this with a quite different sense of the demands of the
work and a quite different respect for the concrete and for method, he
brings a complement to the preceding analyses which is valuable in quite
a different way from Sartre's own films. Since, without any obvious distor-
tion, he ends up impressing on the audience such a clearly directed vision
of the world and of man, it seems that Heidegger was right to oppose
Husserl in asserting that a description of existence always and necessarily
confirms the idea one has of it, since that idea is already an element, mode
and factor of existence itself. It was therefore possibly a little premature
to congratulate, as we just did, Rossellini, De Sica and Zavattini, for their
reserve and the freedom of interpretation they allowed the audience. If
their worlds seemed less marked by their vision, this was doubtless
because they still hesitated in the face of choice, or because their choice
was on quite a different level, up there where Gabriel Marcel's words
might possibly be verified: 'All existence which does not refer to the
transcendental degenerates into falsity and facticity.' It is therefore fruitless
to question Pagliero's captivating depictions, and enough simply to set
them at a different angle.
Phenomenological realism and the Catholic m,eaning of grace
This is perhaps what Cielo slllIa palude offers. Like all the other films of
the school, it constitutes a social, psychological and ethical entity. It can
be seen as simply a documentary on the Pontine Marshes, for the Goretti
family is presented as profoundly integrated with land, water and sky.
But gradually attention is focused on the mutual attitudes of Alessandro
and young Maria, without, however, causing any break with the rest of
the event. The whole of life on a farm on the Pontine Marshes continues
to unfold in parallel as Alessandro's attitude becomes more precise,
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revealing its true nature as an irresistible sexual obsession which culmi-
nates in several attempted rapes and finally the crime.
In the meantime the film shows us the girl's preparation for her first
communion, then the ceremony with its always slightly fussy details,
especially in countries where the old religious traditions survive. Neverthe-
less, the film does not conceal the sincerity and profound attention which
Maria brings to the act, any more than the empty formality which it
perhaps represents for some of her companions. After the crime, the
injured girl is taken care of in the hospital, where she dies. The crowd
sees her as a saint and prays.
These are the events as they are shown, with no pressure directing the
interpretations they should be given. If, on emerging from the cinema,
the viewer discovers that the girl was actually canonized, he may well
find that utterly absurd. His personal set of values did not have to change
for the events to hold his interest.
But for the believer, applying the religious interpretation to the intrinsic
meaning of these events presents no problems. The ambiguity itself is in
a sense a criterion of authenticity. The illusory area of external visions and
internal voices would be far more alarming. Here everything is so pro-
foundly marked by corporeality and so far from fantasy that it presents no
problems and there is no difficulty in recognizing the finger of God. Where
everything is susceptible of a natural explanation there is still room for a
transcendent reality within the natural development of determinations,
and indeed this is one of the characteristics of that transcendence itself.
In other words, the ambiguity is the mode of existence of the Mystery
which is the safeguard of freedom. Whatever the appearances to the
contrary, a Christian will have no difficulty in recognizing, from the
mystical point of view, a level and a quality which is at least equal if not
superior to the worlds created by Bresson.
For if the psychology in the proper sense is infinitely less elaborate, grace
is no more hidden and the ambiguities are not fundamentally greater; it
is in any case in the very nature of grace to be hidden and ambiguous
precisely because it is the human face of the transcendent Mystery of God.
Such, it seems to me, are the possibilities and the dangers of phenom-
enological realism in the area of religious expression. But the bigger danger
would certainly be to want to take greater care of God's interests than He
does himself by trying to direct events by force and constrain the audience
to read in them a meaning which is only accessible to those who discover
it freely.
The gamut of meanings accessible to phenomenological realism is thus
as broad as human reality itself. It rejects no a priori, provided these
meanings remain in the order of question rather than solution, for while,
like Jean Wahl, it knows that problems have a value in themselves, it
believes with Pascal that they can only be resolved by stepping outside
them and that the human prison is open to the sky.
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1 In the January 1948 issue of Esprit, Bazin noted that Italian realism was simply
the cinematic equivalent of the American novel, which led him to dispute the
influence of film on the novel noted by Claude-Edmonde Magny. Bazin
concluded that it was the cinema which was twenty years behind the times.
And indeed, it is a long time since painting, too, demanded an increasingly
active role of the spectator. It will also be recalled that Sartre in Qu' est-ce que La
litterature? attributed a special role to torture as creative of extreme situations in
order to explain the upheaval his generation was bringing to the technique of
the novel. In this context, one might raise the much criticized torture sequence
in the most famous of neo-realist films, Rome, Open City (1945). (Author's note.)
The essay to which Ayfre refers from Esprit, January 1948, is Bazin's 'An
Aesthetic of Reality: Neo-Realism (Cinematic Realism and the Italian School of
the Liberation)', translated in Bazin, What is Cinema? Vol. 2.
The reference to Magny is to her Age of the American Novel.
2 'Metaphysical naturalism' has been proposed (Gaetan Picon, La Table Ronde), or
problematicismo (Ugo Spirito, Bianco e Nero, July 1948), words which to me do not
seem to place enough stress on the connection with a philosophy of which
Breher was able to say (to Merleau-Ponty, Bulletin de La Societe Franfaise de
Philosoph ie, 1947) that it had to culminate in the novel or painting. Cinema did
not occur to him. Philosophers employing the phenomenological method would
be the last to protest against such a label; for them 'a narrated story may signify
the world with as much depth as a philosophical treatise' (Merleau-Ponty, The
Phenomenology of Perception, XVI). (Author's note.)
3 Translated as 'Bicycle Thief' in Bazin, op. cit.
4 Like the earlier de trap, facticite is used here in the Sartrian sense. For Sartre the
ontological and conceptual connections between freedom and facticity are crucial
and complex; briefly, facticity refers to all those 'givens' thrust upon the indi-
vidual such as gender, social and economic class, etc., where the only option
open is in the area of the attitudes taken to them. (Author's note.)
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26 Jacques Rivette: 'Letter on
Rossellini'
('Lettre sur Rossellini', Cahiers du Cinema
46, April 1955)
'Ordinance protects. Order reigns.'
You don't think much of Rossellini; you don't, so you tell me, like Viaggio
in Italia; and everything seems to be in order. But no; you are not assured
enough in your rejection not to sound out the opinion of Rossellinians.
They provoke you, worry you, as if you weren't quite easy in your mind
about your taste. What a curious attitude!
But enough of this bantering tone. Yes, I have a very special admiration
for Rossellini'S latest film (or rather, the latest to be released here). On what
grounds? Ah, that's where it gets more difficult. I cannot invoke exaltation,
emotion, joy: these are terms you will scarcely admit as evidence;
but at least you will, I trust, understand them. (If not, God help you.)
To gratify you, let us change the tone yet again. Mastery, freedom,
these are words you can accept; for what we have here is the film in which
Rossellini affirms his mastery most clearly, and, as in all art, through the
free exercise of his talents; I shall come back to this later. First I have
something to say which should be of greater concern to you: if there is a
modern cinema, this is it. But you still require evidence.
1 If I consider Rossellini to be the most modern of film-makers, it is not
without reason; nor is it through reason, either. It seems to me impossible
to see Viaggio in Italia without receiving direct evidence of the fact that the
film opens a breach, and that all cinema, on pain of death, must pass
through it. (Yes, that there is now no other hope of salvation for Our
miserable French cinema but a healthy transfusion of this young blood.)
This is, of course, only a personal impression. And I should like forthwith
to forestall a misunderstanding: for there are other films, other film-makers
doubtless no less great than this; though less, how shall I put it, exemplary.
I mean that having reached this point in their careers, their creation seems
to close in on itself; what they do is of importance for, and within the
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perspectives of, this creation. Here, undoubtedly, is the culmination of
art, no longer answerable to anyone but itself and, once the experimental
fumblings and explorations are past, discouraging disciples by isolating
the masters: their domain dies with them, along with the laws and the
methods current there. Renoir, Hawks, Lang belong here, of course, and
in a certain sense, Hitchcock. Le Carrosse d' or may inspire muddled copies,
but never a school; only presumption and ignorance make these copies
possible, and the real secrets are so well hidden within the series of
Chinese boxes that to unravel them would probably take as many years
as Renoir's career now stretches to; they merge with the various mutations
and developments undergone over thirty years by an exceptionally keen
and exacting creative intelligence. In its energy and dash, the work of
youth or early maturity remains a reflection of the movements of everyday
life; animated by a different current, it is shackled to time and can detach
itself only with difficulty. But the secret of Le Carrosse d'or is that of creation
and the problems, the trials, the gambles it subjects itself to in order to
perfect an object and give it the autonomy and the subtlety of an as yet
unexplored world. What example is there here, unless that of discreet,
patient work which finally effaces all traces of its passage? But what
could painters or musicians ever retain from the later works of Poussin or
Picasso, Mozart or Stravinsky - except a salutary despair.
There is reason to think that in a decade or so Rossellini too will attain
(and acclimatize himself to) this degree of purity; he has not reached it
yet - luckily, it may be said; there is still time to follow him before within
him in his tUrn eternity ... ,I while the man of action still lives in the
artist.
2 Modern, I said; after a few minutes watching Viaggio in Itaiia, for
instance, a name kept recurring in my mind which seems out of place
here: Matisse.
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Each image, each movement, confirmed for me the secret
affinity between the painter and the film-maker. This is Simpler to state
than to demonstrate; I mean to try, however, though I fear that my main
reasons may seem rather frivolous to you, and the rest obscure or specious.
All you need do, to start with, is look: note, throughout the first part, "
the predilection for large white surfaces, judiciously set off by a neat trait,
an almost decorative detail; if the house is new and absolutely modern in
appearance, this is of course because Rossellini is particularly attracted to
contemporary things, to the most recent forms of our environment and
customs; and also because it delifhts him visually. This may seem
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surpnsmg on the part of a realist (and even neo-realist); for heaven's sake,
why? .Matisse, in my book, is a realist too: the harmonious arrangement
o! flUId matter, the attraction of the white page pregnant with a single
SIgn, of virgin sands awaiting the invention of the precise trait, all this
suggests to me a more genuine realism than the overstatements, the
the pseudo-Russian conventionalism of Miracle in Milan; all
thIS, far from muffling the film-maker's voice, gives him a new, contem-
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porary tone that speaks to us through our freshest, most vital sensibility;
all this affects the modern man in us, and in fact bears witness to the
period as faithfully as the narrative does; all this in fact deals with the
honnete homme of 1953 or 1954; this, in fact, is the theme.
3 On the canvas, a spontaneous curve circumscribes, without ever pinning
down, the most brilliant of colours; a broken line, nevertheless unique,
encompasses matter that is miraculously alive, as though transferred intact
from its source. On the screen, a long parabola, pliant and precise, guides
and controls each sequence, then punctually closes again. Think of any
Rossellini film: each scene, each episode will recur in your memory not
as a succession of shots and compositions, a more or less harmonious
succession of more or less brilliant images, but as a vast melodic phrase,
a continuous arabesque, a single implacable line which leads people inel-
uctably towards the as yet unknown, embracing in its trajectory a palpitant
and definitive universe; whether it be a fragment from Paisa, a fioretto from
St Francis (Francesco, guillare di dio), a 'station' in Europa '51, or these films
in their entirety, the symphony in three movements of Germany, Year Zero,
the doggedly ascending scale of The Miracle or Stromboli (musical metaphors
come as spontaneously as visual ones) - the indefatigable eye of the
camera invariably assumes the role of the penCil, a temporal sketch is
perpetuated before our eyes (but rest assured, without attempts to instruct
us by using slow motion to analyse the Master's inspiration for our
benefit);3 we live through its progress until the final shading off, until it
loses itself in the continuance of time just as it had loomed out of the
whiteness of the canvas. For there are films which begin and end, which
have a beginning and an ending, which conduct a story through from its
initial premise until everything has been restored to peace and order,
and there have been deaths, a marriage or a revelation; there is Hawks,
Hitchcock, Murnau, Ray, Griffith. And there are the films quite unlike
this, which recede into time like rivers to the sea; and which offer us only
the most banal of closing images: rivers flowing, crowds, armies, shadows
passing, curtains falling in perpetuity, a girl dancing till the end of time;
there is Renoir and Rossellini. It is then up to us in silence, to prolong
this movement that has returned to secrecy, this hidden arc that has
buried itself beneath the earth again; we have not finished with it yet.
(Of course all this is arbitrary, and you are right: the first group prolong
themselves too, but not quite in thE way, it seems to me; they gratify
the mind, their eddies buoy us up, whereas the others burden us, weigh
us down. That is what I meant to say.)
And there are the films that rejoin time through a painfully maintained
immobility; that expend themselves without flinching in a perilous position
on summits that seem uninhabitable; such as The Miracle, Europa '51.
4 Is it too soon for such enthusiasms? A little too soon, I fear; so let us
return to earth and, since you wish it, talk of compositions: but this lack
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of balance, this divergence from the customary centres of gravity, this
apparent uncertainty which secretly shocks you so deeply, forgive me if
once again I see the hand of Matisse here, his asymmetrism, the magis-
terial 'falseness' in composition, tranquilly eccentric, which also shocks at
first glance and only subsequently reveals its secret equilibrium where
values are as important as the lines, and which gives to each canvas this
unobtrusive movement, just as here it yields at each moment this
controlled dynamism, this profound inclination of all elements, all arcs
and volumes at that instant, towards the new equilibrium, and in the
folloWing second of the new disequilibrium towards the next; and this
might be learnedly described as the art of succession in composition (or
rather, of successive composition) which, unlike all the static experiments
that have been stifling the cinema for thirty years, seems to me to stand
to reason as the only visual device legitimate for the film-maker.
5 I shall not labour the point further: any comparison soon becomes
irksome, and I fear that this one has already continued too long; in any
case, who will be convinced except those who see the point as soon as it
is stated? But allow me just one last remark - concerning the Trait: grace
and gaucheness indissolubly linked. Render tribute in either case to a
youthful grace, impetuous and stiff, clumsy and yet disconcertingly at
ease, that seems to me to be in the very nature of adolescence, the
awkward age, where the most overwhelming, the most effective gestures
seem to burst unexpectedly in this way from a body strained by an acute
sense of embarrassment. Matisse and Rossellini affirm the freedom of the
artist, but do not misunderstand me: a controlled, constructed freedom,
where the initial building finally disappears beneath the sketch.
For this trait must be added which will resume all the rest: the common
sense of the draft. A sketch more accurate, more detailed than any detail
and the most scrupulous design, a disposition of forces more accurate
than composition, these are the sort of miracles from which springs the
sovereign truth of the imagination, of the governing idea which only has
to put in an appearance to assume control, summarily outlined in broad
essential strokes, clumsy and hurried yet epitomizing twenty fully
rounded studies. For there is no doubt that these hurried films, improvised
out of very slender means and filmed in a turmoil that is often apparent
from the images, contain the only real portrait of our times; and these times
are a draft too. How could one fail suddenly to recognize, quintessentially
sketched, ill-composed, incomplete, the semblance of our daily existence?
These arbitrary groups, these absolutely theoretical collections of people
eaten away by lassitude and boredom, exactly as we know them to be, as
the, accusing image of our heteroclite, dissident, discordant
SOCIehes. Europa '51, Germany, Year Zero, and this film which might be
called Italy '53, just as Paisa was Italy '44, these are our mirror, scarcely
flattering to us; let us yet hope that these times, true in their turn like
these kindred films, will secretly orient themselves towards an inner order,
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towards a truth which will give them meaning and in the end justify so
much disorder and flurried confusion.
6 Ah, now there is cause for misgivings: the author is showing the cloven
hoof. I can hear the mutters already: coterie talk, fanaticism, intolerance.
But this famous freedom, and much-vaunted freedom of expression, but
more particularly the freedom to express everything of oneself, who carries
it further? To the point of immodesty, comes the answering cry; for the
strange thing is that people still complain, and precisely those people who
are loudest in their claims for freedom (to what end? the liberation of
man? I'll buy that, but from what chains? That man is free is what we are
taught in the catechism, and what Rossellini quite simply shows; and his
cynicism is the cynicism of great art). 'Viaggio in Italia is the Essays of
Montaigne/ our friend M. prettily says; this, it seems, is not a compliment;
permit me to think otherwise, and to wonder at the fact that our era,
which can no longer be shocked by anything, should pretend to be scan-
dalized because a film-maker dares to talk about himself without restraint;
it is true that Rossellini's films have more and more obviously become
amateur films; home movies; Joan of Arc at the Stake is not a cinematic
transposition of the celebrated oratorio, but simply a souvenir film of his
wife's performance in it just as The Human Voice was primarily the record
of a performance by Anna Magnani (the most curious thing is that Joan of
Arc at the Stake, like The Human Voice, is a real film, not in the least
theatrical in its appeal; but this would lead us into deep waters). Similarly,
Rossellini's episode in Siamo donne is simply the account of a day in Ingrid
Bergman's life; while Viaggio in Italia presents a transparent fable, and
George Sanders a face barely masking that of the film-maker himself (a
trifle tarnished, no doubt, but that is humility). Now he is no longer
filming just his ideas, as in Stromboli or Europa '51, but the most everyday
details of his life; this life, however, is 'exemplary' in the fullest sense that
Goethe implied: that everything in it is instructive, including the errors;
and the account of a busy afternoon in Mrs Rossellini's life is no more
frivolous in this context than the long description Eckermann gives us of
that beautiful day, on 1 May 1825, when he and Goethe practised archery
together. So there, then, you have this country, this city; but a privileged
country, an exceptional city, retaining intact innocence and faith, living
squarely in the eternal; a providential city; and here, by the same token, is
Rossellini's secret, which is to move with unremitting freedom, and one
single, simple motion, through manifest eternity: the world of the incar-
nation; but that Rossellini's genius is possible only within Christianity is
a point I shall not labour, since Maurice Scherer" has already argued it
better than I could ever hope to do, in a magazine: Cahiers du Cinema, if I
remember right.
7 Such freedom, absolute, inordinate whose extreme licence never
involves the sacrifice of inner rigour, is freedom won; or better yet, earned.
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This notion of earning is quite new, I fear, and astonishing even though
evident; so the next thing is, earned how? By virtue of meditation, of
exploring an idea or an inner harmony; by virtue of sowing this
predestined seed in the concrete world which is also the intellectual world
('which is the same as the spiritual world'); by virtue of persistence, which
then justifies any surrender to the hazards of creation, and even urges
our hapless creator to such surrender; once again the idea becomes flesh,
the work of art, the truth to come, becomes the very life of the artist, who
can thereafter no longer do anything that steers clear of this pole, this
magnetic point. And thereafter we too, I fear, can barely leave this inner
circle any more, this basic refrain that is reprised chorally: that the body
is the soul, the other is myself, the object is the truth and the message;
and now we are also trapped by this place where the passage from one
shot to the next is perpetual and infinitely reciprocal; where Matisse's
arabesques are not just invisibly linked to their hearth, do not merely
represent it, but are the fire itself.
8 This position offers strange rewards; but grant me another detour, which
like all detours will have the advantage of getting us more quickly to
where I want to take you. (It is becoming obvious anyway that I am not
trying to follow a coherent line of argument, but rather that I am bent
on repeating the same thing in different ways; affirming it on different
keyboards.) I have already spoken of Rossellini's eye, his look; I think I
even made a rather hasty comparison with Matisse's tenacious pencil; it
doesn't matter, one cannot stress the film-maker's eye too highly (and
who can doubt that this is where his genius primarily lies?), and above
all its Singularity. Ah, I'm not really talking about Kino-Eye, about docu-
mentary objectivity and all that jazz; I'd like to have you feel (with your
finger) more tangibly the powers of this look: which may not be the most
subtle, which is Renoir, or the most acute, which is Hitchcock, but is the
m?st active; and the point is not that it is concerned with some transfigur-
ation of appearances, like Welles, or their condensation, like Murnau, but
with their capture: a hunt for each and every moment, at each perilous
a corporeal quest (and therefore a spiritual cne; a quest for the
spmt by the body), an incessant movement of seizure and pursuit which
on the images some indefinable quality at once of triumph and
agItation: the very note, indeed, of conquest. (But perceive, I beg you,
wherein the difference lies here; this is not some pagan conquest, the
exploits of some infidel general; do you perceive the fraternal quality in
thls and what sort of conquest is implied, what it comprises of
humilIty, of charity?)
9 For 'I have made a discovery': there is a television aesthetic - don't
that isn't my discovery, of course - and what this aesthetic is (what
It beginning to be) I learned just recently from an article by Andre
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(definitely an excellent magazine). But this is what I realized: that Rossel-
lini's films, though film, are also subject to this direct aesthetic, with all it
comprises of gamble, tension, chance and providence (which in fact chiefly
explains the mystery of Joan of Arc at the Stake, where each shot change
seems to take the same risks, and induce the same anxiety, as each camera
change). So there we are, because of a film this time, ensconced in the
darkness, holding our breath, eyes riveted to the screen which is at last
granting us such privileges: spying on our neighbour with the most appal-
ling indiscretion, violating with impunity the physical intimacy of people
who are quite unaware of being exposed to our fascinated gaze; and in
consequence, to the imminent rape of their souls. But in just punishment,
we must instantly suffer the anguish of anticipating, of prejudging what
must come after; what weight time suddenly lends to each gesture; one
does not know what is going to happen, when, how; one has a present-
iment of the event, but without seeing it take shape; everything here
is fortuitous, instantly inevitable; even the sense of hereafter, within the
impassive web of duration. So, you say, the films of a voyeur? - or a seer.
10 Here we have a dangerous word, which has been made to mean a
good many silly things, and which I don't much like using; again you're
going to need a definition. But what else can one call this faculty of seeing
through beings and things to the soul or the ideal they carry within
them, this privilege of reaching through appearances to the doubles which
engender them? (Is Rossellini a Platonist? - Why not, after all he was
thinking of filming Socrates.
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Because as the screening went on, after an hour went by I wasn't
thinking of Matisse any more, I'm afraid, but of Goethe: the art of associ-
ating the idea with the substance first of all in the mind, of blending it
with its object by virtue of meditation; but he who speaks aloud of the
object, through it instantly names the idea. Several conditions are
necessary, of course: and not just this vital concentration, this intimate
mortification of reality, which arE; the artist's secret and to which we have
no access; and which are none of our business anyway. There is also the
precision in the prese:.1.tation of this object, secretly impregnated; the
lucidity and the candour (Goethe's celebrated 'objective description'). This
is not yet enough; this is where ordering comes into play, no, order itself
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the heart of creation, the creator's deslgn; what is modestly known in
professional terms as the construction (and which has nothing to do with
the assembling of shots currently in vogue; it obeys different laws); that
order, in other words, which, giving precedence to each appearance
according to merit, within the illusion that they are simply succeeding one
another, forces the mind to conceive another law than chance for their
judicious advent.
This is something narrative has known, in film or novel, since it grew
up. Novelists and film-makers of long standing, Stendhal and RenOir,
Hawks and Balzac, know how to make construction the secret element in
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their work. Yet the cinema turned its back on the essay (1 employ A. M.' S7
word), and repudiated its unfortunate guerrillas, Intolerance, La Regie du
jeu, Citizen Kane. There was The River, the first didactic poem: now there
is Viaggio in Italia which, with absolute lucidity, at last offers the cinema,
hitherto condemned to narrative, the possibility of the essay.
11 For over fifty years now the essay has been the very language of
modern art; it is freedom, concern, exploration, spontaneity; it has gradu-
ally - Gide, Proust, Valery, Chardonne, Audiberti - buried the novel
beneath it; since Manet and Degas it has reigned over painting, and gives
it its impassioned manner, the sense of pursuit and proximity. But do you
remember that rather appealing group some years ago which had chosen
some number or other as their objective and never stopped clamouring
for the 'liberation' of the cinema;8 don't worry, for once it had nothing to
do with the advancement of man; they simply wanted the Seventh Art to
enjoy a little of that more rarefied air in which its elders were flourishing;
a very proper feeling lay behind it all. It appears, however, that some of
the survivors don't care at all for Viaggio in Italia; this seems incredible.
For here is a film that comprises almost everything they prayed for: meta-
physical essay, confession, log-book, intimate journal- and they failed to
realize it. This is an edifying story, and I wanted to tell you the whole of
it. .
12 I can see only one reason for this; I fear I may be being malicious (but
maliciousness, it seems, is to today's taste): this is the unhealthy fear of
genius that holds sway this season. The fashion is for subtleties, refine-
ments, the sport of smart-set kings; Rossellini is not subtle but fantastically
simple. Literature is still the arbiter: anyone who can do a pastiche of
Moravia has genius; ecstasies are aroused by the daubings of a Soldati,
Wheeler, Fellini (we'll talk about Mr Zavattini another time); tiresome
repetitions and longueurs are set down as novelistic density or the sense
of time passing; dullness and drabness are the effect of psychological
subtlety. Rossellini falls into this swamp like a butterfly broken on the
reproving eyes are turned away from this importunate yokel. 9 And
m fact nothing could be less literary or novelistic; Rossellini does not care
much for narration, and still less for demonstration; what business has he
with the perfidies of argument3.t:on? Dialectic is a whore who sleeps with
all odds and ends of thought, and offers herself to any sophism; and
dialecticians are riff-raff. His heroes prove nothing, they act; for Francis
of Assisi, saintliness is not a beautiful thought. If it so happens that
Rossellini wants to defend an idea, he too has no other way to convince
us than to act, to create, to film; the thesis of Europa '51, absurd as each
new episode starts, overwhelms us five minutes later, and each sequence
is above all the mystery of the incarnation of this idea; we resist the
thematic development of the plot, but we capitulate before Bergman's
tears, before the evidence of her acts and of her suffering; in each scene the
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film-maker fulfils the theorist by multiplying him to the highest unknown
" quantity. But this time there is no longer the slightest impediment: Rossel-
lini does not demonstrate, he shows.
And we have seen: that everything in Italy has meaning, that all of Italy
is instructive and is part of a profound dogmatism, that there one suddenly
finds oneself in the domain of the spirit and the soul; all this may perhaps
not belong to the kingdom of pure truths, but it is certainly shown by the
film to be of the kingdom of perceptible truths, which are even more true.
There is no longer any question of symbols here, and we are already on
the road towards the great Christian allegory. Everything now seen by
this distraught woman, lost in the kingdom of grace, these statues, these
lovers, these pregnant women who form for her an omnipresent, haunting
cortege, and then those huddled corpses, those skulls, and finally those
banners, that procession for some almost barbaric cult, everything now
radiates a different light, everything reveals itself as something else; here,
visible to our eyes, are beauty, love, maternity, death, God.
13 All rather outmoded notions; yet there they are, visible; all you can do
is cover your eyes or kneel.
There is a moment in Mozart where the music suddenly seems to draw
inspiration only from itself, from an obsession with a pure chord, all the
rest being but approaches, successive explorations, and withdrawals from
this supreme position where time is abolished. All art may perhaps reach
fruition only through the transitory destruction of its means, and the
cinema is never more great than in certain moments that transcend and
abruptly suspend the drama: I am thinking of Lillian Gish feverishly
spinning round, of Jannings's extraordinary passivity, the marvellous
moments of tranquillity in The River, the night sequence in Tabu with its
slumbers and awakenings; of all those shots which the very greatest film-
makers can contrive at the heart of a Western, a thriller, a comedy, where
the genre is suddenly abolished as the hero briefly takes stock of himself
(and above all of those two confessions by Bergman and Anne Baxter,
those two long self-flashbacks by heroines who are the exact centre and
the kernel of Under Capricorn and I Confess). What am I getting at? This:
nothing in Rossellini better betokens the great film-maker than those vast
chords formed within his films by all the shots of eyes looking; whether
those of the small boy turned on the !'uins of Berlin, or Magnani's on the
mountain in The Miracle, or Bergman's on the Roman suburbs, the island
of Stromboli, and finally all of Italy (and each time the two shots, one of
the woman looking, then her vision; and sometimes the two merged); a
high note is suddenly attained which thereafter need only be held by
means of tiny modulations and constant returns to the dominant (do you
know Stravinsky's 1952 Cantata?); similarly the successive stanzas of St
Francis are woven together on the ground bass (readable at sight) of
charity. Or at the heart of the film is this moment when the characters
have touched bottom and are trying to find themselves without evident
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success; this vertiginous awareness of self that grips them, like the funda-
mental note's own delighted return to itself at the heart of a symphony.
Whence comes the greatness of Rome, Open City, of Paisa, if not from this
sudden repose in human beings, from these tranquil essays in confronting
the impossible fraternity, from this sudden lassitude which for a second
paralyses them in the very course of the action? Bergman's solitude is at
the heart of both Stromboli and Europa '51: vainly she veers, without
apparent progress; yet without knowing it she is advancing, through the
attrition of boredom and of time, which cannot resist so protracted an
effort, such a persistent concern with her moral decline, a lassitude so
unweary, so active and so impatient, which in the end will undoubtedly
surmount this wall of inertia and despair, this exile from the true king-
dom.
14 Rossellini's work 'isn't much fun'; it is deeply serious, even, and turns
its back on comedy; and I imagine that Rossellini would condemn laughter
with the same Catholic virulence as Baudelaire (and Catholicism isn't
much fun either, despite its worthy apostles - Dov'e la liberta? should make
very curious viewing from this point of view). What is it he never tires of
saying? That human beings are alone, and their solitude irreducible; that,
except by miracle or saintliness, our ignorance of others is complete; that
only a life in God, in his love and his sacraments, only the communion
of the saints can enable us to meet, to know, to possess another being
than ourselves alone; and that one can only know and possess oneself in
God. Through all these films human destinies trace separate curves, which
intersect only by accident; face to face, men and women remain wrapped
in themselves, pursuing their obsessive monologues; delineation of the
'concentration camp world'lO of men without God.
Rossellini, however, is not merely Christian, but Catholic; in other
words, carnal to the point of scandal; one recalls the outrage over The
Miracle; but Catholicism is by vocation a scandalous religion; the fact that
our body, like Christ's, also plays its part in the divine mystery is something
hardly to everyone's taste, and in this creed which makes the presence of
the flesh one of its dogmas, there is a concrete meaning, weighty, almost
s.ensual, to flesh and matter that is highly repugnant to chaste spirits: their
'mtellectual evolution' no longer permits them to participate in mysteries
as gross as this. In any case, Protestantism is more in fashion, especially
among sceptics and free-thinkers; here is a more intellectual religion, a
shade abstract, that instantly places the man for you: Huguenot ancestry
infallibly hints at a coat of arms. I am not likely to forget the disgusted
expressions with which, not so long ago, some spoke of Bergman's
weeping and snivelling in Stromboli. And it must be admitted that this
goes (Rossellini often does) to the limits of what is bearable, of what is
decently admissible, to the very brink of indelicacy. The direction of
Bergman here is totally conjugal, and based on an intimate knowledge
less of the actress than of the woman; we may also add that our little
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world of cinema finds it difficult - when the couple are not man and wife
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- to accept a notion of love like this, with nothing joyous or extravagant
about it, a conception so serious and genuinely carnal (let us not hesitate
to repeat the word) of a sentiment more usually disputed nowadays by
either eroticism or angelism; but leave it to the Dolmances
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among us to
take offence at the way it is presented (or even just its reflection, like a
watermark, on the face of the submissive wife), as though at some
obscenity quite foreign to their light, amusing - and so very modern -
fancies.
15 Enough of that; but do you now understand what this freedom is: the
freedom of the ardent soul, cradled by providence and grace which, never
abandoning it to its tribulations, save it from perils and errors and make
each trial redound to its glory. Rossellini has the eye of a modern, but
also the spirit; he is more modern than any of us; and Catholicism is still
as modern as anything.
You are weary of reading me; I am beginning to tire of writing to you,
or at least my hand is; I would have liked to tell you many more things.
One will suffice: the striking novelty of the acting, which here seems to
be abolished, gradually killed off by a higher necessity; all flourishes, all
glowing enthusiasms, all outbursts must yield to this intimate pressure
which forces them to efface themselves and pass on with the same humble
haste, as though in a hurry to finish and be done with it. This way of
draining actors must often infuriate them, but there are times when they
should be listened to, others when they should be silenced. If you want
my opinion, I think that this is what acting in the cinema tomorrow will
be like. Yet how we have loved the American comedies, and so many
little films whose charm lay almost entirely in the bubbling inventiveness
of their movements and attitudes, the spontaneous felicities of some actor,
the pretty poutings and fluttering eyelashes of a smart and saucy actress;
that one of the cinema's aims should be this delightful pursuit of move-
ment and gesture was true yesterday, and even true two minutes ago,
but after this film it may not be so any longer; the absence of studied
effects here is superior to any successful pursuit, the resignation more
beautiful than any glow of enthusiasm, the inspired simplicity loftier than
the most dazzling performance by any diva. This lassitude of demeanour,
this habit so deeply ingrained in every movement that the body no longer
vaunts them, but rather restrains them, keeps them within itself, this is
the only kind of acting we shall be able to take for a long time to come; after
this taste of pungency, all sweetness is but insipid and unremembered.
16 With the appearance of Viaggio in Itaiia, all films have suddenly aged
ten years; nothing is more pitiless than youth, than this unequivocal
intrusion by the modern cinema, in which we can at last recognize what
we were vaguely awaiting. With all due deference to recalcitrant spirits,
it is this that shocks or troubles them, that vindicates itself today, it is in
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this that truth lies in 1955. Here is our cinema, those of us who in our
turn are preparing to make films (did I tell you, it may be soon); as a start
I have already suggested something that intrigues you: is there to be a
Rossellini school? and what will its dogmas be? I don't know if there is a
school, but I do know there should be: first, to come to an understanding
about the meaning of the word 'realism', which is not some rather simple
scriptwriting technique, nor yet a style of mise en scene, but a state of mind:
that a straight line is the shortest distance between two points (judge your De
Sicas, Lattuadas and Viscontis by this yardstick). Second point: a fig for
the sceptics, the rational, the judicious; irony and sarcasm have had their
day; now it is time to love the cinema so much that one has little taste left
for what presently passes by that name, and wants to impose a more
exacting image of it. As you see, this hardly comprises a programme, but
it may be enough to give you the heart to begin.
This has been a very long letter. But the lonely should be forgiven: what
they write is like the love letter that goes astray. To my mind, anyway,
there is no more urgent topic today.
One word more: I began with a quotation from Peguy; here is another
in conclusion: 'Kantism has unsullied hands' (shake hands, Kant and Luther,
and you too, Jansen), 'but it has no hands'.
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Notes
Yours faithfully,
Jacques Rivette
1 The reference is to the first line of Mallarme's poem 'Le Tombeau d'Edgar Poe':
'Tel gu'en Lui-meme enfin l'eternite Ie change'. (Translator's note.)
2 Cf. Andre Bazin: 'An Aesthetic of Reality: Neo-Realism', in What is Cinema?
Vol. 2, p. 33.
3 Ibid.
4 Eric Rohmer (under his real name, Maurice Scherer): 'Genie du christianisme'
. (on Europa 51), Cahiers du Cinema 25, July 1953.
5 Andre Bazin: 'Pour contribuer a une erotologie de la Television', Calziers du
Cinema 42, December 1954.
6 Rossellini did, much later, make Socrates (1970).
7 Probably Andre Martin, a frequent contributor to Calliers at this time. (Trans-
lator's note.)
8 A reference to the 'Objectif 49' group; see 'Six Characters in Search of auteurs',
Ch. 2, note 4.
9 Rivette's original of this sentence reads: 'Rossellini tombe dans ce marecage
comme Ie pave de I' ours; on se detourne avec des moues reprobatrices de ce
paysan du Danube.' The bear and the Danube peasant are references to Fables
by La Fontaine. (Translator's note.)
10 The reference is to David Rousset's book, L'Ul1ivers c0l1centratiol111aire. (Trans-
lator's note.)
11 The adulterous affair between Rossellini and Bergman, which began during
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the shooting of Stromboli (1949), and their subsequent child, caused an enor-
mous press scandal which virtually exiled Bergman from Hollywood.
12 A character in De Sade's La Philosophie dans Ie boudoir. (Translator'S note.)
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(,La Terre du Miracle', Cahiers du Cinema
47, May 1955, written under his real name,
Maurice Scherer)
The term 'neo-realism' has become so debased that I would hesitate to
use it in relation to Viaggio in ltalia if Rossellini hadn't in fact claimed it
himself. He sees this film as embodying a 'neo-realism' that is purer and
deeper than in any of his earlier films. At least that was his comment to
one member of the audience at the Paris premiere. One can certainly talk
about evolution in the work of the author of Rome, Open City. If it is true
that the more recent films can only at a pinch be categorized along with
all the other Italian productions - including the films of Fellini, who is his
most long-standing collaborator and the closest to him in ideas - it is not
true that he has denied his old loves: he has just contented himself with
being out in front, condemning his rivals to staying safely where they are.
With each attempt he goes through the roof at such breakneck speed
that we don't even have time to adjust our instruments to measure his
performance.
The public reacts in a particular way to what is new. Let's take another
look at the accounts of the first exhibitions of the Impressionists or the
Fauves, the first performance of The Rite of Spring: we hear exclamations
like 'He can't paint', 'I could do as well myself', 'It's not painting, it's not
music, it's not cinema'. Just as the art students of the last century forged
a c?nvention of the 'posed', so there has emerged in the darkened audi-
tona a convention of the natural. As deliberately as Manet's refusal of
chiaroscuro, the author of Viaggio in ltalia scorns the easy choice - of a
cinematic language underlaid with fifty years of use. Before Rossellini
even the most inspired and original of film-makers would feel duty-bound
to use the legacy of his precursors. He was familiar with all the ways that,
by Some kind of conditioned reflex, particular emotional reactions could
be provoked in an audience - down to the smallest gesture or movement;
and he would play on those reflexes, not try to break them. He would
create art, a personal work, that is, but made out of a shared cinematic
substance. For Rossellini this substance does not exist. His actors do not
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behave like the actors in other films, except in the sense that their gestures
and attitudes are common to all human beings, but they urge us to look
for something else behind this behaviour, something other than what OUr
natural role as spectators would prompt us to recognize. The old relation-
ship between the sign and the idea is shattered: in its place there emerges
a new and disconcerting one.
Such is the elevated and brand-new conception of realism that we
discover here. It's not long since I praised Stromboli or Europa '51 for their
documentary aspects. But in its construction Viaggio in Italia is no closer
to the documentary than it is to the melodrama or the fictional romance.
Certainly no documentary camera could have recorded the experiences of
this English couple in this way, or, more to the point, in this spirit. Bear
in mind that even the most direct, least contrived scene is always inscribed
in the convention of editing, continuity and selection, and that convention
is denounced by the director with the same virulence as he displays in
his attack on suspense. His direction of the actors is exact, imperious, and
yet it is not at all 'acted'. The story is loose, free, full of breaks, and yet
nothing could be further from the amateur. I confess my incapacity to
define adequately the merits of a style so new that it defies ali. definition.
If only in its framing and its camera movements (where even the greatest
directors have achieved no innovations for a long time now) this film is
unlike any others. Through its magic alone it manages to endow the screen
with that third dimension so sought after for the last three years by the
best technicians on both sides of the Atlantic.
I am aware of a possible objection: 'Don't attribute to supreme skill What
may only be the accidental result of carelessness.' Certainly not! You don't
produce literature by pulling words out of a hat, and you don't create a
piece of real cinema as original as this just by wandering along the road
with an 8mm camera in your hand. It is strange how everything that lacks
order is like automatic writing. The greatest new eruptions can only come
out of the narrowest and least discernible crack. With a simple puff of her
cigarette on the slopes of Vesuvius, the heroine unleashes a thick clOud
of smoke - this is how Rossellini, master magician, more than tames his
material. He relies on its complicity as a musician performing in a cave
would turn the echo to his advantage.
I confess that as I watched the film my thoughts went off in directions
far from those of the plot itself, like someone who goes into the cinema
to kill time between appointments and, with his mind more on his OWn
concerns than those of the film, is surprised to discover himself trying to
read the time on a watch that one of the actors on the screen is wearing.
This kind of illusion is certainly not one that an actor would take pride in
creating. I admit that I was plunged into all kinds of absurd trains of
thought by things like the pattern of George Sanders's tweed jacket, how
old he must be, how much he's aged since Rebecca or All About Eve,
Ingrid Bergman's hairstyle, not to speak of the shape of the skulls in the
catacombs or new archaeological methods - for which a more sustained
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tempo in the plot wouldn't have allowed time. But I noticed that even
while my imagination seemed to wander, time and time again it forced
me back relentlessly to the very subject of the film. In this film in which
everything appears incidental, everything, even the craziest mental
digressions, is essentially a part of the film. This argument will be taken
for no more than it's worth. Before a work of this stature a plea of
extenuating circumstances is inappropriate.
Viaggio in Italia is the story of a couple's estrangement and their
subsequent reconciliation. A standard dramatic theme, and the theme also
of Sunrise. Rossellini and Murnau are the only two film-makers who have
made Nature the active element, the principal element in the story. Both,
because they reject the facility of the psychological style and scorn under-
statement or allusion, have had the remarkable privilege of conducting us
into the most secret regions of the soul. Secret? Let's make our meaning
clear: not the troubled zones of the libido, but the broad daylight of
consciousness. Because they refuse to illuminate the mechanics of choice,
both films safeguard its freedom all the better. Thus the soul is delivered
up to its own resources, and finds no higher purpose than in the recog-
nition of order in the world. Both these films are a drama with in fact
three characters; the third is God. But God does not have the same face
in both. In the first a 'pre-ordained harmony' governs at one and the same
time the movements of the soul and the vicissitudes of the cosmos: nature
and the heart of man beat with the same pulse. The second goes beyond
this order - whose magnificence it can equally reveal - and uncovers that
supreme disorder that is known as the miracle.
In the course of the interview that he gave to Cahiers last year,l Rossellini
talked about the 'sense of eternal life' and the 'presence of the miracle'
which had been revealed to him on the soil of Naples. These two phrases
are eloquent enough in themselves and will exempt me from lengthier
commentary. From the museum of Naples to the catacombs, from the
sulphur springs of Vesuvius to the ruins of Pompeii, we accompany the
heroine along the spiritual path that leads from the platitudes of the
on the fragility of man to the Christian idea of immortality. And
If the film succeeds - logically, you could say - through a miracle, it is
because that miracle was in the order of things whose order, in the end,
depends on a miracle. Such a philosophy is foreign to the art of our time.
The greatest works - even those most tinged with mysticism - seem to
find their inspiration in a quite opposite idea. They present a conception
of man as a deity - if not entirely God - which is an enormous temptation
to Our pride and has almost deadened us. There is alarm over the disap-
pearance of sacred art: what does it matter, if the cinema is taking over
from the cathedrals! I will go further: what makes Catholicism so great is
its extreme openness, its power infinitely to enrich itself. It is no ivy-
covered temple, but an edifice whose stones increase with every century
that goes by, while its unity remains unaltered. And not only through its
dogmas (I'm thinking of the recently proclaimed dogma of the Assump-
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tion), but through its capacity to renew itself in life and in art, it has more
and more contempt for the flimsy support of natural philosophy. By the
grace of its music perhaps a Bach mass can lead us closer to God than can
the majesty of the cathedrals. Is it the task of the cinema to bring into art
a notion whose great riches the whole of human genius had not yet known
how to uncover: the notion of the miracle?
Note
1 Eric Rohmer (under his real name, Maurice Scherer) and Truffaut:
'Entretien avec Roberto Rossellini', Cahiers du Cinema 37, July 1954; extracts from
this interview are translated in Ch. 28(i) below .
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28 Interviews with Roberto Rossellini
i 1954
(i) Eric Rohmer and FranQois Truffaut,
'Entretien avec Roberto Rossellini', Cahiers
du Cinema 37, July 1954 (extract);1 Rohmer
contributed under his real name, Maurice
Scherer
(ii) Fereydoun Hoveyda and Jacques
Rivette, 'Entretien avec Roberto Rossellini',
Cahiers du Cinema 94, April 1959 (extract)
The message contained in the recent films of Roberto Rossellini gave rise
to interpretations so diverse that a clarification by the director himself
seemed to be called for. The interview that he gave us rules out any mis-
understanding about the meaning of his work in moral terms. Will it win
Rossellini any more admirers? That is something we could not say. But his
detractors will no longer be able to accuse him of insincerity or incoherence.
One contributor to Cahiers, Jacques Rivette, wrote recently: 'On one side there
is the Italian cinema, and on the other the work of Roberto Rossellini. I What he
meant was that you keep yourself apart from the neo-realist movement, under
whose banner almost everyone of the Italian directors would group himself ..
Yes, from a particular kind of neo-realism. But what is meant by the word?
You know that there was a congress on neo-realism in Parma;2 we spent
a great deal of time discussing it and the term is still very vague. Most of
the time it's only a label. As far as I am concerned it is primarily a moral
position which gives a perspective on the world. It then becomes an
aesthetic position, but its basis is moral.
The consensus is that there is a break in your work that coincides with Stromboli.
That may be true. It's difficult to be objective about oneself. In my opinion
- not that I set that much store by it - there is no break at all. I think I
am the same human being looking at things in the same way. But one is
moved to take up other themes, interest is shifted somewhere else, you
have to take other paths; you cannOt go on shooting in ruined cities for
ever. Too often we make the mistake of letting ourselves be hypnotized
by a particular milieu, by the feel of a particular time. But life has changed,
the war is over, the cities have been rebuilt. It was the story of the
reconstruction that had to be told: perhaps I was not equal to it ...
That is the theme you take up in Germany, Year Zero and also in Europa '51.
In both these films is there not a pessimism that was totally absent in Rome,
Open City, but did come through in Paisa?
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I am not a pessimist: I think it's a kind of optimism to see the bad as well
as the good. I was reproached with having been presumptuous in Europa
'51; even the title shocked people. The way I meant it, it was very humble.
I wanted to say with great humility what I felt about our lives today. I am
a family man, so I have to be interested in everyday life. I've been just as
much reproached with having given no solution, but that is a sign of
humility. Anyway, if I were able to find a solution I wouldn't be making
films. I would be doing something else ...
And yet, when you propose a solution in Stromboli the critics look askance . ..
I haven't understood why, but it must be my fault, since I've failed to
7 convince other people.
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Personally, we find rather that the Christianity of the ending gives the work its
meaning.
You see it that way, but let me be the interviewer for a moment. For a
few years now, the general tendency in criticism has been, not hostility,
but a current of opposition to my later films. Is it because I handle subjects
that the cinema won't usually approach, or because I use a style that is
not cinematographic? It is not the usual language; I refuse effects, I 'feel
my way' in what I think is a very personal style.
Since we like your films and feel we understand them, it is almost as difficult for
us as it is for you to make sense of why some people don't like them. The
unfamiliarity of your style baffled many of our colleagues to begin with; the fact
is that some have had a change of heart. For instal1ce, many of those who didn't
like Europa '51 when they saw it in Venice changed their minds when the film
came out in Paris.
It's funny to re-read what the critics said about my early films. Rome, Open
City: 'Rossellini confuses art with reportage. The film is a piece of Grand
Guignol.' In Cannes, where it was screened one afternoon, nobody noticed
it; then, gradually, they began to take it seriously. They even overdid it.
I remember the terrible shock I had when Paisa came out. I really believed
in the film; it is one of the three I like best.4 The first Italian review I set
eyes on talked about 'the director's rotting brain' and went on in that
vein. I don't think it possible to say anything worse about a film than
what was said about Germany, Year Zero. Today it is referred to all the
time. I find this delay very difficult to understand.
To go back to your style, what can make it bewildering is the absence of what are
called 'cinema effects'. You don't emphasize the important 11'lOments, you are always
not just objective, but impassive. You give the impression that everything is on
the same scale, by some kind of deliberate intention.
I always try to be impassive. I find that whatever is astonishing, unusual
and moving in men, it is precisely that great actions and great deeds come
about in the same way, with the same resonance as normal everyday
occurrences. I try to relate both with the same humility: there is a Source
of dramatic interest in that.
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Interviews with Roberto Rossellini
And Viaggio in Italia?
That is a film r like very much. It was very important for me to show Italy,
that strange atmosphere which is mingled with a very real, very
lmmedlate, very deep feeling, the sense of eternal life. It is something
that has completely disappeared from the world. An astonishing thing
happened to Eduardo de Filippo. When he was writing his play Napoli
milionaria he would wander round Naples to gather material. One day he
heard that a Neapolitan family was putting on show a negro child that
had been born to them. He went to see the show; at the door the Neapo-
litan husband was making people pay five lire. They went in and saw his
wife, with the negro child in her arms. When de Filippo came out, since
he is well known in Naples, he was asked: 'Were you satisfied, did you
get a good look?' and de Filippo apparently replied: 'I'll tell you, you
bastard, aren't you ashamed to charge people five lire just to see how
your wife made a fool of you with a negro?' The fellow then took him to
one side and told him: 'Just between the two of us, we wash the child
every night!' It was a poor Neapolitan child! Since corruption existed,
corruption was in demand. It was a poor family that had to live. They
had made themselves fashionable!
That amazing innocence, that purity, that refusal to be contaminated,
that was the miraculous thing. Do you remember in Paisa? - I apologize
for referring to myself, but I see it as a line that is enormously important
- when the negro is falling asleep, the child tells him: 'Be not to
fall asleep or I'll steal your shoes.' The negro falls asleep and the kId steals
his shoes. It's fair, it's how things are done, it's this amazing game that
sets the boundaries of morality.
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What role does improvisation pLay in your films?
In theory, I shoot according to what is planned.; but I keep some
freedom for myself. I listen to the rhythm of the hIm. And that IS perhaps
what makes me obscure; I know how important it is to wait in order to
reach a certain point, so I don't describe the point, but the wait, and I
suddenly reach the conclusion. I really can't do it any differently, for when
you have the point, the core of the thing, if you set out to enlarge this
core, to put it in water, to expand it, it is no longer a core but something
which has no more shape, no more meaning or emotion.
I've received Claude Mauriac's book.
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The other evening I was reading
what he had written about Stromboli. He says that I've put some documen-
tary footage in the film, that was bought and edited in: like the tuna
fishing sequence. That episode is certainly not documentary film; what's
more, I shot it myself. I tried to reproduce that endless wait in the sun,
then that dreadfully tragic moment when they kill it: that death that
after a wonderfut shameless, lazy, I would say benevolent wait
In the sun. It was what was important, from the point of view of character.
Claude Mauriac is a very careful, intelligent man; what could make a critic
say such a thing? He should have got his information right to begin with.
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You have a repu tation for shooting withou t a script, and improvising all the
time . ..
That's partly a myth. I carry the 'continuity' of my films in my head; and
my pockets are full of notes too. Still, I must admit I have never really
understood the need to have a shooting script unless it's to reaSSure the
producers. What could be more absurd than the left-hand column: medium
shot [plan america in] - lateral travelling shot - pan and frame . .. ? It's a bit
like a novelist breaking down his book into sequences: on page 212, an
imperfect subjunctive, then a complement to an indirect object ... etc!
As for the right-hand column, that is the dialogue: I don't improvise it
systematically; it's written a long time in advance, and if I don't reveal it
until the last moment it's because I don't want the actor, or the actress
,
to be too familiar with it. I also manage to keep that control of the actor
by rehearsing very little and shooting fast, without too many takes. I have
to be sure of the 'freshness' of the actors. I shot Europa '51 in fortY-Six
days and with no more than 16,000 metres of film. For Stromboli the figure
was even lower; admittedly there were 102 shooting days but we were
confined to the island, handicapped by the unpredictability of the weather
and variations in the wind and sea that were too great. As far as the
fishing is concerned, we waited eight days for the tuna. In short, I don't
work any differently from my colleagues; I just dispense with the hypo-
crisy of the shooting script.
[. . .]
ii 1959
[ ... ] Throughout the screening of (India) we felt there was a deliberate decision
to minimize the story and its central message. Is it really deliberate?
Yes, and it's more than a decision - it's a constant endeavour. In his article
on Viaggio in Italia
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Rivette compared me to Matisse. That made quite an
impression on me, and I may say that I have become conscious of this
economy. For me it represents a new endeavour, but when I manage it,
then it is immeasurably exhilarating.
In your interview with Renoir and Bazin published in France-Observateur
7
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attacked montage.
Yes, montage is no longer necessary. Things are there - especially in this
film - why manipulate them? People who make films believe that the
cinema is always something of a miracle. You go into the projection rOom
and you see something on the screen; that's astonishing in itself. And
then, you can understand what the actors are saying. Even more aston-
ishing. The technical process is always amazing: not for me, but for a lot
of people. Well, it's the same thing with montage: it's a bit like the
magician's hat. You put all these techniques into it and bring
out a dove, a bunch of flowers, a carafe of water ... you gIve It a stir
and again you bring out a carafe of water, a dove, etc .... Taken in this
sense at any rate, montage is something I am averse to and that I think
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no longer necessary. I mean montage in the classical sense, the kind you
learn as an art at IDHEC.8 It was probably necessary in silent films. A
Stroheim film couldn't exist without montage. Stroheim would tryout ten
solutions to see which was the most effective. At that time it was a
question of constituting a genuine cinematic language, language in the
sense of a vehicle, not a poetic language.
Nowadays that's no longer necessary. Of course there is an element of
'montage' in my film; it's a matter of making good use of the elements,
but not a matter of language.
In the silent period what went on film had very little reality in itself. Reality was
recaptured through montage.
And what is also important is that the camera today has become
completely mobile. In the silent period it was totally immobile. In the early
days using tracking shots was considered a piece of madness.
So your montage is not subordinate to any preconceived idea?
None at all. I have no fixed plan. What I do have, rather, is a particular
speed of observation, and I work according to what I see. I always know
that if the eye is drawn to see certain things, then they are the things
that matter. I don't philosophize about it ... No, really, I don't have
conventional continuity in mind. I always shoot things in movement. I
couldn't care less about whether I get to the end of the movement so as
to fit in with the next shot. When I have shown what matters, I cut: that's
enough. It is much more important to bring together what is in the image.
If you look at my editing with the eye of a film-maker, I can well under-
stand that it might jar, but I think there is no reason why you should look
at it with the eye of a film-maker.
Andre Bazin mistrusted editing tricks. He used to say that you had to show both
the man and the tiger in the same shot. Your film shows them separately.
If you want to make the story more credible, logically it is better to show
them both in the same shot. But if it is credible through other means, I
don't see why one should have to use a particular technique. It all depends
what you want to do. I don't want to put on a spectacle. From Bazin's own
point of view he was quite right. If you want to create some excitement, the
excitement is of course stronger if you show the man and the tiger at the
same time. But this story of mine has no need of excitement. You will
remember how the episode begins: a long tracking shot in the jungle while
all the time you hear the love-call of the tigers. Perhaps there wasn't even
any need to see the tigers. I show them to give some emphasis.
I don't make calculations. I know what I want to say and I find the
most direct way of saying it. That's all - I don't agonize over it. If it is
said, the way it is said hardly matters to me. You assure me that my film
gives the impression of a choice made in advance. No, things are not
'chosen', but the ideas are solid. Some kind of choice has doubtless been
made, but about the idea. What matters are the ideas, not the images.
You only have to have very clear ideas and you find the image that most
directly expresses them.
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That is essentially your article of faith as a film-maker. "
Yes, there are a thousand other ways of expressing ideas besldes film; like
writing, if I were a writer. The only advantage of film is that you can
include ten different things at the same time in one frame. You don't have
to be analytical on film - while at the same time you are.
Then can we put to lfOU the other side of the questi011 we asked earlier? Why not
just a documentary, '1 ike Flaherty?
What mattered to me was man. I have tried to express the soul, the
light that is inside these men, their reality in its absolute intimacy and
uniqueness, attached to an individual with all the meaning of the things
that are around him. For the things that are around him have a meaning,
since there is someone who looks at them, or at least this meaning becomes
unique by virtue of someone looking at them: the hero of each episode
who is also the narrator. If I had made a strict documentary I would have
had to forsake what went on inside, in the hearts of these men. And
besides, to push documentary to its limits, I think it was also necessary
to look at the hearts of these men.
That is, in short, a return to early neo-realism?
Yes, that's right.
But can we ask you yet again, why India? Do you think that what you did in
India could be done just as well in Brazil, and even in France or Italy?
Yes. I ought even to tell you that my whole Indian project was for me a
kind of study for a project on a bigger scale that I have already started.
I think that every cultural medium has become sterile because of the
fact that the search for man as he really is has been completely abandoned.
We are now being given stereotyped men, ersatz feelings, of love, death,
sexuality, morality. We deal with false problems, because we live
in a civilization whose banner is optimism. Everything is going
flOe ... except for a few little things. That's how pseudo-problems have
been constructed. For example - and this is one of the cliches that irritate
me most - the youth problem. Youth has always been and will always be
a problem. It is not a problem specific to this century.
[ ... ]
So today they set up pseudo-problems as the target and forget the real
problems of mankind. And what are the real problems? First, we have to
get to know human beings as they really are, we have to begin with an
act of deep humility and try to get close to men, see them as they are
with objectivity, without rreconceptions, without moral arguments, ai
least to begin with. Personallv I have a very deep respect for human
beings. The most dreadful man is still worth)' of respect. What matters
is to discover the reasons why he is dreadful. I don't let myself make
condemn a tions. .
With the world now shrunk so small, we go on not knowing one another
at all. We don't know our neighbours, we don't know the people on the
Left don't know the Swiss! Today, when we live on top of one
another, It IS extremely important that we start getting to know one
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another, because it is only from the basis of a very deep knowledge of
men, and through truly analysing them, without any prejudice, without
wanting to prove anything, from that tenderness and affection that can
be kindled towards another individual, that we shall perhaps find a
solution to the problems that present themselves now, and which, even
technically, are different from those that arose before our time.
Perhaps that takes us a bit off the point, but 1 want to say what my
moral concerns are. Abstract art has become official art. 1 can understand
an abstract artist, but 1 cannot understand how abstract art can have
become official art, since it is genuinely the least intelligible kind of art.
Phenomena like that don't come about for no reason. The reason? It's the
attempt to forget man as much as possible. In modern society and
throughout the world, except probably in Asia, man has become a cog in
a huge, monstrous machine.
He has become a slave. And the entire history of mankind consists of
passages from slavery to freedom. There has always been a point where
slavery prevailed, and then freedom got the upper hand again - very
seldom, or for very short periods, since liberty had hardly been achieved
when slavery was again established. In the modern world a new slavery
has been created - the slavery of ideas. And it's being done by every
means available, from the detective story to the radio, the cinema, etc.
Also through the fact that techniques are so highly developed and that
the knowledge possible at any deep level, in a restricted area, if it is to be
effective in social terms, prevents man from having other areas of knowl-
edge. I don't remember who it was said: 'We live in the century of vertical
invasion by the Barbarians.' In other words, we have an extreme deep-
ening of knowledge in one direction and enormous ignorance in any other.
Since I have been making films, I have heard people say that films have
to be made for an audience with the average mental age of a child of
twelve. It is true that the cinema (I am speaking in general), like the radio,
television, or any form of mass entertainment, brings about a kind of
cretinization in adults, and, on the other hand, immensely speeds up the
development of children. That's the source of the lack of equilibrium to
be seen in the modern world: it comes from the impossibility of under-
standing one another.
[ ... ]
Well, what is there to stop us from making the effort to go and see men
everywhere, to start to tell others abollt them, show that the world is full
of friends - not full of enemies, even if some are enemies. The tiger,
suddenly, by some accident, becomes a man-eater. But he is not one by
nature. Cars too are man-eaters, since every day fifteen people die on the
roads of France. Yet you cannot hate the car because there are accidents.
Well now, what about the cinema? What function can it have? The
function of putting mankind face to face with things and realities as they
are, and making other men and other problems known to them.
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The project I am talking about has to be advanced in every possible
way. My endeavour may be ridiculous, futile, unsuccessful, but at any
rate I've started making programmes for television.
9
Through television,
I was able not only to provide the image, but to say and explain particular
things. In that way I have tried to add to the knowledge of a world which
is very close to us, and yet numbers four hundred million people. Four
hundred million people, that's quite a lot. It's a sixth of the human race,
and we ought to know it.
Perhaps my television programme will be able to help people under-
stand my film. The film is less technical, less documentary, less explana-
tory, less didactic, and since it perceives a country through emotions
rather than through statistics, it doubtless offers the possibility of an even
greater insight. That I think, is what is important, and what I intend to
do in the future. That is why, with some friends, I have tried to initiate
, . a similar project in France.
Do you want to shoot those films yourself?
Most of all I want to get them made. Starting off with the research and
the documentation, and then going on to the dramatic themes, but in
order to represent things as they are, to remain on the terrain of honesty.
Yes, the cinema has to teach men to know, and to recognize, one another,
instead of continuing to tell the same old story. It's all variations on the
same theme. Everything there is to know about robbery we know. We
know everything there is to know about hold-ups. Everything there is to
know about sex: not as it really is, of course, but we do know all its
surrounding areas. But what does death mean now? What does life mean?
What does pain mean? Everything has lost its real meaning. I repeat, We
need to try and see things again as they are, not in some plastic form, but
in real substance. There is no doubt that that's the solution. Then, perhaps,
we shall be able to begin to have a sense of direction.
Notes
1 An additional extract from this interview, concerning the origins of Europa '51,
is translated in Don Ranvaud, Roberto Rossellini, London, British Film Institute
,
1981, p. 15.
2 The congress, held in December 1953, was fully reported in Cahiers in articles
by Jean-Louis Tallenay and Jules Gritti, Cahiers du Cinema 41, December 1954.
3 Rossellini expanded on his response to the attacks on Stromboli in part III of
three articles on his own work published later in Cahiers: 'Dix ans de cinema' I,
Cahiers du Cinema 50, August-September 1955; II, Cahiers du Cinema 52, November
1955; III, Calliers du Cinema 55, January 1956; translated in David Overbey,
Springtime in Italy: A Reader on Neo-Realism, London, Talisman, 1978, with the
passages on Stromboli, pp. 104-10, partially reprinted in Ranvaud, op. cit.
4 The other two being St Francis (Francesco, giullare di dio) and Europa '51. (Inter-
viewers' note.)
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5 Claude Mauriac, L'Amour du cinema, Paris, Editions Albin Michel, 1954, pp.
108-13.
6 Jacques Rivette, 'Letter on Rossellini', Ch. 26 above.
7 Translated (slightly abridged) as 'Cinema and Television: Jean Renoir and
Roberto Rossellini interviewed by Andre Bazin', Sight and Sound, vol. 28, no. 1,
Winter 1958-9, pp. 26-30.
8 L'Institut des Hautes Etudes Cinematographiques: see Introduction, note 69. Cf.
Fran.;;:ois Truffaut's review of Juvel1ile Passiml, Cahiers du Cinema 83, May 1958,
translated in Truffaut, Films irl My Life, p. 247.
9 Rossellini had already made a series of films on India, L'India vista da Rossellilli,
for Italian television; between 1964 and his death in 1977 almost all Rossellini's
films were made for Italian and/or French television; for details, see Ranvaud,
op. cit., pp.
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Part Four
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Criticism
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I ntrod uction
For most of its history, Cahiers has been nothing if not polemical. Most of
the material collected in this volume must be considered explicitly or
implicitly polemical, often passionate, arguments for one kind of film, or
one conception of cinema, as opposed to another, and one of the clearest
consistencies over the nine years of articles printed in this volume is the
writers' pleasure in delighting and outraging their readers (although
Bazin's earnest seriousness sometimes gets the better of him and comes
out as moderation). But we should not let the evident love of polemic
obscure the fact that serious tasks were being undertaken: upsetting estab-
lished values, re-writing film history, re-thinking popular, commercial
cinema. Although many of the articles presented in other sections of this
volume would have justified space under 'Polemics' (and similarly most
of the pieces here could appear in other sections - Domarchi's and Bazin's
lengthy articles, for example, relate primarily to American cinema), all the
articles in this section do, nevertheless, seek both to argue vividly, and to
generalize, about the specific nature of cinema, about critical responsibility,
about the relationship of cinema to social reality. In so doing they all need
to begin to elaborate 'theory' (that is, a general conceptual context within
which to make sense of the particular concrete instance) and to consider
the 'specificity' of cinema - in short, to consider (to take the title of Bazin's
collected texts) 'What is cinema?' Presented and introduced separately are
three short articles about CinemaScope, intended as a small case study in
polemic.
Pierre Kast occupied a Marxist, anti-clerical position considerably to the
of most Cahiers opinion, and his early article 'Flattering the Fuzz' is
wntten very much from a position of hostility to the status quo in both
SOciety and film industry. Although Truffaut and others would have
shared Kast's views about the film industry, Kast's views about, for
example, French colonialism were by no means generally shared at Cahiers,
which proved not very active in opposition to the Algerian war. Kast
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argues that in the cinema 'good will on its own is more often than not
totally useless' and that the system or institution of cinema (its 'apparatus' I
as Brecht put it in relation to theatre
1
) and its conventions work to ratify
'the state of the world as it is'. Given the political-economic situation of
cinema, Kast argues for the greater scope for radical social critique
indirectly, through the use of the 'parable' mode, rather than well-inten-
tioned, socially conscious, but necessarily hopelessly compromised 'leftist'
or 'liberal' films. A number of points here link Kast to more general
Cahiers positions - particularly his perception of the possibilities in American
cinema (recalling in particular Rohmer on violence and morality2) as
opposed to the closed nature of French cinema,3 and his polemic against the
well-intentioned.
4
At the same time Kast's political clarity and ideological
sophistication might have recommended him to Positif, Cahiers' rival
journal and much more committed to left-liberal politics. If he continued
to write for Cahiers, then this can be explained partly by Positif's continuing
greater commitment to both 'good intentions' and the possibilities for
'personal' expression within cinema.
Although Kast may have been in many ways isolated at this time, the
position he sketches out here was very important and significantly informs
a lot of later Cahiers work (which, however, by not following Kast's political
line or commitments, effectively depoliticized Kast's thesis). The process
of 'reading' which Kast implies, which may sound banal today, was not
so banal at the time. Nor, indeed, ten years later, when the positions
adopted by Sight and Sound
5
implied a refusal to read American cinema in
this way, and even as intelligent (and Marxist-schooled) a critic as Geoffrey
Nowell-Smith could drive himself into considerable confusions and contor-
tions trying to cope with this problem.
6
Twenty years later the concept of
'reading' (lecture) - a necessary process of ideological decipherment below
a surface 'naturalized' by visual pleasure and narrative flow - now
thoroughly 'laundered' and theorized in Marxist terms, becomes Cahiers'
major strategy.7
Taken together, Kast's article and Jean Domarchi's 'Knife in the WOund'
provide clear enough evidence that there was an awareness of Marxism
at Cahiers well before 1968. Where Kast represented an actively MarXist
position very often in conflict with other Cahiers writers and editors,s
Domarchi, a professor of philosophy, wrote from a more detached position
well founded in Hegelian philosophy (though his article is also firmly
grounded in the time of its writing: 1956, the anti-Stalinist 'thaw', KhrUsh-
chev, crisis in the French Communist Party). Domarchi's thesis can be
considered, nevertheless, within the same broad perspective as Kast's in
the sense that both pose themselves against well-intentioned cinema with
'social content' - a cinema often treated with indulgence by 'Stalinists' and
liberals alike and in favour of the less direct but more radical critique they
perceive in some Hollywood cinema, and both therefore raise (without
resolving) questions about decipherment, about audience readings.
Undoubtedly, Domarchi, in his concern with the dialectical nature of art
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and its symbolic reproduction of contradictions, with 'the mediatiol1s
through which one passes from the real world (defined by particular
relations of production and/or a particlllar condition of the forces of
production) into the imaginary world of the novelist, painter or film-
maker', anticipates post-1968 Cahiers concerns more emphatically and
theoretically than Kast. But the examples which both Kast and Domarchi
d.iscuss would fall clearly into the category of 'films which seem at
s1ght to belong firmly within the ideology and to be completely under Its
sway, but which turn out to be so only in an ambiguous way' in the
classification established by Jean-Louis Comolli and Jean Narboni in their
'Cinema/Ideology/Criticism' editorial in 1969.
9
Domarchi's article, and the position it expresses, was precisely the kind
of thing likely to be dismissed as extremist, intellectually pretentious or
just plain nutty by the Anglo-Saxon critical establishment of the time -
and, of course, precisely the kind of thing likely to excite those enervated
by English empiricism and' good taste'. However, as Bazin's article on the
politique des auteurs makes clear, there were strong voices within Cahicrs
(although Bazin became increasingly isolated in some of his positions)
arguing against views like Domarchi's and, in its broader thrust, 'extreme'
authorship positions. Bazin had engaged in the authorship battle before,1O
'clarifying' Cahiers' editorial position following a special issue on Hitch-
cock
ll
and the 'fuss' it had caused. There Bazin argued both a different
view than the 'young Turks' (Rohmer, Truffaut, Rivette, Chabrol, all of
whom were now regular contributors but none of whom was on the
group) about Hollywood cinema in general, regretting its 'ideo-
logIcal sterilization', 12 and a broad agreement with the value they placed
on mise en scene as 'to a large extent the very stuff of the film, an organiz-
ation of beings and things which is its own meaning unto itself - moral
meaning as well as the aesthetic'. 11 Though in this important later article
Bazin continued a broad sympathy with the allteur principle, he also
continued to insist upon a different perspective which makes it difficult
to place him unproblematically alongside Truffaut and Rivette (which
Edward Buscombe tends to do, despite seeing the differences
14
). It may
be that Bazin's sympathies prevent him from following through the impli-
cations he undoubtedly perceived in the crurier auteur positions. Neither
Bazin's clarity about the developrnent of i.1inci.eenth-century Romanticism
(:there can be no definitive criticism vf genius or talent which does not
Irst take into consideration the social determinism, the historical combi-
nation of circumstances, and the technical background which to a large
extent determine it') nor his insistence on cinema 'as an art which is both
and industrial' find much support in most Cahiers writing at this
Bazin was, for example, one of the few important Cahiers critics to
wnte intelligently about genre. Indeed, any real sense of social determi-
nants on cinema was to become progressively lost in CaJriers over the
few years.
IS
In many ways, Bazin's different perspectives were more
Important for developments outside Calliers and outside France: his
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comments about the 'vitality' of the Hollywood tradition look forward, for
example, to Robin Wood's work on Hawks,I6 and Anglo-Saxon work on
genre
l
? owes a good deal to Bazin's tenacious commitment to the concept.
Bazin's increasing isolation in the two years before his death in
November 1958 is dramatized vividly in his response to Luc Moullet's
comment on Kurosawa's Living, and in Rivette's indirect rejoinder on
Mizoguchi's Ugetsu Monogatari. The tension developing in 1957-8 and
coming out into the open in 1958-9 - evident in these short exchanges,
and also in Mouller s article on Fuller
l8
- was basically between Bazin's
commitment to a mise en scene at the service of liberal-humanist subject
matter and treatment1
9
and an opposing tendency interested not at all in
liberal-humanist good intentions and concerned only with mise en scene as
the essence of cinema. Rivette's article seeks, rather imperiously, to put
an end to the Moullet-Bazin argument (generally as well as specifically) in
entirely predictable terms which minimize (without absolutely rejecting)2O
Bazin's consistent emphasis on context and tradition, and value Mizoguchi
as a 'personal genius' communicating through the universal language of
mise en scene. Imposing 'the sense of a specific language and world, answer-
able only to him', Mizoguchi is taken to create a world which is universal
because individual - and one which, one might add, in its movement
towards 'reconciliation', as Rivette puts it, is noticeably similar ideologi-
cally to the thematic 'world' of Cahiers' other favoured auteurs.
Taken to further 'extremes', the enshrinement of mise en scene - usually
as felicities of directorial invention within mainstream American cinema,
audacities within classicism, as it were - threw up the distinctly illiberal,
anti-humanist 'MacMahonist' tendency (so called after the Paris cinema
which specialized in showing popular American cinema) and the
'notorious' figure of Michel Mourlet. Less than a year after Bazin's death,
Cahiers (then edited by Jacques Doniol-Valcroze and Eric Rohmer)
published its first major article by Mourlet with an editorial note dissoci-
ating Cahiers from the article's 'extreme' position and, extraordinarily,
printing the whole article in italics! Justly notorious, the article (whose
main points of reference were Losey, Fuller, Lang, Walsh, Cottafavi,
Pre minger, Don Weis), contained material such as this:
The curtains open. The house goes dark. A rectangle of light presently vibrates
before our eyes. Soon it is invaded by gestures and sounds. Here we are
absorbed by that unreal space and time. More or less absorbed. The mysterious
energy which sustains with varying felicities the swirl of shadow and light
and their foam of sounds is called mise en scene. It is on mise en scene that our
attention is set, which organizes a universe, which covers the screen - mise
en scene, and nothing else. Like the shimmer of the notes of a piano piece.
Like the flow of words of a poem. Like the harmonies and discords of the
colours of a painting. From a subject, from a story, from 'themes', and even
from the final draft of the script, there spurts forth a world of which the least
one can ask is that it does not render vain the effort which gave it birth. The
placing of the actors and the objects, their displacements within the frame,
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should express everything, as one sees in the supreme perfection of the two
latest Fritz Lang films, The Tiger of Eschnapur and The Indian Tomb.
21
Bazin's increasing critical isolation should not obscure the extent to
which his earlier work on realism had become Cahiers orthodoxy. 22 Bazin's
assumptions about the nature of film, his thinking about transparency and
narrative, are present in some force in formulations such as Alexandre
Astruc's 'the cinema assumes a certain trust in the world just as it is' in
his essay 'What is mise en scene?'. The question of the specificity of cinema,
around the idea of mise ell scene, had exercised Cahiers for a long time:
Rivette, for example, asks himself the same question in his 1954 article on
Angel FaceD (and answers it - 'What is cinema, if not the play of actor and
actress, of hero and set, of word and face, of hand and object?'). Some of
this concern had stemmed from earlier work by Astruc himself, whose
celebrated 1948 article, 'The Birth of a New Avant-Garde: fa Camera stylo',24
had argued that 'the fundamental problem of the cinema is how to express
thought' and abstraction, proposing mise en scene as the means for their
expression, and vitally influencing work in both the Revue du Cinema and
Cahiers. Extending the earlier article, which had wanted film to be an
'artistic' medium (that is, subject to individual artistic control and 'as
flexible and subtle as written language'), 'What is mise en scene?' is
concerned primarily to draw distinctions between film and novel,
fOcusing, again, on mise en scene as the specifically cinematic. At the same
time, one senses that Astruc's argument here - in its somewhat mystical
stance on mise en scene, in the centrality it accords violence, even in its
choice of Mizoguchi as primary reference point, as the summit of cinema
- also genuflects to those more recent developments at Cahiers associated
with the 'MacMahonists'. Thus, the cycle of critical influences comes full
circle.
Notes
1 See Bertolt Brecht, 'The Modern Theatre is the Epic Theatre', in John Willett
(ed.), Brecht on Theatre, New York. Hill & Wang, 1964.
2 Eric Rohmer, 'Rediscovering America', La.',:ers :'4, Christmas 1955, Ch. 7 in this
volume.
3 Cf. Fran<;ois Truffau t, 'A Certam 1 endency of the French Cinema', originally
published in Cahiers 31, J&nuary 1954, translated in Calliers du Cinema in English,
no. I, 1966, reprinted in Nichols, Movies and Methods.
4 ef., for exampie, Claude Chabrol, 'Les Petits Sujets', Cahiers 100, October 1959,
translated as 'Big Subjects, Little Subjects' in Movie I, June 1962, and as 'Little
Themes' in Graham, New Wave.
S See, for example, Richard Roud, 'The French Line' , Sight and Sound, vol. 29,
no. 4, Autumn 1960.
6 Geoffrey Nowell-Smith, 'Movie and Mvth', Sight and Sound, vol. 32, no. 2,
Spring 1963. -
7 See, for example, the Editors of Calliers du Cinema, 'John Ford's Young Mr.
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29 Pierre Kast: 'Flattering the Fuzz:
Some Remarks on Dandyism and
the Practice of Cinema'
('Des confitures pour un gendarme:
remarques sur Ie dandysme et I'exercice du
cinema', Cahiers du Cinema 2, May 1951)
The official soothsayers of ancient Rome could not pass each other in the
street without smiling: film people are rarely endowed with a similar sense
of humour. The assertion that cinema was a species of manifestation of
an artist's creative genius, made in the face of all the evidence, was
doubtless pretty daring once. On the other hand, it ought to be made
clear that it gave rise to a deplorable confusing of the possibilities of
expression in the cinema and the conditions under which films are made.
The notion that all you need to make a film is inspiration, is one great
Joke.
To state yet again that the cinema is a function of social and economic
may perhaps be so obvious that it almost need not be said, but
It nevertheless does not diminish the advantage of a dear-sighted view of
the situation it gives rise to. The opinion of the public's taste formed by
the haruspices who control distribution quite obviously represents a force
far more powerful than any discussion of styles or movements within the
creative process.
The fact that up to now no film-maker has thought of diverting that
part of his earnings that could be spent on making five or ten
minutes of film just for himself, even if it turned out to be the purest
pornography, gives rise to a great deal of thoufht. I am well aware that
those who do not use their income to consLrud c public persona use it to
distract themselves from their role as mercenaries with deep-sea fishing,
Women, drinking or travelling abroad. I am equally aware that the myth
o.f cinema without cash represents a challenge and also that amateur
cmema provides ample proof of this and that the final aim of cinema is
not to get lost on the periphery.
. The major problem is acquiring the wherewithal, and the restrictions
lmplied by this have absolutely nothing in common with the kind of
formal constraints imposed by the fugue, say, or the heroic couplet.
Apart from a few extremely rare cases of private patronage or cunning
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the potential auteur of a film is compelled to fit into a system of production
with aims totally alien to his own. The choice of subject and the choice of
means are never under his control in any real sense. For all that, he is not
entirely restricted. There is a tiny rnargii-t of freedom left to him provided
he is completely aware of the real state of affairs.
Obviously, I am not talking here about those who accept both the sOciety
we have to put up with and the production system prevailing at present.
In the better cases, their natural virtuosity and what it is customary to call
their technical ability find ways of revealing themselves in an amiable,
clean-limbed and entertaining optimism which only adds - if that is at all
possible - to the confusion that envelops these problems.
The worst kind of conventional film will be transformed into a detailed
observation of the behaviour patterns of the lower classes in Paris, for
instance, and there will be solemn discussions about the painstaking
realism informing some bromide story about a couple of workers.
It is pretty generally acknowledged that there can be no likelihood of
agreement about the essentials of a subject between the maker of a film
and those controlling the commercial machinery of production without
the film-maker being obliged to make a great many concessions on the
meaning of what he wants to say if he chooses straightforward expression
of ideas. Can anyone imagine, for instance, a film being made nowadays
about the methods used by the police which does not end up one way Or
another as an apologia for those methods? It is greatly to the credit of
several makers of film no irs in America such as The Maltese Falcon, Murder,
My Sweet and The Asphalt Jungle that they dared to transform the detective
proceeding by ingenious deduction into a predator who thrives on black-
mail, shadowing suspects, informers and brutality. It was still a matter of
adapting a novel, but at the same time they used it as a vehicle for
something totally different. In any case, the reaction was inevitable. This
kind of film has more or less ceased to be made for quite a time now. The
cops and robbers detective film remains brutaL but now the cop is a good
family man while in his own home: in Naked City it is the devoted little
wife herself who helps him on with his shoulder holster before he sets off
to work which in his case means killing a thief.
In just the same way it is obvious that any subject the least bit contro-
versial, i.e. with some relevance to contemporary life, cannot even be
contemplated without these same concessions being implicit. The best
intentions run the risk of blowing up in the face of an unsuspecting film-
maker who fails to set about his task with complete and utter caution.
The condition of the working classes in France, for instance, undoubtedly
provides the starting point for innumerable startling films. Dmytryk,
concentrating on one particular aspect of related problems, unemployment
and class structure, was able to make a very tough and yet at the same
time very romantic film about the life led by Italian immigrant building
workers in the United States.! My guess is that the exotic nature of the
subject enabled the film to slip through. Dmytryk's great skill lay first and
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Pierre Kast: 'Flattering the Fuzz'
foremost in his being able to avoid any kind of scoring of pOints and to
confining himself to statement, pure and simple, in his scenario.
Conversely, a French film featuring the life of miners ends up by
completely reversing the brave and sincere intentions which were upper-
most in the mind of the film-maker while he was making it, precisely
because he lacked the necessary sense of perspective and was unable to
keep within the kind of limits Dmytryk imposed upon himself. It has long
been recognized that good will on its own is more often than not totally
useless. The notion of the makers of the film in question, that they were
going to make something wholesome and healthy, will be viewed by an
so accommodating that each and every member of it can genu-
mely accept the proposition that a miner's life is not that terrible when all
is said and done. But just look where the desire to avoid possible morbidity
can lead: to saying the opposite of what was intended - at least one hopes
this is the case. Taking a desire to show the conditions of the miners as
your starting point you finish up not so very far from the message - 'Sign
up, sign on in the forces overseas' - of the recruiting posters stuck up
outside every police station. The managers of the mines have hearts of
gold and behave like fathers of the regiment and sonny will dig coal just
like daddy did.
In spite of everything, this edifying and Wishy-washy portrait was
turned down flat by the distributors - which just goes to show that
compromise for the sake of compromise doesn't payoff in the long run.
Dandyism can be defined as the rejection of all mystification imposed
from outside. Moreover, you can see that when it comes to putting a film
together, if you play the game according to the rules set down by the
bosses who run the system you can end up on the same side: every upbeat
ending, for example, ratifies the state of the world as it is and becomes
part and parcel of the machinery for providing reassurance and comfort
that the cinema has itself become. Refusal to be a party to this nlL'chanism,
rejection of the principle of a good evening's entertainment at tlw pictures
which is the main motive force, can itself constitute a kind of dandvism
and moreover may well represent its contemporary form. The (ilm-n1.lker
who thinks that under the present production system it is possible to
express himself is not only labouring under an enormous delusion but
also, no matter how pure his intentions, protectinS dnd deknding tt'll'
mystificatory deceptions which the cinema ladles out so generously to the
audience.
It is quite obvious that there is no way of making the films one would
like to make about the army of French colonialism. Even inside FranCt.' it
is impossible to make a film which would relate to the French
tary and electoral system in the way that Mr. Smith Goes to WashinglOlI
relates to the American system, even though that came to the reassuring
conclusion that if the wicked do become powerful it is an exception to the
rule that the good win in the end. Our own delightful French system has
reached such a stage of timidity f blindness and concealed police coercion
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that we cannot even imagine making a film about the French colonial
empire - our great-grandfathers' Morocco or the Madagascar our uncle
from the colonies controlled - which even approaches a film like Pinky
and similar films, for all their slyly underhand racialism. Straightforward
vindication apart, there isn't a hope of saying a thing.
What is so obviously true about the French political system and the
French empire is, in practical terms, true of every aspect of existence.
Every year in France there are as many abortions as there are live births.
It is as clear as crystal that it is totally impossible to make a film about
this situation - not even a conformist film. Or take the French prison
system whose principal glories are the huge central jails like Poissy,
Fontevrault, etc. Who could imagine for a second that you could say about
them even as much as The Big House said about Sing Sing, let alone the
countless other American films starting with Sullivan's Travels which, often
unintentionally, cast a disturbing light on the repressive system of civilized
Christian society in the Western world.
To demonstrate how true all this is seems so easy that I hesitate to go
on giving examples. In practical terms an impassable barrier of de facto
censorship comes down on every attempt at direct expression of contem-
porary problems. You may think I am exaggerating. If only I were. The
system for producing films today is such that as a final instance I let my
imagination sketch the reactions of distributors faced with a project which
concerns nothing more alarming than bringing on to the screen a naive
pastoral novel- amazingly popular amongst provincials and pretty absurd
in any case - namely Zola's La Faute de ['Abbe Mouret: Grade 5 rating from
the Catholic film board, forbidden to minors, etc. I have deliberately
refrained from mentioning George Bataille's marvellous novel, L' Abbe C,
a sort of inspired, laicized, erotic mirror-image of the Journal d'un cure de
campagne.
There are some professional film-makers working in the cinema today
who, with an amazing puritanical sectarianism, are obsessed by the
concept of a healthy cinematographic optimism which unfortunately, in
my opinion, totally denies the very view they uphold. We are faced here
with intellectual short-sightedness in its most extreme form. A strange
conditioned reflex leads to the stuffing of all manifestations of violence
higgledy-piggledy into the same bag labelled 'morbid'. Their entire
reasoning is indubitably bcsed on the engagingly simple-minded yet unex-
pected notion that in spite of everything there still remains some kind of
freedom of choice as far as subject matter is concerned. It is true enough
that you are free to choose Fernandel, Bourvil or the jolly lower classes of
Paris, not really wicked, certainly foul-mouthed and yet so very, very
droll.
Under these conditions, the parable is a powerful weapon when it is
employed to banish current taboos or to destroy conventional illusions
about the legitimacy or the permanent nature of society as we know it.
Thus The Lady from Shanghai, Monsieur Verdoux and Kind Hearts and
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.
>
are both the best examples of the use of parable and the most
films to launch an offensive on society that have been made
m recent years. Resorting to English humour allowed people who felt
themselves under suspicion partly to avoid the blows aimed at them.
. Clearly, these films were helped by an extremely vigorous English
literary tradition: at the very least Swift and Samuel Butler stand in direct
relation to them. The Modest Proposal or the pamphlet inviting settlers to
colonize Erewhon as the Indies or the French colonies were colonized, for
example, explain and make acceptable to the public Chaplin's comedy of
murder or Robert Hamer's treatise on social ascent by means of rationally
planned homicide. It is not so much a question of joking or some kind of
macabre humour. The Neant cabaret approach where larky trippers from
the provinces quaff lemonade from pottery skulls is completely different.
violent or hypocritically amused reactions provoked by these three
fIlms are very revealing on this score.
The Lady from Shanghai is clearly based on the juxtaposition within the
same film of a detective thriller and an ice-cold, calculated parody of itself:
the bad guys are shown sniggering in the foreground with just a little too
much conviction. It is also the most violent blow delivered so far to the
archetypal female myth in the American cinema. The greatness of the final
sequence has been discussed hundreds of times. When the male and
female leads cannot get married, they die rapturously in each other's arms:
you take your choice between a happy ending and a daring one. For Mike
the sailor to leave the vamp to die alone and wretched is dean against all
the rules. Orson Welles should indeed be admired for standing on its
head every Single value normally advanced by the traditional detective
thriller precisely because of the unbelievable stupidity and implausible
confusion of the plot. But John Huston and Dmytryk have done the same
thing. The poetic value of The Lady from Shanghai which in my opinion
raises it way above other films noirs about gangsters derives from the
parable of the shark fight which suddenly lets this very divided and
ambivalent film make sense. The parable expands the meaning of the film
and completely transforms it. The sea covered with the blood of the sharks
which are devouring one another not only gives the film itseli a deeper
meaning but is also, because it is e.\-:ecuted in a uniquely ICy and imperturb-
able fashion that permits the l1se of tr.at expression, a comment
on Our times.
Only Andre Gide, to the best of my knowledge, has examined the
aesthetic implications of that familiar scriptural saying to the effect that
he who would save his life must lose it. Its applicability to the present
circumstances in the making and distributing of films is exceedingly
strange: because it is impossible to bear witness to really essential factors
in contemporary existence, anyone wanting to do so in spite of everything
ends up by being obliged to abandon his point of view - thus in the most
unexpected way a confused and slapdash detective film, badly finished,
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baroque in form, is able to state more than any amount of choruses on
the lines of let-us-work-together-brothers-our-time-has-come.
The main drawback of Andre Bazin's article on Monsieur Verdoux in the
Revue du Cinema
2
is that it is altogether too comprehensive. Yet at least he
dealt justly with what is beyond a shadow of doubt Chaplin's most
important film. But the article discourages any reflection; at least on the
part of the supporters not in fact so very numerous of perhaps the
richest and most important work in the entire history of cinema. .', .
Sunday schools have done a great deal to debase the currency of
parables because so much time is spent trying to render their meaning in
simple everyday language, draining the lily of the field and the eye of the
needle of their true meaning. The noises made by officially approved
critics, and Bazin's reservations about the very basis of Monsieur Verdoux's
deepest meaning, form a part of this confirmation class approach. It would
seem that the social content of the film is, in plain language, puerile: after
all, we know, don't we, that society isn't perfect and that crime and
industry are closely linked? What is more, the ideas of Mr Chaplin are a
bit of a letdown after the vitality of Charlie's knockabout comedy.
It seems to me that a similar transposition into another medium of
Kafka's 'In the Penal Settlement' or 'Investigations of a Terrier' would in
all likelihood fail to convey the essence of Kafka's ideas about penology
or Angst. The tremendous importance of Monsieur Verdoux derives
precisely from the analogy to be made between it and Kafka's or SWift's
universe: some long-serving critical wheelhorse based his chief criticism
of the film on the fact that the Paris it showed bore no resemblance
whatsoever to the real Paris. As if Verdoux were proposing to inhabit any
realm other than Erewhon or Lilliput.
Kind Hearts and Coronets fared scarcely any better. A theme which was,
broadly speaking, very close to that of Verdoux and a marvellous elegance
of form allowed scope for ambivalence. All very amusing. Meanwhile the
film has been crushed by its own success as comedy. The fact that no
French film has ever treated our own brave light infantry officers as the
British film treated admirals, which would be roughly the equivalent in
military terms, or that no cure has ever, fortunately, undergone anything
approximating to the sermon or prison chaplain sequences, should have
given rise to the suspicion that this film is neither so macabre nor so
humorous nor so screamingly funny as it appeared. What it was all about
in fact was, just like Verdoux, one of the cruellest and most savage attacks
made on our society and its structures because it brings into question the
very right to exist. The films considered I social', such as The Grapes of
Wrath and the like, are forced by the distribution set-up to portray the
exceptional, the dreadful and appalling even, thereby implicitly justifying
what is not in fact exceptional at all ordinary national and domestic
virtues. Neither Ford nor Capra, not even the much more misleading
Sturges, has questioned the society in which he lives, merely its deviations
or excesses. Michele Vian's excellent article in Les Temps modernes about
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I'.
Intruder in the Dust has shed light in the same way on the implicit racialism
in an approach that is totally and innocently soothing and reformist even
though it attacks only the superficial manifestations of such a deep-rooted
canker in society.
Not to put too fine a point on it, it seems that in an age like the present,
one of the most oppressed by tyrannies, mystification, taboos and anxious
imperatives, no willingness to express this social reality in the cinema
by direct means is possible without causing the film-makers' own good
intentions to turn against them. .
In other words, it seems that those conveying the message are scarcely
able to do more than lodge themselves in the defensive outworks of the
very society they wish to a ttack or accuse.
The best example of this idiotic state of affairs is the wave of optimism
which uplifts, admittedly rather feebly, a handful of naive cineastes,
enabling them to believe in decency, hope and virtue.
In complementary fashion, those who are in no way claiming to convey
a message have, by a strange coincidence, caused the foundations of the
social edifice they didn't give a damn about preserving or not, but merely
depicted, to totter in the most violent way imaginable.
Valery's Faire sans croire and his address to the French Academy are the
application of an identical point of view to a social career. Valery treats
social success and a career as a successful writer in exactly the same way
that Verdoux treats his business and Louis Mazzini in Kind Hearts and
Coronets treats his noble lineage. In this respect the characters represent the
contemporary version of the dandy's disdain and lucidity when confronted
with social, sentimental and other categories of phenomenon.
Neither Welles nor Chaplin nor Robert Hamer is any more free in his
period than was Swift in Augustan England or Butler in the late Victorian
era. No doubt it could be argued that the approach via parables is not
necessarily the only one untainted by hypocrisy or blindness in literature,
despite the fact that Raymond Queneau's The Bark-tree and Saint Glinglin,
for instance, seem to me to be greatly in advance of the lyricaJ imprecations
of all the others who fancy themselves as prophets.
But where cinema is concerned, where the burden of social and econ-
omic restrictions crush even the slightest impulse to mount a serious attack
on existing social taboos, the same approach via parables is the only one
that makes no concessions on absolute essentials to the machinery of
that safeguards !tseit from a society which believes itself to
be dIvmely ordained.
I no wish to say or even to believe that this is the only approach
POSSIble. I have absolutely no taste or capacity for playing at prophets or
mdulging in profundities. It is merely that I find the enormous fuss made
about a few films of the Antoine et Antoinette variety of the recent past, or
charades like the latest Duvivier, quite unbalanced and
mfUriating.
I am glad that it was none other than Engels who defined the function
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of the novelist as fulfilling his task perfectly when by faithfully
representing real social relations he destroys conventional illusions about
the nature of those relations, shatters the optimism of bourgeois society,
and obliges others to call into question the permanent nature of the
existing order even when he does not directly indicate any solution or
openly take sides.
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2 'Le my the de M. Verdoux', Revue du Cinema, no. 9, January 1948; translated as
'The Myth of Monsieur Verdoux' in Andre Bazin, What is Cinema? Vol. 2.
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('Le Fer dans la plaie', Cahiers du Cinema
63, October 1956) .
'Should Kafka be burned?' You may perhaps remember the enquiry
conducted by the weekly Action (now defunct) on the pernicious role of
the author of Metamorphosis in contemporary literature. The participants
vied with each other in denouncing the 'noxious' influence of his work,
its 'petit-bourgeois' and 'counter-revolutionary' significance and its
destructive nihilism. The sole aim of the case brought against him was to
relegate him (along with Dostoevsky and a few others) to that hell where
the 'enemies' of the people are roasting. Kafka, symbol of bourgeois deca-
dence, had to die a second time. All this took place something over ten
years ago, unless I am mistaken. The auto-da-fe has been burning a long
time. Kafka is still very much alive. Meanwhile the world has been shaken
by a great event, Khrushchev's denunciation of 'Stalinist tyranny'. A new
character, far more fascinating than the heroes of Soviet novels, has come
into being, the kind of monster we have lost touch with since classical
times, a sort of Probus combining the duplicity of Tiberius, the black
humour of Nero, the exhibitionism of Commodus af'd the ferocitv of
Constantine. Yes, Stalin was all that, and yel how good it had to
bow down to him. You could no more look into his face than at the sun,
for he was God on earth, father and shepherd of the nations. He was the
one who knew, whose word was law. Could it really be necessary to obey
this new order and renounce 'heaven on earth'? As well ask an opium
to give up his drug without warning. Stalin provided Communist
mtellectuals with an admirable excuse. In him their guilty consciences
found a saviour. Under his aegis, they could be washed clean of the
original sin of uselessness and, spirits assuaged, be transformed into the
infinitely pliable bureaucrat. Why give up the pleasure of expiating an
essential curse? Surely it could not be necessary to abandon, on a word
of command, the height of sensual pleasure which is the will to total self-
abasement.
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Marxist and Stalinist criticism
Why the foregoing exordium? What have Stalin and Kafka to do with a
journal like the present one? For a time I believed that the de-Stalinization
offensive would circulate a breath of fresh air through the Communist
press and blow away the stifling, sterile miasma of conformism. I thought
that our Catholics-in-reverse (i.e. the Communist intellectuals) would be
converted to the spirit of criticism and adopt an attitude to the products
of bourgeois civilization closer to the spirit of dialectical materialism itself,
and therefore free of religiosity. When you have at your disposal a method
of reflection as effective as Marxism, what need is there to denigrate and
reject all that does not carry the stamp of strictest orthodoxy? Why not
indulge in the luxury of equanimity? Alas, I was disappointed. Far from
leading to a more flexible ideology, the famous Khrushchev speech was
followed by an even greater hardening of the line. As proof, I need only
note Garaudy's accession to the Communist Party's Bureau Politique. Not
a cause for surprise. The spirit of orthodoxy and intolerance triumphs
because no member of the Stalinist intelligentsia has taken Marx's historical
dialectical materialism seriously. They are no doubt perfect Communists;
they are certainly execrable Marxists. It is no use bending the knee to
Marx's portrait without a knowledge of the profound sources which
animate works like The Poverty of Philosophy and Capital. I defy anyone to
cite a single piece of art or film criticism undertaken from a genuinely
dialectical materialist standpoint; I can, however, produce evidence of the
reactionary spirit which animates our Stalinists, especially in the cinema,
where a radical absence of dialectical materialist thinking is only too
evident.
It is not enough to decry an American film because it is American (while
indulging in a small exception to the rule every ten years or so) in order
to produce a piece of Marxist criticism. Any more than it is enough to
praise to the skies the latest Yves Allegret or Le Chanois. Still less to exalt
all Soviet films because they are Soviet.
I would even go so far as to say that there is more chance of remaining
true to the real spirit of Marxism in the reverse attitude, and indeed the
latest American films offer too good an example for me not to grab them
in passing. I want no cries of 'Paradox' or accusations of illogicality. I
have, once again, too many examples in the forefront of my mind to be
bothered by sarcasm or pitying smiles. For a Marxist, many American
films are manna from heaven, and if they did not exist we would have to
invent them. I am even sure that Marx would have paid tribute to The
Barefoot Contessa, as he did in his time to La Comedie humaine, and that one
of Anthony Mann's Westerns would have fascinated him as much as
Eugene Sue's Les Mysteres de Paris. Our Stalinists, however, prefer to
ban American cinema, as they banned Kafka, in the name of proletarian
optimism. But Hawks, Mankiewicz, Aldrich, Welles, Hitchcock, Minnelli
and Lang are far more representative of the contradictions of the capitalist
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system than Biberman or, in this country, Daquin or Allegret. This is what
I mean to try and show in the course of this article, but first the mechanism
of Stalinist film criticism needs to be analysed.
Stalinist critics use a ne varietur schema, based on the following three
postulates:
1 The 'manichean' postulate. What is Soviet is good, what is American is
bad. Note nevertheless one deliberate distortion of the postulate: French
cinema, although bourgeois, has the right to every kind of
accommodation.
2 The sociological premise. The sole valid criterion for the appreciation of
a film is its social content. Good is that which exalts the work and
struggle of the working class, that which describes (in a moving and
instructive way) the daily life of workers. Good too is that which
denounces the decay of the propertied class. Bad is all the rest (i.e. it
stands accused of formalism in the name of revolutionary realism). The
value of a film is thus determined in terms of its class content.
3 The political postulate (the most important of the three). Good is all that
corresponds to the Party line, bad all that deviates from it or ignores it.
Aesthetic judgment is therefore subordinated to the simple criterion of
tactical expediency; hence the placing on the Index of a film which
does not help the Party in the struggle against the bourgeoisie and the
education of the working class.
Optimism, realism, moralism, opportunism. These then are the four
articles of Stalinist criticism. It is all too easy to demonstrate the inconsist-
ency of this new 'poetics'. There is first of all a contradiction between
postulates 1 and 2. Praising a Soviet film at all costs means rejecting a
class viewpoint, since certain films of the Stalinist era were apol"gias for
Tsarist generals in the name of a patriotic ideal and ridiculed France and
the French Revolution (I have in mind a certain Suvarov of odious
memory). On the other hand, condemning an American film on principle
means closing off the possibility of defining its class content, which is no
less present for being implicit in form. But this is to anticipate the argu-
ment. There is also a contradiction between postulates 2 and 3 because
the revolutionary realism of such a film may not coincide at all with the
political objectives of the moment. Nor, moreover, does it need to. In the
present state of affairs, I see no possibility of (a) proof of the validity of
these postulates except on the basis of blind acceptance; (b) compliance
with one which does not ipso facto overrule the other two. .
RevolUtionary realism
What is serious here is not the adherence to some critical imperative, but
condemnation to perpetual inconsistency. Since the appeal to authority
IS based on an aesthetic view of class, it would be well to define social
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class once and for all. Now Marx himself, as we know, hesitated between
a bipartite definition of class (capitalists or proletarians) and a tripartite
one (capitalists, proletarians and landowners). It is impossible to argue
seriously in terms of class content without a clear and distinct idea of
social class. Hence the difficulties that arise whenever the attempt is made
to define revolutionary realism. The most frequent definition of this central
concept in the Marxist aesthetic is not gleamingly precise. In its terms,
any work which described a proletarian struggle against capitalist or feudal
exploiters would conform to revolutionary realism. And the works of
Eisenstein and Pudovkin are, justifiably, cited ... in order the better to
pour scorn on the American cinema.
I have a strong sense that at the bottom of all this there may be a serious
ambiguity. The very term 'revolutionary realism' is a contradiction, since
realism presupposes, precisely, an objectivity in the way of seeing and
describing which revolution excludes. A revolutionary artist chooses the
proletarian cause and rejects the lucid equanimity of a realist narrator. If
he is successful, his work (film, painting, poem, it does not matter Which)
takes its rightful place in the epic genre. But since when has an epic work
laid claim to realism, except in accuracy of detail? The reader is struck by
the clinical rigour with which Homer describes the wounds of the comba-
tants in the Iliad. Does that therefore entitle us to call Homer a realist? He
is no more so than Eisenstein, and when I see Alexander Nevsky or IVan
the Terrible (and even more, Battleship Potemkin) I would not dream of
treating him as a realist.
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We know Saint-Real's famous definition of the novel, later taken up by
Stendhal, as 'a looking-glass borne down a road'. It could be applied to
the whole realist aesthetic, responding closely to that impartial exactness
I mentioned a moment ago. and to the refusal to speak for or against
something or someone. If '.,ve accept this definition, where do we find the
work to which it would correspond exactly? I doubt whether Stendhal,
Balzac or Flaubert, who are so modish "vith the progressives, wrote novels
which fulfil this programme. As a looking-glass, realism is of the lark
mirror kind, a myth which, very fortunately, writers have been careful
not to take too literally. No writer or film-maker worthy of the name can
be faithful to it except superficially, since the essence of realism is alien
to art. The realist programme in all its rigour, as defined by Saint-Real,
would end up presenting the reader with a job lot of sundry kinds of
behaviour, the explanation of which would be left to him. Angling the
mirror this way or that is not allowed, and if moralists, writers or film-
makers have so far found the odds stacked against them (even though
they are consciously or unconsciously among the privileged), it is hard to
see how a revolutionary artist, whose work postulates the destruction of an
entire world, is to achieve it.
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Realism in art does not exist, unless it is understood in a clearly limited
sense (one may, for instance, speak of the realism of ideas, psychological
realism, or the realism of local colour). But I doubt whether our aesthe-
ticians take this as meant for them. True, they laud the films of Autant-
Lara, Allegret or Gremillon, whose realism is limited to the least risky
acceptance of its meaning, but I assume that this is simply the expression
of a political expediency. In any case, they betray the ideal they mean to
defend by praising such products. I am well aware that what I am saying
runs counter to a profound tendency in the workers' movement on every
oc.casion that it has taken a position on questions of art; it is obsessed
the need to find, everywhere and always, the proletarian condition
In the work of art. I fully believe that the description of a worker's life or
the activity of a factory is not incompatible with art. Since the sixteenth
century, painting has offered innumerable proofs of this, tirelessly
showing the humble and the disinherited of all kinds. But in the case in
point, the question is a purely theoretical realism, since what is ugly in
life becomes beautiful when it is contemplated in a gallery or a room. The
fidelity and precision of the painter conspire to place his painting at the
extreme opposite of reality.
This is the case with Albrecht Durer's hare. Who would dream of going
into raptures over a real hare and who does not marvel at Durer's painting,
or the crab by the same artist? The fact that a watercolour can denaturalize
reality to the pOint of making us admire what in nature is the object of
pure indifference if not disgust is the paradox of 'realist' art, in fact the
mystery of art full stop. I would therefore say to our Stalinist aestheticians,
depict workers as much as you like, but what you will offer is a simple
duplicatum of reality; there is small chance that art will benefit. In cinema
as elsewhere, the antinomy between the real and the dream, between
reality and truth, is the inexhaustible source of all artistic creation.
I wrote earlier that the very notion of revolutionary rea;ism is a contradic-
tion. I have no hesitation in adding that there is not only a contradiction
between the terms (i.e. between realism and revolution), but within the
concept of realism itself (because it only exists in a partial way in art, and
only on condition that it denies itself). In its genuine sense (i.e. Saint-
Real) it excludes the artistic world (objectivity is a quality alien to art); in
its limited sense (the one in which it is usually understood by literary or
art critics), it tends towards contradiction. The artist must therefore be
sufficiently aware of these contradictions to overcome them and thus, as
Hegel said, to be 'within the element of Truth'. .. .
The sin of abstraction
imagine the preceding exposition is enough to convey the idea that it is
Impossible to approach the questions of aesthetics properly, except by
forging a dialectical mentality. The use of such notions as 'revolutionary
realism', 'mass art', 'proletarian optimism' is not forbidden, provided that
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their deceptive and illusory side is made clear. As soon as one or other
of these notions is examined more closely, a mass of contradictions comes
to light, which should make us sceptical as far as the common usage of
these terms is concerned. I could go further. To speak of the class content
of a novel or film is to show that one is totally estranged from the very
spirit of dialectics and above all from historical materialist dialectics. It is
in fact the arbitrary isolation of one element of reality to the detriment of
all the rest. To neglect the complexity of a work in order to focus on its
class content alone is precisely to refuse to analyse the contradictory forces
which brought it into being. What is left of Dostoevsky's Devils, for
instance (that 'repugnant but masterful work', to quote Lenin), if you limit
yourself to determining its class content? You discover that it is bound up
with a counter-revolutionary ideology without realizing that it illustrates
the conflicts which divided members of the Russian intelligentsia in the
1860s as Dostoevsky lived them. It is of little consequence that the novelist
resolves the opposition between science and faith in favour of the latter.
What interests Marxists is the conflict itself, and behind it the internal
contradictions of the Tsarist society it reflects, in what is undoubtedly a
truncated but singularly revealing way. Again, limiting oneself to simple
class content is to commit the sin (unpardonable in a Marxist) of abstraction.
Art, in fact, because it lives on conflicts, tensions, irreducible oppositions,
contradictory aspirations, is dialectical in its very essence. I would be
the last to deny that these tensions reflect and reproduce symbolically the
contradictions of society and that they depend in part on the class conflicts
which riddle that society. What I ask of our Stalinists is that in order to
do justice to the thought they lay claim to and betray so deliberately I they
should (as they never do) determine the mediations through which one
passes from the real world (defined by particular relations of production
and/or a particular condition of the forces of production) into the imaginary
world of the novelist, painter or film-maker.
These mediations are complex, I agree, but it is their analysis which
allows a demonstration of the extent to which Balzac's Splendeurs et miseres
des courtisanes is both the alienated and authentic reproduction of French
society under the July Monarchy, and also the expression of a tragedy
which greatly surpasses the material and social conditions which governed
bourgeois France in the time of Louis Philippe. The tragedy is that of
alienation, and it would be possible to say, for example, without exagger-
ation, that the whole Comedie humaine is a phenomenoiogy of the alienated
conscience. These words, borrowed from philosophical jargon, should
not make the reader nervous, for they cover fairly simple realities and
characterize them in a useful way. I shall; moreover, give a necessarily
summary and therefore unfaithful explanation of them, and if I make an
issue of it, it is solely to support my argument (according to which the
American cinema throughout warrants a dialectical reflection), not in order
to transform Cahiers into an addendum to the Revue de metaphysique et de
morale or the Revue internatio11ale de philosophie.
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'The long hard road'
It is to Hegel that we owe the introduction of alienation into the philo-
sophical vocabulary. It is probably a familiar fact that in The Phenomenology
of Mind Hegel sought to describe the 'long hard road' which consciousness
has to travel before it reaches Absolute Knowledge. Before it arrives, it
takes on a series of 'forms' or 'moments', each form actualizing a type of
experience in which, every time, the consciousness discovers that what it
took for truth was simply illusion. It is therefore necessary to pass beyond
the abstract moment where the consciousness of self seeks to accede to
an inaccessible ideal, on to the level of mind where the world as the
actualization of Reason is no longer opposed to the consciousness of self. 2
!he first moment of a properly historical phenomenology would be the
lmmediate mind, or 'the world of ethical freedom', where the 'identity of
self and substance' is actualized, i.e. identity of singularness (the self as
an ethical nature) and the universal (substance as universal essence).
But this moment cannot persist and the Greek city which incarnated it
historically is rent by scission between human law (the universal) and
divine law (the singular). It is not possible to reconcile political and social
laws with those of the family and rituals for the dead. Creon as defender
of civil order, the expression of the common will of the citizenry, is
opposed by Antigone, who represents the rights of the clan. The tragedy
is thus born of the conflict of laws against laws, and that conflict is
irresolvable. The Greek city for Hegel, as for Goethe and Hblderlin,
represented a harmonious world which, to use Goethe's expression, had
'to be discovered with the eyes of the soul' (,Das Land der Griechen mit
der Seele suchen').
For Hegel in any case that harmony could only be ephemeral, and it is
precisely in Greek tragedy (Sophocles and Aeschylus) that the contradic-
tions of the classical Greek world conceived as 'immediate mind' are
expressed. The primary world of the mind is thus succeeded by the world
of alienation and culture, a torn and divided world in which mind becomes
a stranger to itself. The moment of implicit opposition when the self
expresses itself in a naive and contradictory manner as the singularness
and the universalness of ethical life, is succeeded by the moment when the
self alienates its immediate certai:1ty and through that alienation becomes
substance. At the same time, however, that substance becomes strange to
it. While the self has, through civilization, acceded to the Universal, the
very content of that universal substance progressively eludes it. The ethical
life with which it coincided in a spontaneous and naive way appears, now
that it has been appropriated, to be a very opaque reality. The world has
become the 'negativity of the consciousness of self. In alienating its natural
being, the self has become not only strange to the world it has appropri-
ated, but strange to itself.
Let us now try to put into ordinary language what Hegel expresses in
the language of philosophy. In denying the state of nature and civilizing
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himself, man has undoubtedly acquired greater power, but the world he
believes he dominates eludes him; it transforms itself into an objective
reality, external to those who conceived it and therefore oppressive. The
State and Wealth, which are products of human activity, become so many
strange and hostile realities, entities which are literally indifferent. The
State and Wealth define two moments of a dialectic which is precisely
that of the alienated consciousness. The nobleman who would once have
considered it an honour to serve the State, expects only material advan-
tages, pensions and titles, from the moment that the State becomes
universal and abstract. The sentiment of honour is replaced by flattery
because there is no other way of obtaining these advantages than by
paying court to the king. The noble consciousness is opposed to the base
consciousness. In exchanging honour for money, consciousness appropriates the
State, since it is the very essence of State power to recompense its servants
and reward its functionaries. But in so doing, it denies the State, since it
retains only a material appearance, money. The power of the State is
thus succeeded by the power of money, obeisance to the sovereign by
submission to wealth. In alienating itself in money and through flattery,
consciousness renders the State strange, incorporating its substance into
itself, but reducing its universal and abstract meaning into a simple
singular 'me' (Absolute Monarch), relegated to the level of being purely
a dispenser of favours. In one movement, consciousness alienates itself
into a thing, money, the negation of the State, and into the anonymity of
economic life. Wealth now becomes the universal, transforming human
relations into objective and abstract relations, links between object and
object, supply and demand.
Supply and demand
Marx was very familiar with this dialectic of alienation and culture. He
provided, moreover, a masterly commentary on The Phenomenology of Mind
in his 1844 Manuscripts. However, it seemed to him that Hegel had not
worked through the effective transcending of bourgeois alienation. In
Hegel the transcending is purely speculative, absolute knowledge, which
suppresses alienation only ideologically and is therefore itself alienation.
For Marx it was not possible to overcome the world of wealth by a purely
mental process, even if that process were the 'pure knowledge of self by
the self'. The reason being that the dialectic of Wealth and the State is not
the expression of a consciousness of self, but the ideal reproduction of a
real dialectic - that of a commercial society and, more particularly, capitalist
society. Thus Marx replaces the notion of idealist alienation (Entfremdung)
with the materialist notion of reification (Verdinglichung). In capitalist
society, personal relations become relations between objects, buyers and
sellers. Everything is exchangeable, at a price -love, intelligence, dignity,
etc. The feudal society's code of submission and honour gives way to the
law of supply and demand of capitalist society. This is the reign of the
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fetishization of commodity and again of universal abstraction, and cl({.-)Jy,
if history is envisaged no longer as the history of the mind, but as the
real history of relations of production and exchange, the only way rl ,II
alienation (reification) can be overcome is by destroying those relat. ms
through concrete action (revolution) and not ideally, through absolute
knowledge.
Marx's dialectical and historical materialism thus consisted in
human history as the natural history of material relations of productic"""
consumption and exchange. The Hegelian phenomenology whi:
described the future as 'the Calvary of history, without which the mi).J
would be solitude within life' is replaced by the exploitation of man by
man which can only be ended by a classless society. But the develop mer
of this perpetual oppression and the struggle against it can only be
stood dialectically. The capitalist world being the world of absolute and
universal abstraction, the dialectic of mind must be replaced by thE
dialectic of capital, and the metamorphosis of capital has to be studied as
Hegel studied the metamorphosis of mind. Hence the esoteric and abstract
nature of Capital, as enigmatic and rambling to the uninitiated reader as
Hegel's Phenomenology.
Hollywood, the microcosm
If the reader has had the patience to follow me this far (which I would
not dare to presume) I can now say what for me constitutes the essential
Originality of the great American directors. They have been more or less
consciously obsessed by the 'reified' nature of American society. They have all
more or less tried to bring on to the screen the fall of American man.
They have therefore brought to the surface the mystificatory aspect of the
American way of life and violently denounced the fetishization of money.
They have shown us man hunted and besieged by the demands of success,
profit, social climbing, and the need to defend the advantage acquired.
The nostalgia for purity or authenticity (let's use the word, despite the
dubious use Montherlant made of it) which stirs the greatest of them is
only the inverse of that passionate or ironic critique of the extremely
commercialized American consciousness.
And I will add that it is at moments when their subject seems furthest
from any social preoccupation that the critique goes furthest, touching the
sensitive nerve of the new Leviathan which is American capitalist society.
1 proof is needed, first place goes to a whole group of films which have
Hollywood as a direct or general concern: The Bad and the Beautiful,
Minnelli; A Star is Born, Cukor; The Barefoot Contessa, Mankiewicz; The Big
Knife, Robert Aldrich; a major part of Welles's work, Citizen Kalle, The Lady
from Shanghai; Hawks's Monkey Business and Gentlemel1 Prefer Bl<mdcs; Fritz
Lang's While the City Sleeps; and Hitchcock's especially extraordinary Straw
gers on a Train. These films all deal with the same subject - the impossibility
in the present state of things of an effective and genuine morality, or, if
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you like, the incompatibility of morality (other than that of the police) and
capitalist society. If the Hollywood un-American Activities investigation
had had any sense, it would have been the directors just named who
would have lost their right to work, not those doubtless admirable but
infinitely less dangerous directors like Dassin, Losey or Berry.
Alongside such destroyers, who would certainly not have escaped the
fires of the Inquisition, how innocuous seem Kazan, Stevens and Benedek,
not to mention Daniel Mann.
I think it is worth going into some detail. It is not chance that has so
often made Hollywood and its activities the object of study by film direc-
tors. First, for a very obvious reason. These directors know what they are
talking about, they know better than anyone the often unenviable position
of the film-maker in the Hollywood hierarchy (d. Harry Dawes in The
Barefoot Contessa). They have had the time to take to pieces a society which
seems to be heading towards a caste-system. Hence their total lack of
indulgence and the cruelty evident in their portrayal, all the more implac-
able for denying itself excess and exaggeration.
Second, because Hollywood is a microcosm which reproduces,
magnified many times over, the defects of American society. It is capitalism
to the nth degree, a monstrous excrescence of that 'air-conditioned night-
mare' which Henry Miller mentions when talking about America. Minnelli
himself, the 'precious' Minnelli, must have had an attack of rage which
translated itself into The Bad and the Beautiful, that much-neglected film
whose meaning I understood so belatedly. The subject is, it will be remem-
bered, a producer who ends up exhausting his entire circle with his
demands, his way of treating the closest and most valued collaborators as
objects, in terms of their usefulness of the moment. Is he to blame? Yes
and no, but it soon becomes clear that we are not being given a non-
committal answer. He is undoubtedly just as hard on himself, he is a
'promoter' in the full meaning of the term, a discoverer, and in this sense
to be admired, but Minnelli lets a doubt hang over the fate awaiting him
(we never know whether or not he is recalled to Hollywood after his
exile), possibly because his responsibility is very attenuated. It seems clear,
and this is implicit in the incisiveness of Minnelli's portrayal, that the
system is responsible and that after all the producer is only applying the
inhuman rules of the game which reach beyond Hollywood to involve the
whole of America. Minnelli, as admirable moralist, denounces the essential
artificiality of Hollywood circles and, a fact for which I am most grateful
to him, does so with delicacy and a lightness of touch. Who woul.d have
thought that Minnelli (and he would no doubt be astounded to hear it)
would link up with the existential philosopher Martin Heidegger who, in
Being and Time, describes the existence of the 'one', i.e. the individual to
whom any authenticity is alien. The Stalinists will roar; what, Heidegger,
the fascist! Forgetting that in this instance Heidegger is purely and simply
translating the accounts of Hegel and Marx into his 'existential analysis'.
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and Kiss Me Deadly (Aldrich), on which I will be forgiven for being brief.
I would simply note that in certain characters, alienation or reification
reaches the point where common respect for the life of another has no
meaning for them. They settle the death of a defenceless person quite
calmly, without turning a hair. These are perfectly respectable people.
Smiley Coy, the producer's public relations man, soberly decides on the
death of a starlet whose indiscretions risk affecting the reputation of an
actor whose box-office appeal brings the company considerable profit. We
are well inside a world ruled by buying and selling. And yet Mr Smiley
Coy was a major in the US Air Force and - an important detail- is received
by the famous composer of Showboat and Roberta, Jerome Kern. In other
words, he is as unlikely as Caesar's wife to invite suspicion.
Cukor's A Star is Born seems to be about something different, the life
of a couple. In fact it poses the question of the saleability of the star. After
all, it matters little that the eccentricities of the actor Norman Maine lead
to his inevitable downfall. What counts is that he is less and less effective,
brings in less and less money. He becomes a dead weight and then, no
quarter! The fact that the rise of his wife Vicky Lester brings him face to
face with his decline and that rejection of her pity, even love, leads him
to suicide is only part of what the film is about. It is also about the
destruction of all personal life, an analysis of the star system as the prin-
cipal destroyer of any human relationship. It is about the annihilation of the
person to the exclusive benefit of appearance.
The actor, like the financier or the press magnate, is for others. He may
rejoice in this (like Orson Welles's Charlie Kane) or deplore it, it makes
no difference. He exists solely for the look of the other. He is the fleshly
symbol of the omnipotence of money alienated in the anonymous look of
the crowd and in which the crowd in its turn is alienated. This reciprocal
alienation replaces concrete personal relations with objective relations -
the star is the object of a cult, the financier the object of hatred, the politician
the object of disgust, and as such they belong to the crowd, which is free
to weigh them up at its leisure and free to change its initial evaluation.
From Marx to Minndli
It is in a different light again that Mankiewicz tackles All about Eve and
above all The Barefoot Contessa. The latter is one of the few films t? escape
condemllation from the Stalinists, but I fear the reasons for theIr praIse
are not right ones. As in Five Fingers, Mankiewicz offers a wh.ich
allows for endless variations and lends itself very precisely to a dIalectical
formulation. Behind the plot of the film, one gets the sense that what
interested Mankiewicz was the conflict between reality and The
Contessa dies because she believed in a reality which was itself only
apparent in order to escape the artificiality of her existence as a star: the
fairy stories about her disinherited childhood to which she dings desper-
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she achieved fame. She meets a (quite real) Prince Charming, of course,
but that good-looking young man symbolizes sterility and impotence. Her
sexual unconventionality (she sleeps with lower-class men) is doubtless a
kind of rejection of the artificiality, but it is also the symptom of a radical
maladjustment, a lack of ability to face up to the present. Her death is the
logical result of her cowardice, or rather of a certain very feminine and
very charming irresponsibility. Where, then, is the truth? Not in the fairy
stories of little girls who never grow up, nor in society life. It lies in a
certain disenchanted lucidity engagingly represented by Harry Dawes, the
Contessa's former director. It also lies in work and precisely in films (such
as those Mankiewicz makes as an independent director) which give a
clearer view of reality than the two-a-penny films (of Gregory LaCava
perhaps) which the adorable Contessa loved too well. Vargas, the
Contessa Torlato-Favrini, victim of bad cinema, just as noxious as society
life, because just as artificial. The moral of this admirable film is extremely
severe: the road to authenticity is very hard, Harry Dawes stumbled along
it, Maria Vargas was unable to follow it through to the end. (Harry Dawes
leaving Maria's grave to go back to his work in the last shot of the film
illustrates this perfectly.) There might have been a risk, with a theme as
difficult as the conflict between reality and appearance, that the treatment
would tend to be rather dry. This is not so, because the variations grafted
on to it are of a high quality. In the brilliant dialogue Mankiewicz opposes
two ideas, two attitudes to wealth, the hoarding mentality as against the
prodigal and ostentatious mentality.
The insistence with which the most important film-makers of the young
generation describe the different modes of the alienated consciousness is
found in older film-makers like Hawks (I mention as a reminder the role
of Marilyn Monroe in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes).
In Hitchcock, the question is broached within a dialectic of the criminal
consciousness, an existential dialectic which only assumes its meaning by
reference to American capitalist society. The criminal can only affirm
himself through a negation of the other, because he cannot realize himself
within universal values, which no longer exist since the system has long since
destroyed them. Fear of the police, which may make the mediocre pause to
reflect, does not hold back the out-of-the-ordinary individuals who literally
fascinate Hitchcock as much as they repel him.
Perhaps it will be admitted that the road which leads from Marx to
Minnelli, Mankiewicz and others is shorter than it seems. And why
condemn film-makers who bear witness to a serious crisis in the American
economy's system of purely material values? I agree that the only solutions
they offer are escapist. It is nevertheless true that we have yet to see such
lucid and serious testimonies of the decay of our own culture.
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1 A 'lark mirror' (miroir aux alouettes) is a decoy for larks in the form of a curved
piece of wood set with small mirrors, mounted on a spindle and twined by a
string. (Translator's note.)
2 Hegel has just analysed the ultimate forms of the empirical consciousness in
which it discovers itself as reason. The Self of the chapter on the Mind is the
subject engaged in a historical community and alienation is the loss of the subject
in the object. (Author's note.)
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auteurs'
('De la politique des auteurs', Cahiers du
Cinema 70, April 1957)
Goethe? Shakespeare? Everything they put their name to is supposed to be
good, and people rack their brains to find beauty in the silliest little thing
they bungled. All great talents, like Goethe, Shakespeare, Beethoven, Michel-
angelo, created not only beautiful works, but things that were less than
mediocre, quite simply awful. (Tolstoy, Diary 1895-99)
I realize my task is fraught with difficulties. Cahiers du Cinema is thought
to practise the politique des auteurs. This opinion may perhaps not be
justified by the entire output of articles, but it has been true of the majority,
especially for the last two years. It would be useless and hypocritical to
point to a few scraps of evidence to the contrary, and claim that our
magazine is a harmless collection of wishywashy reviews.
Nevertheless, our readers must have noticed that this critical standpoint
- whether implicit or explicit - has not been adopted with equal
enthusiasm by all the regular contributors to Cahiers, and that there might
exist serious differences in our admiration, or rather in the degree of Our
admiration. And yet the truth is that the most enthusiastic among us
nearly always win the day. Eric Rohmer put his finger on the reason in
his reply to a reader in Cahiers 63: when opinions differ on an important
film, we generally prefer to let the person who likes it most write about
it. 1 It follows that the strictest adherents of the politique des auteurs get the
best of it in the end, for, rightly or wrongly, they always see in their
favourite directors the manifestation of the same specific qualities. So it is
that Hitchcock, Renoir, Rossellini, Lang, Hawks, or Nicholas Ray, to judge
from the pages of Cahiers, appear as almost infallible directors who could
never make a bad film.
I would like to avoid a misunderstanding from the start. I beg to differ
with those of my colleagues who are the most firmly convinced that the
politique des auteurs is well founded, but this in no way compromises the
general policy of the magazine. Whatever our differences of opinion about
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films or directors, our common likes and dislikes are numerous enough
and strong enough to bind us together; and although I do not see the role
of the auteur in the cinema in the same way as Truffaut or Eric
Rohmer for example, it does not stop me believing to a certain extent in
the concept of the auteur and very often sharing their opinions, although
not always their passionate loves. I fall in with them more reluctantly in
case of their hostile reactions; often they are very harsh with films I
fmd defensible - and I do so precisely because I find that the work
transcends the director (they dispute this phenomenon, which they
consider to be a critical contradiction). In other words, almost our only
difference concerns the relationship between the work and its creator. I
have never been sorry that one of my colleagues has stuck up for such
and such director, although I have not always agreed about the qualities
of the film under examination. Finally, I would like to add that although
it seems to me that the politique des auteurs has led its supporters to make
a number of mistakes, its total results have been fertile enough to justify
them in the face of their critics. It is very rare that the arguments drawn
upon to attack them do not make me rush to their defence.
So it is within these limits, which, if you like, are those of a family
quarrel, that I would like to tackle what seems to me to represent not so
much a critical mistranslation as a critical 'false nuance of meaning'. My
point of departure is an article by my friend Jean Domarchi on Vincente
Minnelli's Lust for Life? which tells the story of Van Gogh. His praise was
very intelligent and sober, but it struck me that such an article should not
have been published in a review which, only one month previously, had
allowed Eric Rohmer to demolish John Huston.
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The relentless harshness
of the latter, and the indulgent admiration of the former, can only be
explained by the fact that Minnelli is one of Domarchi's favourites and
that Huston is not a Cahiers auteur. This partiality is a good thing, up to
a certain point, as it leads us to stick up for a film that illustrates certain
facets of American culture just as much as the personal talent of Vincente
Minnelli. I could get Domarchi caught up in a contradiction, by pointing
out to him that he ought to have sacrificed Minnelli in favour of Renoir,
since it was the shooting of Lust for Life that forced the director of Frel1ch
Cancan to give up his own project on Van Gogh. Can Domarchi claim that
a Van Gogh by Renoir would not have brought more prestige to the politique
des auteurs than a film by Minnelli? What was needed was a painter's son,
and what we got was a director of filmed ballets!
But whatever the case, this example is only a pretext. Many a time I
have felt uneasy at the subtlety of an argument, which was completely
unable to camouflage the na'ivete of the assumption whereby, for example,
the intentions and the coherence of a deliberate and well thought out film
are read into some little '8' feature.
And of course as soon as you state that the film-maker and his films
are one, there can be no minor films, as the worst of them will always be
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in the image of their creator. But let's see what the facts of the matter are.
In order to do so, we must go right back to the beginning.
Of course, the politique des auteurs is the application to the cinema of a
notion that is widely accepted in the individual arts. Franc;ois Truffaut
likes to quote Giraudoux's remark: 'There are no works, there are only
auteurs' - a polemical sally which seems to me of limited significance. The
opposite statement could just as well be set as an exam question. The two
formulae, like the maxims of La Rochefoucauld and Chamfort, would
simply reverse their proportion of truth and error. As for Eric Rohmer, he
states (or rather asserts) that in art it is the auteurs, and not the works,
that remain; and the programmes of film societies would seem to support
this critical truth. y;
But one should note that Rohmer's argument does not go nearly as far as
Giraudoux's aphorism, for, if auteurs remain, it is not necessarily because of
their production as a whole. There is no lack of examples to prove that
the contrary is true. Maybe Voltaire's name is more important than his
bibliography, but now that he has been put in perspective it is not so
much his Dictionnaire philosophique that counts nowadays as his Voltairean
wit, a certain style of thinking and writing. But today where are we to find
the principle and the example? In his abundant and atrocious writings for
the theatre? Or in the slim volume of short stories? And what about
Beaumarchais? Are we to go looking in La Mere coupable?
In any case, the authors of that period were apparently themselves
aware of the relativity of their worth, since they willingly disowned their
works, and sometimes did not mind even being the subject of lampoons
whose quality they took as a compliment. For them, almost the only thing
that mattered was the work itself, whether their own or another's, and it
was only at the end of the eighteenth century, with Beaumarchais in fact,
that the concept of the auteur finally crystallized legally, with his royalties,
duties and responsibilities. Of course I am making allowances for historical
and social contingencies; political and moral censorship has made anon-
ymity sometimes inevitable and always excusable. But surely the anon-
ymity of the writings of the French Resistance in no way lessened the
dignity or responsibility of the writer. It was only in the nineteenth century
that copying or plagiarism really began to be considered a professional
breach that disqualified its perpetrator.
The same is true of painting. Although nowadays any old splash of
paint can be valued according to its measurements and the celebrity of
the signature, the objective quality of the work itself was formerly held in
much higher esteem. Proof of this is to be found in the difficulty there is
in authenticating a lot of old pictures. What emerged from a studio might
simply be the work of a pupil, and we are now unable to prove anything
one way or the other. If one goes back even further, one has to take into
consideration the anonymous works that have come down to us as the
products not of an artist, but of an art, not of a man, but of a society.
I can see how I will be rebutted. We should not objectify our ignorance
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or let it crystallize into a reality. All these works of art, the Venus de Milo
as well as the Negro mask, did in fact have an auteur; and the whole of
modern historical science is tending to fiII in the gaps and give names to
these works of art. But did one really have to wait for such erudite addenda
before being able to admire and enjoy them? Biographical criticism is but
one of many possible critical dimensions - people are still arguing about
the identity of Shakespeare or Moliere.
But that's just the point! People are arguing. So their identity is not a
matter of compl-=te indifference. The evolution of Western art towards
greater personalization should definitely be considered as a step forward,
as a refinement of culture, but only as long as this individualization
remains only a final perfection and does not claim to define culture. At this
point, we should remember that irrefutable commonplace we learnt at
school: the individual transcends society, but society is also and above all
within him. So there can be no definitive criticism of genius or talent which
does not first take into consideration the social determinism, the historical
combination of circumstances, and the technical background which to a
large extent determine it. That is why the anonymity of a work of art is a
handicap that impinges only very slightly on our understanding of it. In
any case, much depends on the particular branch of art in question, the
style adopted, and the sociological context. Negro art does not suffer by
remaining anonymous - although of course it is unfortunate that we know
so little about the societies that gave birth to it.
But The Man Who Knew Too Much, Europa 51, and Bigger Thall Life are
contemporary with the paintings of Picasso, Matisse, and Singier! Does it
follow that one should see in them the same degree of individualization?
I for one do not think so.
lf you will excuse yet another commonplace, thE' cinema is .111 art which
is both popular and industrial. TheSE conditions, which are to
its existence, in no way constitute a collection of hindrances - no more than
in architecture - they rather represent a group of positive and negative
circumstances which have to be reckoned with. And this is especially true
of the American cinema, which the theoreticians of the politiquc dcs alltcurs
admire so much. What makes Hollywood so much better than anything
else in the world is not only the quality of certain directors, but also the
Vitality and, in a certain sense, the excellence of a tradition. Hollywood's
superiority is only incidentally technical; it lies much more in what one
might call the American cinematic genius, something which should be
analysed, then defined, by a sociological approach to its production. The
American cinema has been able, in an extraordinarily competent way, to
show American society just as it wanted to see itself; but not at all pass-
ively, as a simple act of satisfaction and escape, but dynamically, i.e. by
participating with the means at its disposal in the building of this society.
What is so admirable in the American cinema is that it cannot help being
spontaneous. Although the fruit of free enterprise and capitalism - and
harbouring their active or still only virtual defects - it is in a way the truest
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and most realistic cinema of all because it does not shrink from depicting
even the contradictions of that society. Domarchi himself, who has demon-
strated the point very clearly in a penetrating and well-documented
analysis,4 exempts me from developing this argument.
But it follows that every director is swept along by this powerful surge;
naturally his artistic course has to be plotted according to the currents -
it is not as if he were sailing as his fancy took him on the calm waters of
a lake.
In fact it is not even true of the most individual artistic disciplines that
genius is free and always self-dependent. And what is genius anyway if
not a certain combination of unquestionably personal talents, a gift from
the fairies, and a moment in history? Genius is an H-bomb. The fission
of uranium triggers off the fusion of hydrogen pulp. But a sun cannot be
born from the disintegration of an individual alone unless this disinte-
gration has repercussions on the art that surrounds it. Whence the paradox
of Rimbaud's life. His poetic flash in the pan suddenly died out and
Rimbaud the adventurer became more and more distant like a star, still
glowing but heading towards extinction. Probably Rimbaud did not
change at all. There was simply nothing left to feed the flames that had
reduced the whole of literature to ashes. Generally, the rhythm of this
combustion in the cycles of great art is usually greater than the lifespan
of a man. Literature's step is measured in centuries. It will be said that
genius foreshadows that which comes after it. This is true, but only dialec-
tically. For one could also say that every age has the geniuses it needs in
order to define, repudiate and transcend itself. Consequently, Voltaire
was a horrible playwright when he thought he was Racine's successor and
a story-teller of genius when he made the parable a vehicle for the ideas
which were going to shatter the eighteenth century.
And even without having to use as examples the utter failures which
had their causes almost entirely in the sociology of art, creative psychology
alone could easily account for a lot of patchiness even in the best authors.
Notre-Dame-de-Paris is pretty slight compared with La Legende des siecles,
SalammbO does not come up to Madame Bavary, or Corydon to Le Journal des
faux-monnayeurs. There is no point in quibbling about these examples,
there will always be others to suit everyone's taste. Surely one can accept
the permanence of talent without confusing it with some kind of artistic
infallibility or immunity against making mistakes, which could only be
divine attributes. But God, as Sartre has already pointed out, is not an
artist! Were one to attribute to creative man, in the face of all psychological
probability, an unflagging richness of inspiration, one would have to admit
that this inspiration always comes up against a whole complex of particular
circumstances which make the result, in the cinema, a thousand times
more chancy than in painting or in literature.
Inversely, there is no reason why there should not exist - and sometimes
there do - flashes in the pan in the work of otherwise mediocre film-
makers. Results of a fortunate combination of circumstances in which
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fleeting brilliancies do not prove all that much about personal creative
qualities; they are not, however, intrinsically inferior to others - and
probably would not seem so if the critics had not begun by reading the
signature at the bottom of the painting.
Well, what is true of literature is even truer of the cinema, to the extent
that this art, the last to come on to the scene, accelerates and multiplies
the evolutionary factors that are common to all the others. In fifty years
the cinema, which started with the crudest forms of spectacle (primitive
but not inferior), has had to cover the same ground as the play or the
novel and is often on the same level as they are. Within this same period,
its technical development has been of a kind that cannot compare with
that of any traditional art within a comparable period (except perhaps
architecture, another industrial art). Under such conditions, it is hardly
surprising that the genius will burn himself out ten times as fast, and that
a director who suffers no loss of ability may cease to be swept along by
the wave. This was the case with Stroheim, Abel Gance and Orson Welles.
We are now beginning to see things in enough perspective to notice a
curious phenomenon: a film-maker can, within his own lifetime, be
refloated by the following wave. This is true of Abel Gance or Stroheim,
whose modernity is all the more apparent nowadays. I am fully aware
that this only goes to prove their quality of auteur, but their eclipse still
cannot be entirely explained away by the contradictions of capitalism or
the stupidity of producers. If one keeps a sense of proportion, one sees
that the same thing has happened to men of genius in the cinema as
would have happened to a 120-year-old Racine writing Racinian plays in
the middle of the eighteenth century. Would his tragedies have been
better than Voltaire's? The answer is by no means dear-cu\"; but I bet they
would not have been.
One can justifiably point to Chaplin, Renoir or Clair. But each of them
was endowed with further gifts that have little to do with genius and
which were precisely the ones that -2nabled them to adapt themselves to
the predicament of film production. Of course, the case of Chaplin was
unique since, as both auteur and producer, he has been able to be both
the cinema and its evolution.
It follows, then, according to the most basic laws of the psychology of
creation, that, as the objective factors of genius are much more likely to
modify themselves in the cinema than in any other art, a rapid maladjust-
ment between the film-maker and the cinema can occur, and this can
abruptly affect the quality of his films as a result. Of course 1 admire
Confidential Report, and I can see the same qualities in it as I see in Citizen
Kane. But Citizen Kane opened up a new era of American cinema, and
Confidential Report is a film of only secondary importance.
But let's pause a moment on this assertion - it may, I feel, allow us to
get to the heart of the matter. I think that not only would the supporters
of the politique des auteurs refuse to agree that Confidential Report is an
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inferior film to Citizen Kane;5 they would be more eager to claim the
contrary, and I can well see how they would go about it. As Confidential
Report is Welles's sixth film, one can assume that a certain amount of
progress has already been made. Not only did the Welles of 1953 have
more experience of himself and of his art than in 1941, but however great
was the freedom he was able to obtain in Hollywood Citizen Kane cannot
help remaining to a certain extent an RKO product. The film would never
have seen the light of day without the co-operation of some superb tech-
nicians and their just as admirable technical apparatus. Gregg Toland, to
mention only one, was more than a little responsible for the final result.
On the other hand, Confidential Report is completely the work of Welles.
Until it can be proved to the contrary, it will be considered a priori a
superior film because it is more personal and because Welles's personality
can only have matured as he grew older.
As far as this question is concerned, I can only agree with my young
firebrands when they state that age as such cannot diminish the talent of
a film-maker, and react violently to that critical prejudice which consists
in always finding the works of a young or mature film-maker superior to
the films of an old man. It has been said that Monsieur Verdoux was not
up to The Gold Rush; people have criticized The River and Carrosse d'orl
saying they miss the good old days of La RegIe du jeu. Eric Rohmer has
found an excellent answer to this: 'The history of art offers no example,
as far as I know, of an authentic genius who has gone through a period
of true decline at the end of his career; this should encourage us rather
to detect, beneath what seems to be clumsy or bald, the traces of that
desire for simplicity that characterizes the "last manner" of painters such
as Titian, Rembrandt, Matisse or Bonnard, composers such as Beethoven
and Stravinsky .. .' (Cahiers 8, 'Renoir Americain'). What kind of absurd
discrimination has decided that film-makers alone are victims of a senility
that other artists are protected from? There do remain the exceptional
cases of dotage, but they are much rarer than is sometimes supposed.
When Baudelaire was paralysed and unable to utter anything other than
his 'ere nom', was he any less Baudelairean? Robert Mallet tells us how
Valery Larbaud, Joyce's translator into French, struggling against paralysis
after twenty years of immobility and silence, had managed to build up for
himself a vocabulary of twenty simple words. With these, he was still able
to bring out some extraordinarily shrewd literary judgments. In fact, the
few exceptions one could mention only go to prove the rule. A great talent
matures but does not grow old. There is no reason why this law of artistic
psychology should not also be valid for the cinema. Criticism that is based
implicitly on the hypothesis of senility cannot hold water. It is rather the
opposite postulate that ought to be stated: we should say that when We
think we can discern a decline it is our own critical sense that is at fault
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since an impoverishment of inspiration is a very unlikely phenomenon.
From this point of view, the bias of the politique des auteurs is very fruitfUl,
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and I will stick up for them against the naIvete, the foolishness even, of
the prejudices they are fighting.
But, always remembering this, one has nevertheless to accept that
certain indisputable 'greats' have suffered an eclipse or a loss of their
powers. I think what I have already said in this article may point to the
reason for this. The drama does not reside in the growing old of men but
in that of the cinema: those who do not know how to grow old with it
will be overtaken by its evolution. This is why it has been possible for
there to have been a series of failures leading to complete catastrophe
without it being necessary to suppose that the genius of yesterday has
become an imbecile. Once again, it is simply a question of the appearance
of a clash between the subjective inspiration of the creator and the objec-
tive situation of the cinema, and this is what the politique des auteurs refuses
to see. To its supporters Confidential Report is a more important film than
Citizen Kane because they justifiably see more of Orson Welles in it. In
other words, all they want to retain in the equation auteur plus subject =
work is the auteur, while the subject is reduced to zero. Some of them will
pretend to grant me that, all things being equal as far as the is
concerned, a good subject is naturally better than a bad one, but the more
outspoken and foolhardy among them will admit that it very much looks
as if they prefer small 'B' films, where the banality of the scenario leaves
more room for the personal contribution of the author.
Of course I will be challenged on the very concept of auteur. I admit
that the equation I just used was artificial, just as much so, in fact, as the
distinction one learnt at school between form and content. To benefit from
the politique des auteurs one first has to be worthy of it, and as it happens
this school of criticism claims to distinguish between true auteurs and
directors, even talented ones: Nicholas Ray is an auteur, Huston is
supposed to be only a director; Bresson and are autt?urs, Clement
is only a great director, and so on. So this c0l1.ception of the author is
not compatible with the auteur/subject distinction, because it is of greater
importance to find out if a director is of entering the select group
of auteurs than it is to judge how well he has used his material. To a
certain extent at least, the auteur is a subject to himself; whatever the
scenario, he always tells the same story, or, in case the word 'story' is
confUSing, let's say he has the same attitude and passes the same moral
judgments on the action and on the characters. Jacques Rivette has said
that an auteur is someone who speaks in the first person. It's a good
definition; let's adopt it.
The politique des auteurs consists, in short, of choosing the personal factor
in artistic creation as a standard of reference, and then assuming that it
continues and even progresses from one film to the next. It is recognized
that there do exist certain important films of quality that escape this test,
but these will systematically be considered inferior to those in which the
personal stamp of the auteur, however run-of-the-mill the scenario, can be
perceived even minutely.
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Lincoln', originally published in Cal1iers 223, August 1970, translated in Screen,
vol. 13, no. 3, Autumn 1972, reprinted in Screen Reader 1 and Nichols, Movies
and Methods.
8 See, for example, Kast's polemic against Truffaut's 'dogmatism' about The Wild
One, and his own respect for the film in the terms offered by 'Flattering the
Fuzz', in Cahiers 36, June 1954.
9 Jean-Louis Comolli and Jean Narboni, 'Cinema/Ideology/Criticism (1)', orig-
inally published in Cahiers 216, October 1969, translated in Screen, vol. 12, no.
1, Spring 1971, reprinted in Screen Reader 1 and Nichols, Movies and Methods.
10 Andre Bazin, 'Comment peut-on etre Hitchcocko-Hawksien?', Cahiers 44,
February 1955.
11 Cahiers 39, October 1954.
12 Bazin, op. cit., p. 18.
13 Ibid.
14 Edward Buscombe, 'Ideas of Authorship', Screen, vol. 14, no. 3, Autumn 1973,
reprinted in Caughie, Theories of Authorship.
15 See, for example, Fereydoun Hoveyda, 'Les Taches du soleiL Cahiers 110,
August 1960.
16 Robin Wood, Howard Hawks, see particularly introduction, pp. 7-16.
17 See, for example, Jim Kitses, Horizons West, London, Seeker & Warburg, 1969,
and Colin McArthur, Underworld USA, London, Seeker & Warburg, 1972.
18 Luc Moullet, 'Sam Fuller: In Marlowe's Footsteps', Cahiers 93, March 1959, Ch.
20 in this volume.
19 Cf. the 'revolutionary humanism' Bazin claimed for Italian neo-realism, in 'The
Evolution of the Language of Cinema' in Bazin, What is Cinema? Vol. 1.
20 Robin Wood expresses a similar view in the introductory paragraph of his essay
on Ugetsu Monogatari and Sansho Dayu, 'The Ghost Princess and the Seaweed
Gatherer' in Wood, Personal Views, London, Gordon Fraser, 1976.
21 Michel Mourlet, 'Sur un art ignore', Cahiers 98, August 1959, p. 27.
22 See, for example, Fereydoun Hoveyda on Les 400 coups, 'The First Person
Plural', Ch. 4 in this volume.
23 Jacques Rivette, 'The Essential', Cahiers 32, February 1954, Ch. 17 in this
volume.
24 Originally published in L'Ecran Franfais, no. 144, 1948, translated in Graham,
Nw Wave.
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It is far from being my intention to deny the positive attitude and
methodological qualities of this bias. First of all, it has the great merit of
treating the cinema as an adult art and of reacting against the impression-
istic relativism that still reigns over the majority of film reviews. I admit
that the explicit or admitted pretension of a critic to reconsider the
production of a film-maker with every new film in the light of his judgment
has something presumptuous about it that recalls Ubu. I am also quite
willing to admit that if one is human one cannot help doing this, and,
short of giving up the whole idea of actually criticizing, one might as well
take as a starting point the feelings, pleasant or unpleasant, one feels
personally when in contact with a film. Okay, but only on condition that
these first impressions are kept in their proper place. We have to take
them into consideration, but we should not use them as a basis. In other
words, every critical act should consist of referring the film in question to
a scale of values, but this reference is not merely a matter of intelligence;
the sureness of one's judgment arises also, or perhaps even first of all (in
the chronological sense of the word), from a general impression experi-
enced during a film. I feel there are two symmetrical heresies, which are
(a) objectively applying to a film a critical all-purpose yardstick, and (b)
considering it sufficient simply to state one's pleasure or disgust. The first
denies the role of taste, the second presupposes the superiority of the
critic's taste over that of the author. Coldness ... or presumption!
What I like about the politique des auteurs is that it reacts against the
impressionist approach while retaining the best of it. In fact the scale of .
values it proposes is not ideological. Its starting-point is an appreciation
largely composed of taste and sensibility: it has to discern the contribution
of the artist as such, quite apart from the qualities of the subject or the
technique: i.e. the man behind the style. But once one has made this
distinction, this kind of cnticism is doomed to beg the question, for it
assumes at the start of its analysis that the film is automatically good as
it has been made by an auteur. And so the yardstick applied to the film is
the aesthetic portrait of the film-maker deduced from his previous films.
This is all right so long as there has been no mistake about promoting this
film-maker to the status of auteur. For it is objectively speaking safer to
trust in the genius of the artist than in one's own critical intelligence. And
this is where the politique des auteurs falls in line with the system of 'criticism
by beauty'; in other words, when one is dealing with a genius, it is always
a good method to presuppose that supposed weakness in a work of art
is nothing other than a beauty that one has not yet managed to under-
stand. But as I have shown, this method had its limitations even in
traditionally individualistic arts such as literature, and all the more so in
the cinema where the sociological and historical cross-currents are count-
less. By giving such importance to 'B' films, the politique des auteurs reco-
gnizes and confirms this dependence a cOl1irario.
Another point is that as the criteria of the politique des auteurs are very
difficult to formulate the whole thing becomes highly hazardous. It is
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significant that our finest writers on Cahiers have been practising it for
three or four years now and have yet to produce the main corpus of its
theory. Nor is one particularly likely to forget how Rivette suggested we
should admire Hawks: 'The evidence on the screen is proof of Hawks's
genius: you only have to watch Monkey Business to know that it is a brilliant
film. Some people refuse to admit this, however; they refuse to be satisfied
by proof. There can't be any other reason why they don't recognize it ... '6
You can see the danger: an aesthetic personality cult.
But that is not the main point, at least to the extent that the politique des
auteurs is practised by people of taste who know how to watch their step.
It is its negative side that seems the most serious to me. It is unfortunate
to praise a film that in no way deserves it, but the dangers are less far-
reaching than when a worthwhile film is rejected because its director has
made nothing good up to that point. I am not denying that the champions
of the politique des auteurs discover or encourage a budding talent when
they get the chance. But they do systematically look down on anything
in a film that comes from a common fund and which can sometimes be
entirely admirable, just as it can be utterly detestable. Thus, a certain kind
of popular American culture lies at the basis of Minnelli's Lust for Life, but
another more spontaneous kind of culture is also the principle of American
comedy, the Western, and the gangster film. And its influence here is
b.eneficial, for it is this that gives these cinematic genres their vigour and
nchness, resulting as they do from an artistic evolution that has always
been in wonderfully close harmony with its public. And so one can read
a review in Cahiers of a Western by Anthony Mann (and God knows I like
Anthony Mann's Westerns!)? as if it were not above all a Western, i.e. a
whole collection of conventions in the script, the acting, and the direction.
I know very well that in a film magazine one may be permitted to skip
such mundane details; but they should at least be implied, whereas what
in fact happens is that their existence is glossed over rather sheepishly,
as though they were a rather ridiculous necessity that it would be incon-
gruous to mention. In any case, they '\ivill look down on, or treat conde-
any Western by a dirf'ct.or who is not yet approved, even if it
IS as round and smooth an egg. Well, what is Stagecoach if not an
ultra-classical in 1.vhich the art of Ford consists simply of raising
characters and situahons to an absolute degree of perfection;8 and while
sitting on the Censorship Committee I have seen some admirable West-
erns, more or less anonymous and off the beaten track, but displaying a
wonderful knowledge of the conventions of the genre and respecting the
style from beginning to end.
. Paradoxically, the supporters of the politique des auteurs admire the Amer-
Ican cinema, where the restrictions of production are heavier than
anywhere else. It is also true that it is the country where the greatest
technical possibilities are offered to the director. But the one does not
cancel out the other. I do however admit that freedom is greater in Holly-
wood than it is said to be, as long as one knows how to detect its
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manifestations, and I will go so far as to say that the tradition of genres
is a base of operations for creative freedom. The American cinema is a
classical art, but why not then admire in it what is most admirable, i.e.
not only the talent of this or that film-maker, but the genius of the system,
the richness of its ever-vigorous tradition, and its fertility when it comes
into contact with new elements - as has been proved, if proof there need
be, in such films as An American in Paris, The Seven Year Itch and Bus Stop.
True, Logan is lucky enough to be considered an auteur, or at least a
budding auteur. But then when Picnic or Bus Stop get good reviews the
praise does not go to what seems to me to be the essential point, i.e. the
social truth, which of course is not offered as a goal that suffices in itself
but is integrated into a style of cinematic narration just as pre-war America
was integrated into American comedy.
To conclude: the politique des auteurs seems to me to hold and defend
an essential critical truth that the cinema needs more than the other arts,
precisely because an act of true artistic creation is more uncertain and
vulnerable in the cinema than elsewhere. But its exclusive practice leads
to another danger: the negation of the film to the benefit of praise of its
auteur. I have tried to show why mediocre auteurs can, by accident, make
admirable films, and how, conversely, a genius can fall victim to an equally
accidental sterility. I feel that this useful and fruitful approach, quite apart
from its polemical value, should be complemented by other approaches
to the cinematic phenomenon which will restore to a film its quality as a
work of art. This does not mean one has to deny the role of the auteur,
but simply give him back the preposition without which the noun auteur
remains but a halting concept. Auteur, yes, but what of?
Translated by Peter Graham
Notes
1 Eric Rohmer, 'Les Lecteurs des Cahiers et la politique des auteurs', Cahiers 63,
October 1956, pp. 54-8.
2 Jean Domarchi, 'Monsieur Vincent', Cahiers 68, February 1957, pp. 44-6.
3 Eric Rohmer, 'Lec:;on d'un echec: a propos de Moby Dick', Cahiers 67, January
1957, pp. 23-8.
4 Jean Domarchi, 'Le Fer dans la plaie', Cahiers 63, October 1956, pp. 18-28,
translated in this volume as 'Knife in the Wound' (Ch. 30).
5 Cf. Eric Rohmer, 'Une Fable du XXe siecle' (on Confidential Report), Cahiers 61,
July 1956, pp. 37-40; d. Cahiers' 'All-Time Best Films' in Appendix 1 in this
volume.
6 Jacques Rivette, 'Genie de Howard Hawks', Cahiers 23, May 1953, pp. 16--23,
translated in this volume as 'The Genius of Howard Hawks' (Ch. 16).
7 Cf. Andre Bazin, 'Beaute d'un western' (on Mann's The Man from Laramie),
Calliers 55, January 1956, pp. 33-6, translated in this volume as 'Beauty of a
Western' (Ch. 22).
8 Cf. Andre Bazin, 'Evolution du Western', Cahiers 54, Christmas 1955, pp. 22-6,
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Rivette: Exchanges about
Kurosawa and Mizoguchi
Luc Moullet: on Kurosawa's Living
(from 'Petit journal du cinema' report on
Cinematheque, Cahiers du Cinema 68,
February 1957)
Setting up a Kurosawa retrospective was an excellent idea: of his work we
in France knew only Rashomon, The Seven Samurai and Record of a Living
Being (lkimono no kiroku). Drunken Angel (Yoidore tenshi, 1948) and Living
(lkiru, 1952) were preceded by a flattering reputation which had increased
our impatience. Well, in the event it's a total disaster, which is a bit difficult
to account for. Drunken Angel never rises above the level of mediocrity and
is completely lacking in interest: its aesthetic pretensions, especially in the
dream sequence and the hero's death scene, surpass in their grotesqueness
anything even the European cinema has produced. But Living is the ulti-
mate in absurdity. We know it is the story of a broken-down old civil
servant, suffering from cancer and trying to achieve something before
he dies. Struggling against all the bureaucratic red tape, he succeeds in
establishing the idea of a public park for the kids in a poor district of
Tokyo. He dies the day it is opened. Up to this point it is all quite
innocuouS. But the film is nearly two and a half hours long, and for the
last five reels we are treated to ... an absolutely flabbergasting funeral
meal. Here the director's misanthropy goes to such extremes that it quickly
turns against him. As for the ending with the swing, confronted by such
a piece of idiocy and affectation the audience is left speechless. The real
Japanese cinema is elsewhere.
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Andre Bazin: on Kurosawa's Living
(from 'Petit journal du cinema', Cahiers du
Cinema 69, March 1957)
What had put our friend Moullet so out of humour when he penned that
note for the last 'Petit Journal' column on the Kurosawa retrospective at
the Cinematheque? Since he was the only one to go and see it, no one
could contradict him, and all the more so as at Cahiers the director of
Rashomon is somewhat the victim of a prejudice which works to the advan-
tage of the tender, musical Mizoguchi. I shall return to this opposition
later, and for the moment shall only point out that the Cinematheque's
interesting initiative should, precisely, have allowed us to revise our
opinion of Kurosawa, who was quite inadequately known in France by
only two films: Rashomon and The Seven Samurai.
But there is, in fact, no doubt that these two productions both attest to
an extremely skilful and deliberate Westernism. This concern is very well
explained and analysed in the outstanding little book by Shinobu and
Marcel Giuglaris (Le Cinema japonais, 1896-1955, Paris, Editions du Cerf,
1956). Kurosawa Akira, who belongs to a relatively young generation (he
was born in 1910, while Mizoguchi has just died aged fifty-eight), is
practically a post-war director. He is evidently very much influenced by
Western cinema of the thirties, and perhaps even more by American films
than by neo-realism. His admiration for John Ford, Fritz Lang and Chaplin
in particular is clear enough. But this is not a passive influence. What
matters for him is not just absorbing it; his intention is to use it to transmit
back to us an image of Japanese tradition and culture that we can assimilate
visually and mentally. He succeeds in doing this so well with Rashomon
that this film can truly be said to have opened the gates of the West to
the Japanese cinema. But in its wake came many other films - notably
Mizoguchi's - which have revealed to us a production which, if not more
authentic, is at any rate more characteristic and more pure. From then on
ingratitude carne easily; and just as it has been the done thing to condemn
the snobbery of exoticism in the glamour of the Japanese cinema, in
Kurosawa it is his reverse exoticism that has been attacked, in other words
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his compromises with the rhetoric of Western cinema. These compromises
were even more in evidence in The Seven Samurai, which, at a secondary
level, was a John Ford Western on a feudal theme.
I do not know whether it was this ensemble of critical prejudices -
which I myself shared in part - that blinded Moullet as he watched the
films screened at the Cinematheque, but the fact remains that, for one of
them at least, I am obliged to bring to bear a radically different testimony.
This is in relation to Living, which Moullet coolly describes as the ulti-
mate in absurdity, while I find it the most beautiful, most accomplished
and most moving Japanese film that it has ever been my lot to see, at any
rate among the productions of the modern cycle.
But first of all I want to point out that here the script is in fact a
contemporary one and that this immediacy radically modifies the
disturbing problem of influences. Without any doubt, for a multitude of
profound reasons, Living is a specifically Japanese film, but what is striking
about this work and what one cannot fail to be aware of is the universal
value of its message. To be more precise, Living is Japanese in the same
way that M was German or Citizen Kane American. There is no need for
any mental translation from one mode of culture to another for both the
specific inspiration and the general meaning to be simultaneously clearly
legible. The international character of Living is not geographical but
geological; its source is at the depth of the subterranean moral stratum
where Kurosawa knew it was to be found. But since he is also dealing
with men of our time, contemporaries with whom a face-to-face encounter
is only hours away by plane, Kurosawa is also within his rights to draw,
now and then, on international film rhetoric, just as James Joyce drew on
the vocabulary of many languages in order to re-invent English, an English
that could be said to be already translated and yet untranslatable.
And this is perhaps why in 1952 Living could be ranked first among the
ten best national films by the Japanese critics, whose reservations about
Samurai films for festivals - and notably Rashomon - are known. So that I
wonder whether, instead of regarding Kurosawa's cosmopolitanism as a
commercial compromise, albeit of superior quality, we should not rather
see it from ncnv on as a dialectical progression pointing the way forward
for the Japanese cinema. When it comes to my personal taste, I still
perhaps prefer Mizoguchi's style, like the pure Japanese music of his
inspiration, but I surrender before the breadth of intellectual, moral and
aesthetic perspectives opened up by a film like Living, which is suffused
with values that are incomparably more important, in its script just as
much as in its form.
I won't corne back to Moullet's little resume which, after all, is no more
unfaithful to the film's subject than can be helped when it is taken out of
the context in which it was made. But I shall draw your attention to the
fact that there is in a sense an inversion of the Faust theme. What the old
doctor desires is to rediscover his youth so that he can live his life evilly.
The hero of Living knows he is condemned and quite innocently tries to
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find how, in the few months he has left, he can know the life that ha::.-
been unknown to him. If he discovers that the simplest thing is, as a
public official, to do the good deed that is within his power, it is not that
good tempts him more than evil, but because a young, simple creature
has revealed to him the meaning of the mosi modest creation. Unwittingly,
and unknown to everyone, this old fellow becomes a saint, because it is
the shortest route from himself to life.
One can see all the pitfalls such a theme might hold: sentimentality,
melodrama, moralism, social problem. All these dangers are more than
avoided: fhey are transcended, and this is thanks to narrative structures
of an intelligence that left me open-mouthed with astonishment. What
Moullet calls 'the interminable funeral', which in fact takes up nearly half
the film, is an unbelievably bold piece of story-telling. For a whole hour
we watch and listen to friends, relatives and colleagues who have come
to the funeral, as they talk about the dead man. All the while drinking
rice wine and nibbling little cakes. Of course, these conversations are
intercut with flashbacks which gradually reveal to us what the hero did
before his death, and thereby his true personality. But each of these
flashbacks is quite short, and they in no way reduce the guests' discussion
to a mere device of presentation. Thus the substance of the film is just as
much in the present as in the past, and the narrative tension derives from
the convergence which is progressively drawn between the secret truth of
the reality evoked and the understanding of it which the observers gradu-
ally acquire. At the end, they have at last understood the dead man's
secret: he knew he was to die and had sacrificed the last days of his life
to an exemplary task. But by then too they are all drunk, and this truth
exalts only very worthy drunkards who will have forgotten it tomorrow.
There is a lot more to be said about Living - notably about the role of
time in the story, which is so different from Western dramatic conventions
with their artificial symmetries, yet without a single minute that could be
considered gratuitous. This composition is only more skilful and more
delicate. But it is truly to be hoped that some French distributor will be
wise enough before long to offer this masterpiece to the public, and we
will then have the opportunity to return to it.
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Jacques Rivette: 'Mizoguchi
Viewed from Here'
('Mizoguchi vu d'ici', Cahiers du Cinema 81,
March 1958)
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How does one talk about Mizoguchi without falling into a double trap:
the jargon of the specialist or that of the humanist? It may be that his
films owe something to the tradition or the spirit of No or Kabuki; but
then who is to teach us the deep meaning of those traditions, and is it
not a case of trying to explain the unknown by the unknowable? What is
beyond doubt is that Mizoguchi's art is based on the play of personal
genius within the context of a dramatic tradition. But will wanting to
approach it in terms of the national culture and to find in it above all such
great universal values make us any the wiser? That men are men wherever
they may be is something we might have predicted; to be surprised by it
only tells us something about ourselves. .
But these films - which tell us, in an alien tongue, stories that are
completely foreign to our customs and way of life - do talk to us in a
familiar language. What language? The only one to which a film-maker
should lay claim when all is said and done: the language of mise en scene.
For modern artists did not discover African fetishes through a conversion
to idols, but because those unusual objects moved them as sculptures. If
music is a universal idiom, so too is mise en scene: it is this language, and
not Japanese, that has to be learned to understand 'Mjzoguchi'. A
language held in common, but here brought to a degree of purity that our
Western cinema has known only rarely.
Some will object: why retrieve only Mizoguchi from those hazardous
probings that are our visions of Japanese cinema? But is Japanese cinema
all that foreign to us anyway? It is in a language close to it, but not the
same, that other film-makers speak to us: exoticism accounts sufficiently
for the superficial tone that separates a Tadashi Imai (Darkness at Noon/
Mahiru 110 ankoku) from a Cayatte, a Heinosuke Gosho (Where Chimneys are
Seen!Entotsu 11i mieru basho) from a Becker, a Mikio Naruse (MotherIO-kasan)
from a Le Chanois, a Teinosuke Kinugasa (Gate of Hell/Jigokumon) from
a Christian-Jague, indeed a Satoru Yamamura (The Crab-canning Factory!
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Kanikosen) from a Raymond Bernard. We may perhaps leave out Kaneto
Shindo (Children of HiroshimalGenbaku no ko) and Keisuke Kinoshita (Site
Was Like a Wild ChrysallthemumlNogiku no gotoki kimi nariki); the unfam-
iliarity of their inflexions, however, owes more to preciosity than to thl'
impulse of a personal voice. It is, in short, the best-indexed language of
Western cinema: the classic case being Kurosawa, passing from European
classics to contemporary 'adventure' films with the peevish and humour-
less affectation of an Autant-Lara. Moreover, just compare his Samurai
films with the historical films of Mizoguchi, where one would search in
vain for any trace of a duel or for the smallest grunt (those 'picturesque'
qualities that made for the facile success of The Seven Samurai, of which
we may now rightly ask whether it was especially aimed at the export
market), and where an acute sense of the past is achieved by means of a
disconcerting and almost Rossellinian simplicity.
Enough of comparisons: the little Kurosawa-Mizoguchi game has had
its day. Let the latest champions of Kurosawa withdraw from the match;
one can only compare what is comparable and equal in ambition. Mizo-
guchi alone imposes the sense of a specific language and world, answer-
able only to him.
Mizoguchi charms us because in the first place he makes no effort to
charm us, and never makes any concession to the viewer. Alone, it seems,
of all the Japanese film-makers to stay within his own traditions (Yang
Kwei-Fei is part of the national repertoire by the same token as our Cid),
he is also the only one who can thus lay claim to true universality, which
is that of the individual. .
His is the world of the irremediable; but in it, destiny is not at the
same moment fate: neither Fate nor the Furies. There is no subn1issive
acceptance, but the road to reconciliation; what do the stories of the ten
films we now know matter? Everything in them takes place in a pure time
which is that of the eternal present: there, past and future time often
mingle their waters, one and the same meditation on duration runs
through them all; all end with the serene joy of one \",ho has conqtlt'red
the illusory phenomena of perspectives. The only suspensl' is tll.lt irre-
pressible line rising towards a certain level of ecstasy, the 'correspondence'
of those final notes, those harmonies held without end, which are never
completed, but expire with the breath of the musician.
Everything finally comes together in that search for the central place,
where appearances, and what we call 'nature' (Dr shame, lH dl'Lllh), dre
reconciled with man, a quest like that of German high Romanticism, and
that of a Rilke, an Eliot; one which is also that of the camera - placed
always at the exact point so that the slightest shift inflects all the lines of
space, and upturns the secret face of the world and of its gods.
An art of modulation.
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Alexandre Astruc: 'What is mise en
scene?'
('Qu'est-ce que la mise en scene?', Cahiers
du Cinema 100, October 1959)
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One doesn't need to have made a lot of films to realize that there is no
such thing as mise en scene, that actors can do quite well without it and
that any chief cameraman knows how to position the camera to get the
appropriate shot, that the continuity between shots takes care of itself,
etc. Mizoguchi and Ophuls obviously understood this very quickly and
then moved on to what really interested them .... Watching how people
act? ... Not exactly. It could more aptly be described as presenting them,
watching how they act and at the same time what makes them' act.
The difference between the cinema and anything else - including the
novel - is, primarily, the impossibility of telling a lie, and secondly the
absolute certainty, shared by the spectator and the author alike, that on
the screen everything will be resolved with time. If the director - the film-
maker - actually intervenes anywhere in the making of the film it is
essentially here. He runs a course between two realities: the image through
which he observes the world and the duration within which the resolution
comes.
\tVithin which he does not, however, destroy: the slow erosion of truth
which is the art of a Proust and which explodes in someone like Faulkner
presu pposes the novel written in words, the fragments of eternity. While
it may hold and fix the real, it does so only at the cost of an unceasing
effort of decomposition and destruction of forms, a relentless advance and
assault on a vocabulary whose debris is carried drifting in the current.
The camera fixes; it does not transcend, it looks. One has to be naive
to imagine that the systematic use of an 18.5 lens will make things any
different from what they are. In exchange, it never lies. What is caught
by the lens is the movement of the body - an immediate revelation, like
all that is physical: the dance, a woman's look, the change of rhythm in
a walk, beauty, truth, etc.
The cinema assumes a certain trust in the world just as it is. Even in
the midst of ugliness and poverty; it uncovers that strange and cruel
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tenderness, that terrible of Hiroshima, where some rapi
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tracking shots in the heart of a city, and the voice of a woman, are enoug
to dissipate so many horrors and to bring about a change in the landscap
so that, quite naturally, it becomes organized into a human perspectivE
and some strange seductive force makes it seem that, quite naturally, a
that is still an expectation here will some day be completely fulfilled.
One of the most beautiful films in the world has been made by an 01,
Japanese director, the author of some hundred or so films, with, I ar
certain, no other desire than properly to practise his craft. It takes anI
five minutes for Ugetsu mOl1ogatari to demonstrate clearly the meaning e
mise en scene - for some at any rate: a certain way of extending states e
mind into movements of the body. It is a song, a rhythm, a dancE
Mizoguchi is well aware that what is expressed in physical violence canne
be made to lie. It is not character, it is not self-knowledge, but the
irresistible movement that casts itself ever forward along the same path!
in the pursuit of fulfilment - or destruction. I imagine that what interest
him - after so many films - is no longer even this spectacle itself, but th
impossibility of turning away and ceasing to contemplate it. It is possibl
that a writer writes to free himself - for a director it is never quite tha
In the tenderness or in the horror of the universe that he exploits he hCl
to meet what one might call a kind of willingness or complicity, but whie
for the artist is never anything but the source of the greatness that obsess4:
him and which he believes he can reveal.
Then what happens to technique? It ceases to be a way of showing
or of concealing. Style is not simply a means of making beautiful what:
ugly, and vice versa. Not one director in the world will trust photograph
if the limits of his ambition go beyond competing with picture postcar&
Or even the development of an awareness: tracking shots are not note!
or references at the foot of a page. I rather think that the only function (
technique is to generate that mysterious distance between the author an
his characters - whose fluctuations and mad ra'.:t:'s through the fore!
seem to be accompanied by the movements of the camera with sue
fidelity.
Seem: for the strength and the greatness of this universe which reappeal
in film after film comes from the author's constant domination of il
elements. He bends them - not perhaps to his own vision - Mizoguchi .
a film director, not a novelist - but to a certain need to draw back froJ
them, wisdom or the will to wisdom. So the tragic poem draws its for(
from the apparent insensitivity and coldness of the artist, who seems t
have taken up his position, camera in hand, at the bend in the rive
surveying the plain from where the actors in the drama will emerge.
The exquisite and moving s\'\'eetness of Ugetsu mOl1ogatari consists, as i
some Westerns, in that irrevocab!t> slowness that urges on, maybe
violence and anger, a handful of individuals whose destiny is insignifican
But Mizoguchi knows very well that ultimately it matters little
his films end well, just as he does not worry whether the strongest bone
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between himself and his characters are those of tenderness or of contempt.
He is like the voyeur who sees pleasure reflected in the face of the one
. he watches, even though he is well aware that it is more than this reflection
that he seeks: perhaps it is quite simply the wearying confirmation of
something that he has always known but cannot resist making sure of.
So I see mise en scene as a means of making the spectacle one's own - but
then what artist doesn't know that what is seen matters less, not than the
way of seeing, but than a particular way of needing to see and to show.
Between the canvas and the figures that obsess him, what the hand of
the painter brings is not a different manner of looking, but a new dimen-
sion. A Manet painting is not 'nature observed by a particular tempera-
ment', it is a thoroughfare for an aesthetic will, as irreducible to themes
as it is to the secret motivations of the artist, which perhaps sustain but
never exhaust it. Mise en scene isn't necessarily the will to give a new
meaning to the world, but nine times out of ten it is built on the secret
certainty of holding some fragment of truth, first about man, and then
about the work of art - indissolubly linked. Mizoguchi uses violence,
rapacity or sexual desire to express on the screen what he can release only
on condition that he meets those elements. But it would be absurd to say
that violence is the subject of his films. If he needs it, it is like the
alcoholic's need to drink: not to become drunk, but to feed his drunken-
ness. With him, as with the great masters of the screen, it is never the
plot, nor the form, nor even the effect that matters, nor even the possibility
of placing frenzied characters within an extreme situation: Mizoguchi, like
all Orientals, scorns psychology and verisimilitude. He needs violence as
the key that will open the door to another world. But as in Baroque
painting, the rain of the storm lashing on to those grimacing faces and
those crippled bodies is the harbinger of calm. Beyond desire and violence,
the world of the Japanese director, like the world of Murnau, lets the veil
of indifference descend once more, through which, in a cinema that could
be described as 'exotic', metaphysics makes a sudden intrusion.
Is there in the end such a difference between a Japanese film-maker,
master enough of his craft to be offered a seven-year Hollywood contract
- a man who is in fact very much like one's idea of a monthly salaried
engineer - and a late nineteenth-century poNe maudit? Baudelaire's opium
and Mizoguchi's craft have the same role in the end: they are pretexts,
like Proust's asthma or his homosexuality, like the yellow that intoxicated
Van Gogh - but who would say that yellow was even the subject of Van
Gogh's paintings, or their purpose? The artist seeks where he thinks to
find his conditions of creation: the director in the studio, in the brothel,
in the museum ....
The world of an artist is not the one that conditions him, but the one
which he needs in order to create and to transform perpetually into some-
thing that will obsess him even more than that by which he is obsessed.
The obsession of the artist is artistic creation.
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CinemaScope, introduced in 1953, was enthusiastically received by
popular audiences but met with a rather negative response from the
'serious' critical establishments in many countries, not least Britain. Sight
and Sound noted that it 'received more unsolicited manuscripts on Cinema-
SLope and the widescreen movement than on any other subject, and all
have expressed, in varying degrees, distrust and dislike'.1 As the enthusi-
astic articles by Truffaut, Rohmer and Rivette reprinted here make clear,
the response at Cahiers was very different, though Rohmer and Rivette
both refer to much critical response in France which echoed that of Sight
and Sound. The sharp contrast between the two journals merits some brief
comment.
The fundamental distrust of Hollywood felt by Sight and Sound - for
example, Walter Lassally: 'with the emphasis on novelty, noise and spec-
tacle, the cinema is on its way to returning to its birthplace, the fairground'2
- can be contrasted with Truffaut's response, in which a recognition of
the essentially comnwrcial nature of Hollywood Cwhere ... not even ten
metres of film are shot without a dozen gentlemen giving their opinions
eight times over and doing a recakulation of the finances') and disappoint-
ment at the mediocrity of the first films made in CinemaScope are only
preliminaries to the real question since, as Rivette argues, 'money puts
colour and sound on offer, but who imposes them, if not the film-maker,
in his desire to take up the challenge that tht.:y present to his imagination?'
Basic attitudes to film aesthetics and film history are at stake here. When
Truffaut, Rohmer and Rivette refer to attitudes to the coming of sound,
and to a certain extent colour, they adopt a distinctly Bazinian view of
film history and aesthetics, as developed in Bazin's essay on film
language.
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Rivette's idea that 'sound remedied a defect' in cinema is a
precise reprise of Bazin's thesis that, for example, Greed and The Passion
of Joan of Arc were 'virtually sound films' and that sound was a 'natural
extension' of the silent film aesthetic exemplified by film-makers like
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Stroheim, Murnau, Flaherty or Dreyer 'precisely because its aesthet
conception was not bound up with editing'.4 Bazin opposed 'directOl
who believed in the image' (that is, those relying on both editing an
'plasticity' - sets, lighting, framing, etc.) with 'those who believed i
reality',S and this is very much the aesthetic espoused here by both Rohmt
('no more will we speak of framing or lighting; instead, we \ ... ili talk abm
landscapes and light') and Rivette ('Freed from framing (and slavery I
plasticity) ... freed from editing, now sacrificed to a simple succession (
takes or fragments of cinema, and to the play of breaks - this at last
our cinema'). The supposed approximation to the perception of
reality which Bazin had welcomed in deep focus, and these writel
welcome in wide-screen and colour, is precisely what Richard Kohler
article on 'The Big Screens' in Sight and Sound refuses, on the basis that
involves the 'sacrifice' of most of the 'interpretative characteristics of th
cinema' - lighting, framing and so on.
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In this stark opposition we have, indeed, what Rivette calls 'two idee
of the cinema, two fundamentally opposed and irreconcilable ways (
loving and understanding it'. Against the defenders of what Rivette cal
'everything that habit has endowed with the illusion of the irreplaceabl
... art defined by divine right as silent, narrow, and black and white
these three Cahiers critics argue that CinemaScope (and colour) are nc
more appropriate to some subjects than to others, that nothing has bee
lost, but rather a good deal gained, at least once CinemaScope became
normal part of the technology at the film-makers' disposal.
Bazin himself, though like Truffaut disappointed by The Robe,. WB
enthusiastic on the theoretical level and saw that CinemaScope, 'beth
than depth of field, definitively destroys montage as a major element (
cinematographic discourse. Montage, in which people have wante
wrongly to see the essence of cinema, is in fact ... condemning tIl
director to the breaking up of reality. From this point of view, Cincmi
Scope inscribes itself in the logical progression of the evolu lion of til
cinema over the last fifteen years, from La Reg!!' rf'J ft:t.t to The Rest Years I
Our Lives, from Citizen Kane to Europa 'SI.'7
Cinerama came late to Frcnce, but it too ""as received seriously b
Cahiers. Bazin related Cinerarr .. "l tc theses about deep h;cu:
arguing that earlier images wele 'impr)tent in rendering space, limitin
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angle of vision, rwtmg that one is 'physiologically unable to synthesize a
the elements of the image: one must exercise one's look, not only b
turning one's eyes but by moving one's head', thus contributing, as Bazi
had argued deep focus did, to 'the "participation" of the spectator'
Richard Kohler's Sight and Sound article had steadfastly resisted the
of 'that "aesthetic distance" vital to all art'; 'by assaulting the spectator (1
the "actual" plane of consciousness, the enveloping screen in fact
him physically too much a part of the By contrast, Rohmer begir
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his article by stating that he likes 'to be enveloped in the spectacle' and
Truffaut's 'full view' requires getting close to the screen.
Leaving aside the ultimate validity of Bazin's theses about realism in
film, in retrospect it seems clear that on the question of CinemaScope
Cahiers was right and Sight and Sound was wrong. The differing responses
of the two journals go a long way to explaining why in the 1950s Cahiers
seemed stimulating and progressive while Sight and Sound seemed
academic and conservative. Kohler's contention that 'a very wide hori-
zontal screen emphasizes scenic display but can be of little use in
suggesting ideas or the course of human relationships'lO looks intellectually
ludicrously threadbare today, while Cahiers' predictions about the aesthetic
future of wide screen proved fundamentally correct.
Notes
1 'The Big Screens', Sight and Sound, vol. 24, no. 3, January-March 1955, p. 120.
2 Walter Lassally, 'The Big Screens (2)" Sight and Sound, op. cit., p. 124.
3 Andre Bazin, 'The Evolution of the Language of Cinema', in Bazin, What is
Cinema? Vol. 1.
4 Ibid., p. 38.
5 Ibid., p. 24.
6 Richard Kohler, 'The Big Screens (1)" Sight and Sound, op. cit., p. 121.
7 Andre Bazin, 'Fin du montage', Calliers 31, January 1954, p.
8 Andre Bazin, 'Un peu tard (Place au Cinerama)" Cahiers 48, pp. 46--7. <,'J
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('En avoir plein la vue', Cahiers du Cinema
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If he had been with us that morning, our greatly missed friend Jean-
George Auriol1 would have been the first to express his enthusiasm; he
was the one who always said, as he took his place in the front row of the
stalls: 'When you're at the cinema you have to make sure you get a full
view.'
Admirable sentiment, admirable maxim, completely justifying Cinema-
Scope. The more one goes to cinemas, the more one feels the need to get
close to the screen in order to mitigate the hateful critical objectivity
induced by habit that turns us into a blase audience and therefore a bad
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Here we have the closeness, still refused by some, coming to us of its
own accord, demolishing the arbitrary boundaries of the screen and
replacing them with the almost ideal - with panoramic vision.
The journalists' mistake was a grave one (and there is no need to
look elsewhere for the reasons why some people were misled). It was to
concentrate all the publicity for CinemaScope on the three-dimensional
effect, which was in fact non-existent and which would not have interested
us in the slightest. With the wide screen the cinema of its own account
reinvents the bas-relief, the essential medium of sculptural narrative, and
in the same way gives 'depth' a primacy over 'relief', ';vhich, as we have
seen in the recent films that need pOlcHoid glasses, points in the
direction of an affectation with nothing to offer us but a vision of the
world that is naively monstrous and totally unrealistic. Andre Bazin's
hypothesis that 'the screen is a mask' (analogous to Sartre's 'to speak is
to move words through silence') is still pertinent to CinemaScope. The
cinema remains a window on the world, but hasn't modern architecture
bricked up the old vertical window and opened up the window-wall, the
glass-panelled bay, whose shape is oblong (blocks of flats, Le Corbusier,
Rope, etc .... )? It's worth reminding l)urselves that the cinema is a visual
art and our natural vision is panoramic: our eyes are one beside the other,
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not one on top of the other - they complement one another along the
horizontal axis and are no use at all to each other along the vertical.
All the questions raised when one starts thinking about CinemaS cope
- the survival of the close-up, the effectiveness of camera movements, etc.
- are dissipated and all at once resolved before the fait accompli. The c1ose-
ups of Victor Mature in The Robe leave us with no doubt in our minds:
the soft focus effect is there around the faces as in Notorious; a long scene
with Lauren Bacall assures us that the two-shot is alive and well and
becoming even more interesting. .
Every work is in one way or another the story of a man's progress, and
in CinemaScope he will go far.
It is pleasant to think of the films one likes and to conclude that the
extended length of the apartment in Rope, the cars in Europa '51 and the
turning wheels of Le Carrosse d'or would all gain additional fascination.
Certainly - the extracts that have been shown prove it - the first films
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production manager or the most inventive director improvise the smallest ".
original detail on a set where - with all the money in Hollywood at stake
- not even ten metres of film is shot without a dozen gentlemen giving
their opinions eight times over and making a recalculation of the finances?
We shall have to wait for the shooting of a film in CinemaScope to be
as natural an occurrence as an ordinary flat black and white film before
directors can enjoy the same kind of freedom. We must recognize that
if CinemaScope is a commercial REVOLUTION it is also an aesthetic
EVOLUTION. If you agree that every stage of perfection must of necessity
be an effective increase in realism, then CinemaScope is a stage in that
perfection, the most important one since the introduction of sound.,
We are entering the age of wide vision. We will tum to the cinema and
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How does one become a Persian? Even more, how does llnl' accl'p'
CinemaScope? Such is my feeling on the subject that I do not entl'rt,)in
the slightest reservation, let alone the possibility of rejecting it. At the
very least the anamorphic lens will have this initial advantage: it will
finally have drawn a clearly defined boundary betv.'een two schools and
even two ideas of the cinema, two fundamentally opposed and
cilable ways of loving and understanding it. I see only one
but it is an important one: it is no longer to do with geography, but with
history. Many a plea to hold back change will be swept away to join the
nostalgic longings for the days of the silents, the lamentations for black
and white - and those who make such pleas too, if they arl" not can .. ful.
Let's be frank. The advent of CinemaScope is a mattl'r of qUitl>.1 diftefllnt
order from the start of the talkies, on the level of aesthetics, that IS: for
the talkies only confirmed an established fact, remedil'd a detect. provoo
the truth of Griffith, Murnau and Stroheim against, you might Sdy,
Chaplin or Eisenstein. It's a deaf man indeed who is not by tht!
i ," memory of Lillian Gish's clear, sparkling voice. or the nu.Ull'lS of ttw
if any hint of syntactical or literary algebra has had its day and, however
much it may displease the pedants, the cinema is not a language.
And without wishing to upset too many people I must say that when
I am in front of the CinemaScope screen I experience no regret for the old
screen, nor do I give it the slightest thought. Yet I already yearn for
CinemaScope whenever I am faced with an ordinary screen. Watching The
Naked Spur again the other day in the front row of a cinema which in fact
has a reasonably big screen, throughout the film I never shook off the
oppressive sensation of narrowness, of an intolerable appropriation of the
edges where there is room for air to circulate, of the most artificial limits
that can be imposed on the eye or the mind. What justifies CinemaScope
in the first place is our desire for it, which goes beyond the simple role
of the spectator.
There's no doubt, however, that the bitterness of the critics is justified:
they like to see what they already know; they allow of no beauty as yet
unclassified. For them beauty is classical, and they spend the greater part
of their time lamenting what is gone; what agonies to be forever denied
the satisfaction of those tedious close-ups, that framing so compliantly
subject to the laws of the golden number, everything that habit has
endowed with the illusion of the irreplaceable. But how can it fail to fire
the imagination - the idea of what is yet to come, but is promised to us,
the knowledge of all that can now happen; in these new expanses what
harm can come to that close-up, whose every artifice we know so well,
whose every inflexion is so predictable? Art lives not necessarily in what
is new, but in what is discovered; that is what unbends the most stubborn
and emboldens the most timid.
I don't want to base an argument on my own personal taste. For
example, that these new proportions inspire in me the idea of elegance
above all, and that they satisfy intellectually as much as visually; nor will
I linger over a description of the new viewpoint offered to the spectator,
and the talk scarcely seems to be about what is the essential - that is, the
fact that visual range is not extended at the expense of closeness; the
anamorphic lens is the real triumph of the wide-angle, the mark of true
film-makers. But since it is generally f.elt that CinemaScope is primarily
a problem of mIse 1:'11 sch1.e, let's talk about that.
Admittedly, The Robe is no masterpiece (though it's still better than Alan
Crosland's 1927 film). If certain documentary images are superior, it is
because it is in the logic of things that the genius of the machine bursts
out in advance of the creators' genius. Lumiere will always have more
charm than Melies, as will the raw use of the invention rather than the
later, somewhat over-ingenious applications made by its manipulators.
I'm thinking specifically of some of Negulesco's shots in the film we saw
at the Rex - they seemed to accumulate rhetorical precautions to justify a
process whose very evidence is the trump card: precautions that give rise
to su.spicion or to a feeling of redundancy. I think that in
practIce I still prefer the total absence of research and Ideas of a Koster,
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who seems hardly bothered by CinemaScope and who proves thereby,
no doubt quite involuntarily, that in effect everything is possible. Here
we have an example of how a mise en schtt' which is conventional to the
point of parody, and stupid in pldces, acquires an added dimension simply
through the anamorphic len::> - breadth and nothing more - and manages
to sum up a certain style, one that is still a.mbiguousand contused, but
indisputable. What will it be like with the added ingredient of tall"nt? I
can't see how anything should have to be sdcrificed to the nev .. ' lens in
any way imaginable. I see rather what each aspect of miS(' rrr !O(:htf' will
gain in effectiveness, in beauty, and in breadth - truly and spiritually as
well as visibly.
For this is the bone of contention: our critics acknowledge the process,
but they want to limit the damage, or else to restrict it to the ll'\'l'l of a
curiosity or an attraction that does not trespass on art (with art dl"hrwd
by divine right as silent, narrow, and black and white), to channl'l it into
certain genres and, I dare say, keep it confined to llK,ltion filrmng (yet
how can you see Rope again without immediately recogniz.lng tlw most
inspired insight into the cinema of tomorrow?). TheSt. argunwnts an.' not
new by any means, but two years after they were first tll'ard thl'n' Wl.'re
no more silent films and colour was only a matter l){ months away. For
it's the directors who decide, who alone know how to distinguish bt-twl"t.-n
what increases their powers and what limits them - and critics (ollo\\'.
They even soon discover and acclaim what had thl' nl'W tl"t.'h-
nique. LA Passion de Jeanne d'Arc has many parallels in our taml-, It won't
be long before they are claiming that our best recent films - and no doubt
all the great films in the history of the cinema - contain within thl'", l'ithl"r
an appeal to CinemaScope or nostalgia for it, that so m .. pans, lahmd
tracking shots, careful arrangements of characters OVl'r thl' surfal'l' of thl.'
screen (Le Carrosse d'or) had perhaps a meaning - even it it were lilmply
that of breadth.-' .
No, I'm not going to attempt to descnbe this cinema - not \\'hal it
will be an hour from now, far tomorrow. I am a stat .. 'nwnt:
CinemaScope, Abel Gance's triplt' SL'rt..'en, Cintr"tna - wl",h'\"'r, tlwy .In!'
always that same desire to break out of tht> ilntiLjtl.ttL'd tr.'\IJll' .md, mon.'
than that, the desire for the kind of sudden of thl' s('-I"\...,'n th.H
is like the blossoming of a Japdm.:se papt'r Hower in nmnmt:;
water. The search for depth is llut o( d.ltl'; that is .l f)
more surely than all the technical imperfections. Whdt IWW ,:ouIJ
it hope to offer directors today? After so many }'l'ars l)f- dl.'pth. Wh.ll
novelty, what challenge is there? Monev puts colour and sound on ulh . r,
but who imposes them, if not the film-maker, in his dl'sin' to t.1Kl' up thl.'
challenge that they present to his hlmsl'lf hl"\,ome
involved, then discovering, sometimes in spitl' ot thl' nl'\\' dinwn.
sions of his art? Is challenge too slim a critt.'rilln? But what Mldll'l.m.
gelo's fresco technique or Bach's (ugUt' tl'chniqul' if not tht.' nmlpulMun
to invent an answer to some vexing qUl'stion (and I'll S.lY nuthtng of th".
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infinite challenges of technique and construction - often subtle to the point
of seeming trivial - which all artists secretly impose on themselves, and
which will never be known to the public), Yes, there is the essential
element of art; 'the study of beauty is a duel ... '
It seems that the history of mise en scene is inseparable from the frenzied
exploration of that narrow corridor of space that would always close in
on the eye of the film-maker as soon as h(' looked through the lens (what
was the widest wide angle compared with thl' impatience of that look
which could take in all the breadth and of a scene in a lightning
glance?), but inseparable also from the obsession, running secretly through
the work of the greatest directors, with the spr,:ading out of that mise en
scene on the screen, the desire for a perfect perpendicular in relation to
the spectator's look. From Birth of a NatiON to Le Carrossc d'or, from the
Mumau of Tabu to the Lang of Rancho Notorious, this extreme use of the
breadth of the screen, the physical separation l)f the characters, empty
spaces distended by fear or desire, like lateral movements, all seem to me
to be - much more than depth - the language of true film-makers, and
the sign of maturity and mastery. Look at how Renoir has moved on from
Madame Bovary or La Regie du jeu to Dwry of a Chamhermaid and The River.
If, as Bresson has said, the cinema is the art of connections, then the first
are those of confrontations, looks, distances, and their variations, which
in depth are indiscernible with any precision, Of even more confused. The
use of depth, where the distorted perspective imposes on the protagonists
an often arbitrary variation in scale, dominated by disproportions, incon-
gruities, ridicule, is surely allied to a sense of the absurd; while the use
of breadth surely goes with intelligence, equilibrium, lucidity, and - by
the very openness of its relationships - with morality. Isn't that an aspect
of the eternal conflict between the baroque and the classical? And wouldn't
great mise en scene, like great painting, be Hat, hinting at depth through
slits rather than gaps?
The future opens up these questions, and others more to do with the
everyday practice of the film-makE'r. Must we expect the theatre to teach
us the lessons of a drama as vast as the univerSl'? Of course, but at the
same time the cinema would only itself if it gave up the search for
an exact and clearly articulated mode of writing of its own, the obsession
with an abstract figure, of which the work of the theatre is ignorant,
subject as it is to the logic of Jr;nna, the explaining of situations, the
showing of the scene. What can \'W hupe will come from great painting
except simply a bold example, equally f-0vPfned by mural display and the
theatre? Freed from framing (and slavNY to plasticity), now abolished in
favour of the lens; freed from editing, now sacrificed to a simple succession
of takes or fragments of cinema, and to the play of breaks - this at last is
our cinema, now forced to look for its real problems.
I am exaggerating a little. Tire Robl' clearly shows how CinemaScope
gives weight to everything, even if left to itself. Henry Koster changes
shots, regulates the camera movements according to plan, without any
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significant miscalculation, and still encounters happy accidents, unex-
pected successes. A thousand details, a thousand tricks that will soon
wear thin, are none the less proof that things will not stop there. In the
end it will be necessary te> ern bark on the search for a new breadth of
expression and attitude; above all, a contemporary breadth of expression
which will stand out on this flat backdrop. The director will learn how he
can sometimes claim the whole surface of the screen, mobilize it with his
own enthusiasm, playa game tilat is both closed and infinite - or how he
can shift the poles of the story to their opposites, create zones of silence,
areas of immobility, the provoking hiatus, the skilful break. Quickly
wearying of chandeliers and vases brought into the edges of the image
for the 'balance' of the close-ups, he will discover the beauty of the void,
of free, open spaces swept by the wind; he will know how to lay bare the
image, how to be no longer afraid of gaps or disequilibrium, and how to
multiply his transgressions against plasticity in order to obey the truths
of the cinema.
He will not waste tiP.'\e: genius is first distinguished from talent by its
haste to make use of the new f to discover with it, go beyond its time, and
to create from its material. For us the history of Technicolor is synonymous
with films of Jean Renoir, Alfred Hitchcock, Howard Hawks or Fritz Lang.
We should not complain - we already know one early inspired use of
CinemaScope: that short by Hawks on one of Marilyn's songs - three
minutes of total cinema.
For forty years the masters have shown the way. We can't reject their
example, we must fulfil it. Yes, ours will be the generation of Cinema-
Scope, the generation of metteurs en scene, at last worthy of the name, as
they move the creatures of our mind on the infinite stage of the universe.
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Cahiers du Cinema 31 , January 1954, written
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It is primarily a medical point. In putting a premium on the back rows,
the mass of cinemagoers show a devotion to health rather than aesthetics,
to the point where fanatics have trouble persuading the usherette to take
them down to the front. I like to be enveloped in the spectacle, but I do
suffer from too close a proximity to the quivering screen. This is not the
least of the reasons why I had no hesitation in welcoming the Chretien
process.
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proportions of the image. I am not going to reply by pointing out that
such a format is as familiar to painters as the old proportions, shaky since
the reduction of 1930. It is not by trimming a photograph that you convey
any idea of the panoramic screen to people who have never seen it. It is
not the frame that is modified, but the conditions of viewing. I will go
further and say that in everything that goes beyond the old limits, and is
slightly distorted by perspective, there will probably be nothing - be it
actors, objects, even sets - that the old screen would not have shown us,
My objection to the traditional frame was that it made us squash every-
thing (which is why I have always preferred lenses of short focal length).
To hell with this tyranny, this niggardly stranglehold that only the great
film-makers have managed to loosen, by whdt magic I do not
CinemaScope finaHy brings to our art the only palpable element it lacked:
air, the divine of the
No, it is not quite the three-dimensional we are aiming at. The polaroid
process would rather compress space. Anyway, I can't stand it. I have,
however, unfailingly wished that the brutality of technical invention might
deliver us, once and for all, from the superstition of the beautiful image:
'Cinema is the silent close-up', to quote the response of one of our more
experienced critics to Jacques Doniol-Va1croze in a recently broadcast radio
debate. It pains me to be the one to shake up these fixed ideas. In all
naivete I believed that many of the sounder ideas of the 'Objectif 49'
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group2 had made some headway in France, and their best work since
those days - generally done in Hollywood, alas - continues to demonstrate
the validity of those ideas. There was potential CinemaScope in La Regie
du jeu, The Magnificent Ambersons and Rope. But not just because these films
endorsed the long take. It is their spatial continuity that matters most to
me. Certain poor bits of sequential cutting break it up while some of the
most fragmented cuts can still pre[erve it. I am not aware that montage
effects are henceforth to be condemned. The new process brings more
than it takes away. Fluidity of movement or the entry of a detail into the
general scene operates with no less facility.
By distancing, rather than bringing one closer, isn't CinemaScope
condemning one of the most famous discoveries of the art of the screen?
Moreover, does it not nullify what is called the 'close-up style', even as
by the same token it reinforces its effectiveness by making it an exception,
as in the good old days of Griffith? What is the difference between the
theatre and the cinema? I rather think it is that the latter can vary the size
of its actors at will. All the more need for this trick of the lens to be wished
for and agreed to by the spectator. I would speculate that, with the
majority of films currently made, this is very seldom how it is.
But what's wrong with that? The wide screen will certainly be preferred
for the 'big spectacular'. I myself was too passionate a defender of intimate
cinema to be accused of bias. Contact with nature, Nature on a grand
scale, can reveal our inner being to us as well as the secrecy of the monk's
cell. A return one might say, the eternal return, to the primary aesthetic.
The films of Murnau, Griffith and Gance are sometimes considered
location films. Let's look at them again. Are they any less profound? In
any case, the familiarity of tone of numerous recent works is more than I
can bear. One quickly tires of the ingenuous. For a while now I've been
looking for more grandeur, more breadth of expression, more fresco, less
miniature.
They say that new art demands new themes. It is inappropriate to
assume the role of prophet: I will simply say that those films I have really
liked would lose nothing by the new technique - and with their editing
technique unchanged. As for mediocre films, they gain by it. The Robe, of .
course, is not a very good !):ample. Without stipulating a masterpiece, I
would have preferred something like Niagara. Hathaway'S direction would
have found favour in my eyes if it had done no more than show the
famous waterfalls even better than it did. Six out of every ten films made
will be shot almost entirely on location. Let's get some fresh air for a
while. There's plenty of time for us to lock ourselves indoors.
Above all, let us rejoice that the advent of CinemaScope also means the
definitive arrival of colour. What fallacies abound there too! Not to speak
of all the nostalgics who rr.iss their cherished lighting effects, and their
even more cherished back lighting. The call was for colour that would be
expressive, by which I mean stylized, schematic. I recognize the need for
an initial selection of tones - strangely, all wrong in The Robe - but with
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certain precautions the most vivid colours, like those found in nature,
should run no risk of clashing. Expressive colour should be something
not judged according to the criteria of the painter. I can think of no better
example than Niagara itself. Its colour is alive, it speaks, even if it is a
shade on the vulgar side. But this shrillness is about something new, and
I find it very exciting. It only has to be harnessed now. It's not true that
Technicolor, Eastman, or any of the other processes are better suited to
the themes of antiquity or the fantastic. In modern life they reveal an
iridescence that has become imperceptible to the human eye after a
hundred years of responding to a world put together by photography. I
very much like that Parisian view by Ichac
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that begins the programme.
Colour reinforces belief in reality. It can only be treated realistically.
Thus a cinema bereft of all the prestige with which the aesthetes embel-
lished it; but forms of prestige as mediocre as the words used to describe
them are ugly. And so no longer will we speak of framing or lighting;
instead, we will talk about landscapes and light. The whole vocabulary of
poetry begs to be admitted into our writing. Let's put that awful technical
terminology out of our heads.
And think of national pride - what a beautiful parade ground to show
it off! It is our invention, and while we have not known how or been able
to take the lead, we can still close the gap. It is said that in the years to
come fewer films will be made. This means that the films that are made
will have to be more ambitious and perfected. That way they will have
more impact in foreign cinemas equipped to handle them. In this way
French art, formerly so scorned in America, will have the opportunity to
make itself known and, I hope, loved.
In the debate mentioned above Pierre Kast, myoId enemy, claimed to
equate the avant-garde with the simple desire to 'demystify', to undermine
some kind of social conformity. For my part, I would be more inclined to
see in all works of art throughout history a sincere, nay naive, conserva-
tism. The essence of art is to respect, not destroy: but the glass through
which it invites us to look is constantly altered. The cinema is indebted
to a technician for its existence. Let technique have the first word if not
the last. This art form is moving infinitely faster than all the others. We
should be glad that change is already here, before we start feeling that
we have had enough of the old ways. It is the pulsating inner force that
must be heeded, not suspect imperatives, imported from somewhere
else.
Let us be rid of trifling regrets. If the cinema, as you conceived of it,
seems betrayed, beware lest that conception itself one day appear as an
even greater betrayal. As for those who find their ideas confirmed by the
new development, they would indeed be ungracious if they did not hail
it triumphantly. The notion of the avant-garde has given us too many bad
films. I've thought it right to question it in the past. Let me now take
responsibility for it and give it its true meaning. There will be a time for
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other quarrels. But in this yt'ar of 1954 now beginning! the avant-garde
first and foremost is CinemaScope.
Notes
1 Henri Chretien, 1879-1956, French inventor who developed, after 1925, an
anamorphic lens process, patented as Hypergonar; the patent was sold in 1952
to Twentieth Century-Fox, who used it as the basis for their CinemaScope
system.
2 'Objectif 49': see 'Six Characters in Search of auteurs', Ch. 2, note 4.
3 Marcel Ichac, b. 1906, French documentary film-maker specializing in mountain-
eering photography; evidently Ichac had made a documentary short which was
included in the first CinemaScope programme.
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Cahiers du Cinema Annual Best Films
Listings 1955-9
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Despite the element of play which invites their being frowned upon, annual best
films lists often have a polemical edge which can function as a useful indicator of
broadly shared tastes and values. Certainly this was the case with Cahiers and in
publishing the lists we have in mind Peter Wollen' 5 comment, listing his 'pantheon'
directors, that 'it is only by the publication, comparison and discussion of rankings
that individual, subjective taste can be transcended and some degree of general
validity established'. 1 Although individual top ten lists, from which these
composite lists were made up, were often more indicative of the tastes or polemics
of individual critics or film-makers, these composite lists were more representative
of Cahiers as a whole.
Individual top ten lists were contributed by regular critics (varying slightly over
the years, of course) such as Andre Bazin, Charles Bitsch, Claude Chabrot Jean
Domarchi, Jacques Doniol-Valcroze, Jean-Luc Godard, Pierre Kast, Louis Marco-
relIes, Jacques Rivette, Eric Rohmer, Fran<;ois Truffaut and, later, Jean Douchet,
Fereydoun Hoveyda, Luc Moullet. These were always supplemented by invited
contributions from long-time associated film-makers and occasional Cahiers
contributors like Roger Leenhardt, Alexandre Astruc and Pierre Braunberger,
critics from other journals or newspapers like Claude Mauriac and Jean de Baron-
celli, historian-critics and occasional Cahiers contributors like Georges Sadoul, Henri
Agel and Jean Mitry, and friendly young film-makers like Jacques Demy, Agnes
Varda, Alain Resnais (from the so-called 'Left Bank' group of the 'Nouvelle
Vague'). As Cahiers put it, these were not exactly 'Cahiers lists' nor lists representa-
tive of all critics. The choice of contributors corresponded to 'the desire to reach
a certain objectivity by including in it severa] tendencies but excluding those which
were frankly anti-Cahiers. A list of friends, then, but often disagreeing with us ...
and among themselves'.2
This leavening of the tastes of those critics most often associated with Cahiers
makes the lists perhaps less astonishing than the disbelid and outrage they tended
to excite in Britain
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might lead us to e"xpect. Even so, there are plenty of films -
particularly, of course, American films - highly valued in these lists but hardly
imaginable on similar lists in Britain at the time. Nevertheless, note should be
taken of the evident importance attached to the work of film-makers who would
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have been valued in Britain and the USA - Bergman, Fellini, Visconti, Dreyer,
Renoir, Bresson, Buimei, Mlzl\;uchi, and so on.
Regular composite listings bpgan only in February 1956, for 1955's but
also included is a listing from Cahiers 10 (March 1952) relating to 1951's best fIlms.
The lengths of the annual lists var)', usually according to Cahiers' assessment of
the 'richness' of the year in question. The titles used here for non-English language
films are those in most common use in Britain and the USA.
1951 (Cahiers 10, March 1952)
1 The River Oean Renoir, USA-India, 1951)
2 Le Journal d'un cure de campagne (Robert Bresson, France, 1951)
3 Miracle in Milar: (Vittorio De Sica, Italy, 1950)
4 Los Olvidados (Luis Bufl.Uel, Mexico, 1950)
5 All about Eve L. Mankiewicz, USA, 1950)
6 Miss Julie (AU Sjoberg, Sweden, 1951)
7 Cronaca di un amore (Michelangelo Antonioni, Italy, 1950)
8 Sunset Boulevard (Billy Wilder, USA, 1950)
9 Edouard et Caroline Oacques Becker, France, 1951}
10 Francesco giullare di dio (Roberto Rossellini, Italy I 1949)
11 Les Miracles n'ont Iit?u qu'une fois (Yves Allegret, France, 1951)
12 II Cristo proibito (Curzio Malaparte, Italy, 1950)
13 A Walk in the Sun (Lewis Milestone, USA, 1946)
14 Give Us This Day (Edward Dmytryk, GB, 1949)
15 La Course de taureaux (Pierre Braunberger, France, 1951)
1955 (Cahiers 56, February 1956) .',
1 Viaggio in Italia (Roberto Rossellini, Italy, 1953)
2 Ordet (Carl Dreyer, Denmark, 1955)
3 The Big Knife (Robert Aldrich, USA, 1955)
4 Lola Montes (Max Ophuls, France, 1955)
5 Rear Window (Alfred Hitchcock, USA, 1954)
Les Mauvaises Renco:tres (Alexandre Astruc, France, 1955)
'i) La Strada (Federico Fellini, Italy, 1954)
"8 The Barefoot Contessa (Joseph L. Mankiewicz, USA, 1954)
9 Johnny Guitar (Nicholas Ray, USA, 1954)
10 Kiss Me Deadly (Robert Aldrich, USA, 1955)
11 Death of a Cyclist (Juan A. Bardem, Spain, 1954)
12 To Catch a Thief (Alfred Hitchcock, USA, 1954)
13 Du rififi chez Ies hommes (Rififi) (Jules Dassin, France, 1955)
14 Salt of the Earth (Herbert J. Biberman, llSA-.M.exico, 1953)
15 Raices (Benito Alazraki, Mexico, 195.5)
16 Apache (Robert Aldrich, USA, 1 G5-i:)
17 French Cancan (J'?an Renoir, Frac,ce, 1955)
'iBlackboard Jungle C:':khard Brooks, USA. 1955)
19 Lo Sceicco bianco (Feden<..\' FeHid, Italy, 1952)
o Lourdes et ses .'11iraclu; Rouquier, France, 1955)
1956 (Cahiers 68, Febn.-.ary 1(57)
1 Un Condamne a mort s'est echappe (Robert Bresson, France, 1956)
2 Elena et les hommes (Jean Renoir, France, 1(56)
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. ..--4 Confidential Report/Mr Arkadin (Orson Welles, Spain-France, 1956)
. 5 Senso (Luchino Visconti, Italy, 1953)
- 6 Smiles of a Summer Night (Ingmar Bergman, Sweden, 1955)
7 II Bidone (Federico Fellini, Italy, 1955)
8 L' Amore (Roberto Rossellini, Italy, 1948)
9 Picnic (Joshua Logan, USA, 1954)
10 La Paura (Roberto Rossellini, Italy, 1955)
11 While the City Sleeps (Fritz Lang, USA, 1955)
It's Always Fair Weather (Stanley Donen-Gene Kelly, USA, 1955)
13 Bus Stop (Joshua Logan, USA, 1956)
The Man Who Knew Too Much (Alfred Hitchcock, USA, 1956)
La Traversee de Paris (Claude Autant-Lara, France, 1956)
'hors concours': Nuit et brouillard (Alain Resnais, France, 1955)
1957 (Cahiers 80, February 1958)
1 A King in New York (Charles Chaplin, GB, 1957)
2 Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter? (GB: Oh! For a Man) (Frank Tashlin, USA, 1957)
3 Le NoW di Cabiria (Federico Fellini, Italy, 1957)
4 The Wrong Man (Alfred Hitchcock, USA, 1957)
5 The Criminal Life of Archibaldo de Ia Cruz (Luis Bufmel, Mexico, 1955)
6 Sawdust and Tinsel (Ingmar Bergman, Sweden, 1953)
7 Bigger than Life (Nicholas Ray, USA, 1956)
8 The Girl Can't Help It (Frank Tashlin, USA, 1956)
9 Beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Fritz Lang, USA, 1956)
10 Twelve Angry Men (Sidney Lumet, USA, 1957)
11 A Face in the Crowd (Elia Kazan, USA, 1957)
12 Bitter Victory (Nicholas Ray, USA, 1957)
13 La Casa del angel (Leopoldo Torre-Nilsson, Argentina, 1957)
14 The Bridge on the River Kwai (David Lean, GB, 1957)
15 Sait-on jamais ... (Roger Va dim, France, 1957)
Chikamatsu monogatari (Kenji Mizoguchi, Japan, 1955)
17 Porte des Lilas (Rene Clair, France, 1957)
18 Written on the Wind (Douglas Sirk, USA, 1957)
Hollywood or Bust (Frank Tashlin, USA, 1956)
20 Toro (Carlos Velo, Mexico, 1956)
1958 (Cahiers 93, March 1959)
1 Touch of Evil (Orson Welles, USA, 1958)
2 The Seventh Seal (Ingmar Bergman, Sweden, 1956)
3 White Nights (Luchino Visconti, Italy, 1957)
4 II Grido (Michelangelo Antonioni, Italy, 1957)
5 Bonjour Tristesse (Otto Preminger, USA. J 957)
6 Journey into Autumn (Ingmar Bergman, Sweden, 1955)
7 Une Vie (Alexandre Astruc, France, 1958)
8 Mon Oncle (Jacques Tati, France, 1958)
9 The Quiet American (Joseph L. Mankiewicz, USA, 1957)
10 Summer Interlude (Ingmar Bergman, Sweden, 1950)
11 Les Girls (George Cukor, USA, 1957)
12 Les Amants (Louis Malle, France, 1958)
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14 Montparnasse 19 (Jacques Bed.er
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15 Waiting Women (Ingmar Bergman, Sweden, 1952)
1959 (Cahiers lOS, March 1960)
1 Ugetsu monogatari (Kenji Mizoguchi, Japan, 1953)
2 Hiroshima mon amour (Alain Resnais, France, 1959)
3 Ivan the Terrible (Sergei M. Eisenstein, USSR, 1958)
4 Pickpocket (Robert Bresson, France, 1959)
5 Les 400 Coups Truffaut, France, 1959)
6 Rio Bravo (Howard Hawks, USA, 1959)
7 Wild Strawberries (Ingmar Bergman, Sweden, 1959)
8 Vertigo (Alfred Hitchcock, USA, 1958)
9 Yang kwei Jei (Kenji Mizoguchi, Japan, 1955)
10 The Tiger of Escl1l1apur (Fritz Lang, West Germany, 1958)
11 Moi, un noir (Jean Rouch, France, 1959)
12 Anatomy of a Murder (Otto Preminger, USA, 1959)
13 Le Dejeuner sur l'lterbe (Jean Renoir, France, 1959)
14 La Tete contre Ies murs (Georges Franju, France, 1959)
15 Il Cenerale della Rovere (Roberto Rossellini, Italy, 1959)
16 Run of the Arrow (Samuel Fuller, USA, 1957)
17 Les Cousins (Claude Chabrol, France, 1959)
18 I Soliti ignoti (Mario Monicelli, Italy, 1958)
19 Rally Round the Flag, Boys (Leo McCarey, USA, 1959)
20 Deux hommes dans Manhattan (Jean-Pierre Melville, France, 1959)
21 Wind Across the Everglades (Nicholas Ray, USA, 1958)
All-Time Best Films
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Following the 'Confrontation des MeilIeurs Films de Tous les Temps', Brussels,
1958, Cahiers du Cinema published its own 'all-time best' listing (Cahiers 90,
December 1958). Several points recommend printing the list here. First, the voters
(Andre Bazin, Claude Beylie, Charles Bitsch, Claude Chabrat, Philippe Demonsa-
blon, Jean Domarchi, Jacques Doniol-Valcroze, Jean Douchet, Claude Gauteur,
Jean-Luc Godard, Fereydoun Hoveyda, Louis Marcorelles, Andre Martin, Luc
Moullet, Jacques Rivette, Eric Rohmer, Truffaut) were effectively the
Cahiers 'team' at that time. The listing gives little indication of the supposed
extremism of eahiers in this period. the common identification of
Cahiers with AmericaI'. cinema clearly cannot be sustained by the list. Second, not
surprisingly given Cahiers' commitments, the list effectively a list of auteurs. The
first round of vote-casting had been on authors, thE- second on individual works
(Le. the 1-12 ranking here is really of directors). These first twelve had been
followed in the first round by (13) Ophuls, (14) Lang, (15) Hawks, Keaton, (17)
Bergman, (18) Nicholas Ray, (19) NorlTlan McLaren, Flaherty, (21) Bunuel, Clair,
(23) Visconti, Dovzhenko.
1 Sunrise (F. W. Murnau, USA, 1927)
2 La Regie du jeu (Jean Renoir, France
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3 Viaggio in ltalia (Roberto Rossellini, Italy, 1953)
4 Ivan the Terrible (Sergei M. Eisenstein, USSR, 1945/1958)
5 Birth of aN at ion (D. W. Griffith, USA, 1915)
6 Confidential Report/Mr. Arkadin (Orson Welles, Spain-France, 1956)
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7 Ordet (Carl Dreyer, Denmark, 1955) :,
8 Ugetsu monogatari (Kenji Mizoguchi, Japan, 1953)
9 L'Atalante Gean Vigo, France, 1934)
10 The Wedding March (Erich von Stroheim, USA, 1927)
11 Under Capricorn (Alfred Hitchcock, GB, 1949)
12 Monsieur Verdoux (Charles Chaplin, USA, 1947)
Notes
1 Peter Wollen, Signs and Meaning, p. 166.
2 Cahiers 67, January 1957, p. 2.
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4, Autumn pp. 16Cr71.
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Appendix 2
Guide to Cah/ers du Cinema Nos 1-102,
April 1951--Docelnber 1959, in English
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There is no comprehensive record of material from Cahiers du Cinema which has
been translated into English. This appendix offers, both for further reading and
as a research resource, a tentative listing of such material which is nevertheless as
comprehensive as it has been possible to make it. The editor would welcome
information on additional entries from readers. .
Book and journal references are given in full in each entry except for a few books
which are cited frequently and therefore given in abbreviated form in the entries.
Full details of these books are as follows:
Gray, foreword by Jean Renoir), Berkeley, University of California Press, 1967;
selected from Bazin, Qu'est-ce que Ie cinema? tome 1: Ontologie et langage and tome
2: Le Cinema et les autres arts, Paris, Editions du Cerf, 1958, 1959.
Gray, foreword by Fran<;ois Truffaut), Berkeley, University of California Press,
1971; selected from Bazin, Qu'est-ce que Ie cinema? tome 3: Cinema et sociologie and
tome 4: Une esthitique de la Realite: Ie neo-realisme, Paris, Editions du Cerf, 1961,
1962.
Bazin, Andre, Jean Renoir (Edited with an introduction by Fran<;ois Truffaut), New
York, Simon & Schuster, 1973; London, W. H. Allen, 1974; originally published
as Bazin, Jean Relloir (Avant-propos de Jean Renoir, Presentation de Fran<;ois
Truffaut), Paris, Editions Champ Libre, 1971.
Braudy, Leo, and Dickstein, Morris (cds), Great Film Directors: A Critical Anthology,
New York, Oxford Universitv Press, 1978.
Caughie, John (ed.), o{Autlwrship, London, Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1981
(BFI Readers in Film Studies series).
Godard, Jean-Luc, Godard 011 Godard: Critical Writings by Jean-Luc Godard (ed. Jean
Narboni and Tom Miine, trans. Torn Milne, with an introduction by Richard
Roud), London, Seeker & Warburg; New York, Viking, 1972 (Cinema Two
s:ries); originally published as Jean-Luc Godard par Jean-Luc Godard, Paris, Editions
Plerre Belfond, 1968.
Graham, Peter (ed.), The New Wave (Critical landmarks selected and translated by
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Peter Graham}, London, Seeker & Warburg; New York, Doubleday, 1968
(Cinema One series).
Nichols, Bill (ed.), Movies and Methods: An Anthology, Berkeley, University of Cali-
fornia Press, 1976.
Sarris, Andrew (ed.), Interviews with Film Directors, New York, Bobbs-Merrill, 1967.
Truffaut, The Films in My Life (translated by Leonard Mayhew), New
York, Simon & Schuster, 1978; London, Allen Lane, 1980; originally published
as Truffaut, Les Films de ma vie, Paris, Flammarion, 1975.
ARANDA, J.-F.
'La Passion selon Burmel' in Caltiers 93 (March 1959)
trans. as 'The Passion According to Buimel' in Bunuel, L., The Exterminating Angell
NazarinlLos Olvidados, London, Lorrimer, 1972.
ASTRUC, Alexandre
'Le Feu et la glace' (on Murnau) in Cahiers 18 (December 1952)
trans. as 'Fire and Ice' in Calliers du Cinema in English, no. 1 (1966).
'Qu'est-ce que la mise en scene?' in Cahiers 100 (October 1959)
trans. as 'What is Mise-en-Scene?' in Film Culture, no. 22-3 (Summer 1961), and
Cahiers du Cinema in English, no. 1 (1966); also translated in this volume (Ch. 33).
AUBIER, Dominique
'Mythologie de La Strada' in Cahiers 49 Guly 1955)
trans. as 'Cosmic Vision and Metaphysical Instinct' in Salachas, G. (ed.), Federico
Fellini, New York, Crown, 1969.
BAZIN, Andre
'Pour en finir avec la profondeur de champ' in Calliers 1 (April 1951)
incorporated into 'Evolution of the Language of Cinema' in Bazin, What is Cinema?
Vol. 1, and, in a different translation as 'The Evolution of Film Language', in
Graham, New Wave.
'La Stylistique de Robert Bresson' in Cahiers 3 (June 1951)
trans. as 'Le Journal d'un cure de campagne and the Stylistics of Robert Bresson'
in Bazin, What is Cinema? Vol. 1, reprinted in Braudy and Dickstein, Great Film
Directors, and in Ayfre, A., et al., The Films of Robert Bresson, London, Studio Vista,
1969; New York, Praeger, 1970.
'Renoir in Cahiers 8 (Janua"y 1952)
trans. as 'French Reno; .. ' in Bazin, Jean Renoir, reprinted in Braudy and Dickstein,
Great Film Directors; extracts trans. as 'Evolution of Jean Renoir' and 'The Camera
and the Screen' in Leprohun, P., Jean Renoir, New YNk, Crown, 1971.
'Othello' (review from Cannes 1952) in Cahiers 13 (june 1952)
trans. as 'Review of Othello' in Eckert, C. (ed.), Focus on Shakespearian Films,
Englewood Cliffs, NJ, Prentice-Hall, 1972.
ILe Reel et l'imaginaire' (on Crin Blanc) in Cahiers 25 Guly 1953)
incorporated into 'Virtues and Limitations of Montage' in Bazin, What is Cinema?
Vol. 1.
'Entretien avec Luis Bunuel' (with Jacques Doniol-Valcroze) in Cahiers 36 Gune
1954)
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trans. (abridged) as 'Conversation with Bunuel' in Sight al1d Sound, vol. 24, no. 4,
Spring 1955.
'Hitchcock contre Hitchcock' in Calliers 39 (October 1954)
trans. as 'Hitchcock versus Hitchcock' in Cal1iers du Cinema in English, no. 2 (1966),
reprinted in LaValley, Albert J. (ed.), 011 Hitchcock, Englewood Cliffs, NJ,
Prentice-Hall, 1972.
'Comment peut-on etre Hitchcocko-Hawksien?' in Calziers 44 (February 1955)
trans. (extract) in Caughie, Theories of Authorship.
'Evolution du Western' in Cahiers 54 (Christmas 1955)
trans. as 'Evolution of the Western' in Bazin, INhat is Ci1lema? Vol. 2, reprinted in
Nichols, Movies and Methods.
'Montage interdit' in Cahiers 65 (December 1956)
trans. as 'Forbidden Montage' in Film Culture, no. 22-3, Summer 1961, and incor-
porated into 'The Virtues and Limitations of Montage' in Bazin, What is Cinema?
Vol. 1.
'En marge de "L'Erotisme au Cinema" , in Calziers 70 (April 1957)
trans. as 'Marginal Notes on "Eroticism in the Cinema" , in Bazin, What is Cilll'ma?
Vol. 2.
'De la politique des auteurs' in Cahiers 70 (April 1957)
trans. as 'La Politique des Auteurs' in Graham, New Wave, reprinted in this volume
(Ch. 31), and as 'On the Politique des Auteurs' in Cahiers du Cinema ill English,no.
1 (1966); extract trans. in Caughie, Theories of Authorship.
'Cabiria ou Ie voyage au bout du neo-realisme' in Cahiers 76 (November 1957)
trans. as 'Cabiria: The Voyage to the End of Neo-Realism' in Bazin, What is Cillt'ma?
Vol. 2, and as 'Beyond Neo-Realism' in Salachas, G. (ed.), Federico Fellini, New
York, Crown, 1969.
'Bio-filmographie de Jean Renoir' in Cahiers 78 (December 1957) (notes by Bazin
on Une vie sans joie, ou Catherine, La Petite marehmide d'allumettes, Ul P'tite LiJi, TIll'
Diary of a Chambermaid)
trans. in Bazin, Jean Renoir (which also includes Bazin on La Fille de I'eau, Tire au
fiane, Le Tournoi, Le Bled, material which did not appear in Calliers 78).
Closely related material: see contemporaneous but non-Calliers writings translated
in What is Cinema? Vols 1 and 2, Bazin, Andre, OrFon Welles, A Critical ViC'lc, London,
Elm Tree Books, 1978, and Williams, Realism and the Citle11l1l, London,
Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1980 (for the . William \Iv' fiel, OJ the Jansenist of
mise en scene').
BECKER, Jacques
'Entretien avec Howard Hawks' (with Jacques R:vette and Fran.;ois Truffaut) in
Cahiers 56 (February 1956)
trans. in Sarris, Interviews with Film Directors.
BERANGER, Jean
'Rencontre avec Ingmar Bergman' in Cahiers 88 (October 1958)
trans. in Steene, B. (ed.), Focus on The Seventh Scal, Englewood Cliffs, NJ, Prentice-
Hall, 1972. .. """ .
291
'.
Calliers 1951-9 in English Translation
BERGMAN,Ingmar
'Qu'est-ce que "faire des films"?' in Cahiers 61 (July 1956)
trans. as 'What is Film-Making?' in Geduld, H. M. (ed.), Film-Makers on Film-
Making, Bloomington, Indiana University Press, 1967, and as 'What is Making
Films?' in Sarris, Interviews witii Film Directors.
'Rencontre avec Ingmar Bergman' (by Jean Beranger) in Calliers 88 (October 1958)
trans. in Steene, B. (ed.), Focus on The Seventh Seal, Englewood Cliffs, NJ, Prentice-
Hall, 1972.
BUNUEL, Luis
'Entretien avec Luis Bunuel' (by Andre Bazin and Jacques Doniol-Valcroze) in
Cahiers 36 Gune 1954)
trans. (abridged) as 'Conversation with Bunuel' in Sight and Sound, vol. 24, no. 4,
Spring 1955.
CHABROL, Claude
'Hitchcock devant Ie mal' in Cahiers 39 (October 1954)
trans. as 'Hitchcock Confronts Evil' in Calliers du Cinema in English, no. 2, 1966.
'Les Petits Sujets' in Cahiers 100 (October 1959)
trans. as 'Big Subjects, Little Subjects' in Movie, no. I, June 1962, and as 'Little
Themes' in Graham, New Wave.
Closely related material: see Rohmer, Eric and Chabrol, Claude, Hitchcock, The First
Forty-Four Films, New York, Frederick Ungar, 1979, originally published Paris,
1957, and incorporating material close to work published on Hitchcock by Rohmer
and Chabrol in Cahiers.
COCTEAU, Jean
'Hommages a Renoir' (Petit Journal du Cinema) in Cahiers 82 (April 1958)
trans. as 'Family Resemblance' in Leprohon, P., Jean Renoir, New York, Crown,
1971.
COL PI, Henri
'Degradation d'un art: Ie montage' (A propos du montage I) in Cahiers 65 (December
1956)
trans. as 'Debasement of the Art of Montage' in Film Culture, no. 22-3, Summer
1961, and in Calliers du Cinema in English, no. 3, 1966.
DE GIVRA Y, Claude
'Bio-filmographie de Jean Renoir' in Cahiers 78 (December 1957) (notes by de Givray
on La Chienne, Les Bas-fonds, La Bete humail1e)
trans. in Bazin, Jean Renoir.
DEMONSABLON, Philippe
'La Hautaine Dialectique de Fritz Lang' in Cahiers 99 (September 1959)
trans. as 'The Imperious Dialectic of Fritz Lang' in Jenkins, S. (ed.), Fritz Lang: The
Image and the Look, London, British Film Institute, 1981. . .
DOMARCHI, Jean
'Entretien avec Luchino Visconti' (with Jacques Doniol-Valcroze) in Cahiers 93
(March 1959)
292
+,
trans. as 'Visconti Interviewed' in Sight and Sound, vol. 28,
Summer-Autumn 1959. " ,','
nos 3-4,
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'Les Secrets d'Eisenstein' in C:ahiers 96 Gune 1959) , ".
trans. as 'The Old and the New' in Moussinac, L. (ed.), Sergei Eisenstein, New
York, Crown, 1969.
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DONIOL-VALCROZE, Jacques
'Entretien avec Luis Bunuel' (with Andre Bazin) in Calliers 36 (June 1954)
trans. (abridged) as 'Conversation with Bunuel' in Sight and Sound, vol. 24, no. 4,
Spring 1955.
'Bio-filmographie de Jean Renoir' in CalIfers 78 (December 1957) (note by Doniol-
Valcroze on Une Partie de campagne)
'Entretien avec Luchino Visconti' (with Jean Domarchi) in Calliers 93 (March 1959)
trans. as 'Visconti Interviewed' in Sight and Sound, vol. 28, nos 3-4,
Summer-Autumn 1959.
'Cannes 1959' (note on Les 400 Coups) in Calliers 96 (June 1959)
trans. as 'Report from Cannes' in Denby, D. (ed.), The 400 B/ows, New York, Grove
Press, 1969.
EISENSTEIN, Sergei M.
'L'Unite organique et Ie pathetique dans la composition du "Cuirasse Potemkine" ,
in Calliers 82 (April 1958)
trans. as 'Organic Unity and Pathos in the Composition of Potemkin' in Caltiers du
Cinema in English, no. 3, 1966, reprinted in Sarris, Interviews with Film Directors;
translation from original Russian in Eisenstein, S. M., Notes of a Film Director,
London, Lawrence & Wishart, 1959, reprinted in Eisenstein, S.M., Battleship
Potemkin, London, Lorrimer, 1968.
FELLIN!, Federico
'Les Femmes libres de Magliano' in Calliers 68 (February 1957)
trans. as The Free Women of Magliano' in Salachas, G. (ed.), Federico Fellini, New
York, Crown, 1969.
FORD, John'
'Rencontre avec John Ford' (by Jean Mitry) in Cahiers 45 (March 1955)
FRANJU, Georges
'Le Style de Fritz La!lg' in Cahiers 101 (November 1959)
trans. as 'The Style or Fritz Lang' in Braudy and Dickstein, Great Film Directors.
GODARD, Jean-Lue
Review of No Sad Songs for Me (under pseudonym Hans Lucas) in Cahiers 10 (March
1952)
trans. as 'No Sad Songs for Me' in Godard on Godard.
'Suprema tie du sujet' (on Strangers on a Train) (under pseudonym Hans Lucas) in
Calliers 10 (March 1952).... ,..
293
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trans. as 'Strangers on a Train' in Godard on Godard.
'Defense et illustration du decoupage classique' (under pseudonym Hans Lucas)
in Cahiers 15 (September 1952)
trans. as 'Defence and Illustration of Classical Construction' in Godard on Godard.
'Mirliflores et Becassines' (on Artists and Models and The Lieutenant Wore Skirts) in
Cahiers 62 (August-September 1956)
trans. as 'The Lieutenant Wore Skirts and Artists and Models' in Godard on Godard.
'Le Chemin des ecoliers' (on The Man Who Knew Too Much) in Cahiers 64 (November
1956)
trans. as 'The Man Who Knew Too Much' in Godard on Godard.
'Montage, man beau souci' (A Propos du montage II) in Cahiers 65 (December
1956)
trans. as 'Montage My Fine Care' in Godard on Godard, also in Mussman, T. (ed.),
Jean-Luc Godard: A Critical Anthology, New York, E. P. Dutton, 1968, in Film Culture,
Summer 1961, and in Cahiers du Cinema in English, no. 3, 1966.
'Futur, present, passe' (on Magirama) in Cahiers 67 (January 1957)
" trans. as 'Future, Present, Past: Magirama' in Godard on Godard.
..: ,.'
'Rien que Ie cinema' (on Hot Blood) in Cahiers 68 (February 1957)
trans. as 'Hot Blood' in Godard on Godard, reprinted in this volume (Ch. 13).
'Au petit trot' (on Courte-Tete) in Cahiers 70 (April 1957)
trans. as 'Courte-Tete' in Godard on Godard.
'Soixante Metteurs en Scene in Cahiers 71 (May 1957) (notes by Godard
on Robert Bresson, Norbert Carbonn(e)aux, Roger Leenhardt, Jacques Tati)
I trans. as 'Dictionary of French Film-Makers' in Godard on Godard.
. :.;. ...
'Le Cinema et son double' (on The Wrong Man) in Cahiers 72 (June 1957)
trans. as 'The Wrong Man' in Godard on Godard.
'Des preuves suffisantes' (on Sa it-on jamais?) in Cahiers 73 (July 1957)
trans. as 'Sait-on jamais?' in Godard on Godard, reprinted in this volume (Ch. 3).
'Hollywood ou mourir' (on Hollywood or Bust) in Cahiers 73 (July 1957)
trans. as 'Hollywood or Bust' in Godard on Godard.
'Le Cineaste bien-aime' (on The True Story of Jesse James) in Cahiers 74
(August-September 1957)
trans. as 'The True Story of Jesse James' in Godard em Godard.
'Photos d'aout-septembre' (note on Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter?, UK title Oh for
a Man) in Cahiers 74 (August-September 1957) , , .
trans. as 'Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter?' in Godard on Godard. . '
'Petit Journal du Cinema: Signal' (note on Forty Guns) in Cahiers 76 (November
1957)
trans. as 'Forty Guns' in Godard on Godarci, reprinted in Will, D., and Wollen, P.
(eds), Samuel Fuller, Edinburgh, Edinburgh Film Festival, 1969.
'Bio-filrnographie de Jean Renoir' in Cahiers 78 (Christmas 1957) (notes by Godard
on La Nuit du carrefour, Swamp Water, Elbta et les hommes)
trans. as 'Jean Renoir' in Godard on Godard, also in Bazin, Jean Renoir.
294
"oj
Cahier3 1951-9 in English Translation
'Au dela des etoHes' (on Binet Victory) in Cahiers 79 (January 1958)
trans. as 'Bitter Victory' in on Godard, reprinted in this volume (Ch. 14).
'Un Bon Devoir' (on The ktiIi;:g:' in Caiders 80 (February 1958)
trans. as 'The Killing' in Godard on God.tid.
'Retrospective Ophuls' in C',liJin5 81 (March 1958) (note by Godard on Caught)
trans. as 'Caught' in Godard 011 Godard. '.',
'Une Bonne Copie' (on The Wdyward Bus) in Cahiers 81 (March 1958)
trans. as 'The Wayward Bus' in Godard on Godard.
'Esoterisme farfelu' (on Le Temps des ceufs durs) in Calliers 82 (April 1958)
trans. as 'Le Temps des CEufs Ours' in Godard on Godard.
'Sympathique' (on Rafles sur ia ville) in Cahiers 82 (April 1958)
trans. as 'Rafles sur la ville' in G(1dr.!rd 011 Godard.
'Saut dans Ie vide' (on Montparnasse 19) in Calliers 83 (May 1958)
trans. as 'Montparnasse 19' in Godard on Godard.
'Malraux mauvais in Cahiers 83 (May 1958)
trans. as 'Malraux a Discredit to France?' in Godard on Godard.
'Bergmanorama' in Calliers 85 Guly 1958)
trans. as 'Bergmanorama' in Godard on Godard, also trans. in Calliers du Cinema in
English, no. 1, 1966.
'Une Fille nommee Durance' (on L'Eau vive) in Cahiers 85 (July 1958)
trans. as 'L'Eau Vive' in Godard on Godard.
'Voyez comme on da!1se' (on The Pajama Game) in Calliers 85 (July 1958)
trans. as 'The Pajama Game' in Godard on Godard.
'Travail a la chaine' (on The Long Hot Summer) in Cahiers 85 (July 1958)
trans. as 'The Long Hot Summer' in Godard on Godard.
'Telegramme de Berlin' (as Hans Lucas) in Calliers 86 (August 1958)
trans. as 'Telegram from Berlin' in Godard on Godard.
'Ailleurs' (on Une Vie) in Caltiers 89 (November 1958)
trans. as 'Une Vie' in Godard on Godard, and as 'Review of Astruc's Une Vie' in
Graham, New Wave.
'La Photo du Mois' (note on Les Cousins) in Cahiers 89 (November 1958)
trans. as 'Les Cousins' in Godard on Godard.
'Georges Franju' in Cahiers 90 (December 1958)
trans. as 'Georges Franju' in Godard on Godard.
'Chacun son Tours' (on the Tours Film Festival) in Cahiers 92 (February 1959)
trans. as 'Take Your Own Tours' in Godard on Godard.
'Super Mann' (on Man of the West) in Cahiers 92 (February 1959)
trans. as 'Man of the West' in Godard elI Godard.
'La Photo du Mois' (note on Les 400 Coups) in Cahiers 92 (February 1959)
trans. as 'Les 400 Coups' in Godard on Godard, reprinted in this volume (Ch. 4),
and as 'Photo of the Month' in Denby: D. (ed.), The 400 Blows, New York, Grove
Press, 1969.
295
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'Le Conquerant solitaire' (on Le Rendez-vous du Diable) in Cahiers 93 (March 1959)
trans. as 'Le Rendez-vous du Diable' in Godard on Godard.
'Dura lex' (on La Loi) in Cahiers 93 (March 1959)
trans. as 'La Loi' in Godard on Godard.
'La Photo du Mois' (note on La Ligne de mire) in Cahiers 93 (March 1959)
trans. as 'La Ligne de Mire' in Godard on Godard.
'L' Afrique vous parle de la fin et des moyens' (on Moi, un noir) in Cahiers 94 (April
1959)
trans. as 'Africa Speaks of the End and the Means' in Godard on Godard.
'Des larmes et de la vitesse' (on A Time to Love and a Time to Die) in Cahiers 94
(April 1959)
trans. as 'A Time to Love and a Time to Die' in Godard on Godard, and as 'Tears
and Speed' in Screen, vol. 12, no. 2, Summer 1971.
'Petit Journal du Cinema: Boris Barnett' in Cahiers 94 (April 1959)
trans. as 'Boris Barnett' in Godard on Godard.
.,.
:,
JUne Loi obscure' (on La Tete contre les murs) in Cahiers 95 (May 1959)
trans. as 'La Tete contre les murs' in Godard on Godard.
, ." .
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'Le retrouve' (on The Perfect Furlough, UK title Strictly for Pleasure) in
Cahiers 95 (May 1959)
trans. as 'The Perfect Furlough' in Godard on Godard.
'Cannes 1959' (note on India) in Cahiers 96 (June 1959)
trans. as 'India' in Godard on Godard.
'Franc-tireur' (on Tarawa Beachhead) in Cahiers 96 Oune 1959)
trans. as 'Tarawa Beachhead' in Godard on Godard.
'Le Bresil vu de Billancourt' (on Orfeu Negro) in Cahiers 97 (July 1959)
trans. as 'Orfeu Negro' in Godard on Godard.
'Une Femme est une femme: scenario' in Cahiers 98 (August 1959)
, :,:..
trans. as 'Une Femme est une Femme' in Godard on Godard, also in Cahiers du
Cinema in English, no. 12, 1967, and in Mussman, T. (ed.), Jean-Luc Godard: A
Critical Anthology, New York, E. P. Dutton, 1968.
See also Godard's personal annual 'Ten Best' lists for 1956 (Cahiers 67, January
1957), 1957 (Cahiers 79, January 1958), 1958 (Cahiers 92, February 1959), 1959 (Cahiers
104, February 1960).
Closely related material: see contemporaneous but non-Cahiers writing collected in
Godard on Godard.
HAWKS, Howard :
'Entretien avec Howard Hawks' (by Jacques
Truffaut) in Cahiers 56 (February 1956)
..
Becker, Jacques Rivette,
KAST, Pierre .<{-'
'Des confitures pour un gendarme' in Calliers 2 (May 1951)
trans. (extract) in Caughie, Theories of Authorship; trans. in full in this volume (Ch.
29).
296
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Cahicrs 1951-9 in English Translation
'Defense de jouer avec 1",-. allumettes' (on The Day the Earth Stood Still) in Cahiers
12 (May 1952)
trans. as 'Don't Play with fi;:e' in Johnson, W. (ed.), Focus on the Science Fiction
Film, Englewood Cliffs, NJ, Prentice-Hall, 1972.
LEENHARDT, Roger
'Ambigui'te du cinema' in Calliers 100 (October 1959)
trans. as 'Ambiguity of the Cinema' in Cahiers du Cinema in English, no. 1, 1966.
MARCORELLES, Louis
'Bio-filmographie de Jean Renoir' in Cahicrs 78 (December 1957) (note by Marco-
relles on Salute to France)
'Ford of the Movies' in Cahiers 86 (August 1958)
trans. as 'Ford of the Movies' in Caughie, Theories of Authorship.
MITRY, Jean
'Rencontre avec John Ford' in Cahiers 45 (March 1955)
MONOD, Roland
'En travaillant avec Robert Bresson' in Cahiers 64 (November 1956)
trans. (abridged) as 'Working with Bresson' in Sight and Sound, vol. 27, no. I,
Summer 1957.
MOULLET, Luc
'Sainte Janet' (on Jet Pilot) in Cahiers 86 (August 1958)
trans. as 'Saint Janet' in Baxter, P. (ed.), Sternberg, London, British Film Institute,
1980'i .
'Sam Fuller sur les brisees de Marlowe' in Cahiers 93 (March 1959)
20).
MOURLET, Michel
'Trajectoire de Fritz Lang' in Cahiers 99 (September 1959)
trans. as 'Fritz Lang's Trajectorf in Jenkins, S. (ed.), Fritz Lang: The Image and the
Look, London, British Film Institute, 1981.
OPHULS, Max ':" ;-,
'Entretien avec Max Ophuls' (by Jacques Rivette, Fran<;ois Truffaut) in Cahiers 72
(June 1957)
trans. as 'Interview with Max Ophuls' in Willemen, P. (ed.), Ophuls, London,
British Film Institute, 1978.
'Mon experience' in Cahiers 81 (March 1958)
trans. as 'My Experience' ill Cahiers au Cinema in English, no. I, 1966, reprinted in
Sarris, Interviews with Film Directors. . . .
RENOIR, Jean
'On me demande ... ' in Calliers 8 1952)
trans. as 'Personal Notes' in Sight and SOUild, vol. 21, no. 4, April-June 1952, and
297
L
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I,',

,.. .
(extract) as 'The Profession of Director' in Leproilo!l, P., Jean Renoir, New York,
Crown, 1971.
'Entretien avec Jean Renoir' (by Jacques Rivette, Truffaut) in Cahiers 34
and 35 (April and May 1954)
trans. (abridged) as 'Renoir in America' in Sighi alld Sound, vol. 24, no. I,
July-September 1954.
'Nouvel entretien avec Jean Renoir' (by Jacques Rivette, Truffaut) in
Cahiers 78 (Christmas 1957)
trans. (extracts) as 'Reality and Magic', 'The Uses of Art' and 'Preparing for
Shooting' in Leprohon, P., Jean Renoir, New York, Crown, 1971.
RIVETTE, Jacques
'Genie de Howard Hawks' in Cahiers 23 (May 1953)
trans. as 'The Genius of Howard Hawks' in Movie, no. 5, December 1962
(abridged), modified translation (complete) in McBride, J. (ed.), Focus on Howard
Hawks, Englewood Cliffs, NJ, Prentice-Hall, 1972, reprinted in Braudy and Dick-
stein, Great Film Directors, and in this volume (Ch. 16).
'Entretien avec Jean Renoir' (with Truffaut) in Cahiers 34 and 35 (April
and May 1954)
trans. (abridged) as 'Renoir in America' in Sight and Sound, vol. 24, no. 1,
'Lettre sur Rossellini' in Cahiers 46 (April 1955)
trans. as 'Letter on Rossellini' in Rosenbaum, J. (ed.), Rivette: Texts and Interviews,
London, British Film Institute, 1977; reprinted in this volume (Ch. 26).
'Notes sur une revolution' in Cahiers 54 (Christmas 1955)
8).
'Entretien avec Howard Hawks' (with Jacques Becker, Truffaut) in Cahiers
56 (February 1956)
'Entretien avec Max Ophuls' (with Truffaut) in Cahiers 72 (June 1957)
trans. as 'Interview with Max Ophuls' in Willemen, P. (ed.), Ophuls, London,
British Film Institute, 1978.
'La Main' (on Beyond a Reasonable Doubt) in Cahiers 76 (November 1957)
trans. as 'The Hand' in Rosenbaum, J. (ed.), Rivette: Texts and Interviews, London,
British Film Institute, 1977; reprinted in this volume (Ch. 19).
'Bio-filmographie de Jean Renoir' in Cahiers 78 (Christmas 1958) (notes by Rivette
on Le Bled, Le Petit Chaperon rouge, La Tasca, The Womm: on the Beach, The River,
French Cancan)
'Que Viva Eisenstein' in Cahiers 79 (January 1958) -,
trans. as 'Que Viva Eisenstein' in Moussinac, L. (ed.), Sergei Eisenstein, New York,
Crown, 1969.
'Du cote de chez Antoine' (on Les 400 Coups) in Cahiers 95 (May 1959)
298
"
......
; .... --..:
,
trans. as 'Antoine's Way' 11"1 Dt>llby, D. (ed.), The 400 Blows, New York, Grove
Press, 1969. . .1 !.:',. . ....
ROHMER, Eric
'Renoir Americain' (under his real name Maurice Scherer) in Cahiers 8 Ganuary 1952)
trans. (extract) as 'American Renoir' in Caughie, Theories of Authorship.
'Entretien avec Roberto Rossellini' (under his real name Maurice Scherer, with
Truffaut) in Cahiers 37 (July 1954)
trans. in Film Culture, no. 2, vol. I, March-April 1955, reprinted in Sarris, Interviews
with Film Directors; extracts also in this volume (Ch. 28).
'A qui la faute?' (under his real name Maurice Scherer) in Cahiers 39 (October 1954)
trans. (extract) in Caughie, Theories of Authorship ..
'Le Celluloid et Ie marbre II: siede des peintres' in Cahiers 49 (July 1955)
trans. as 'Celluloid and Marble II (The Century of Painters), in Williams, C. (ed.),
Realism and the Cinema, London, Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1980.
'Le Celluloid et Ie marbre III: de la metaphore' in Cahiers 51 (October 1955)
trans. as 'Celluloid and Marble III (On Metaphor), in Williams, C. (ed.), Realism
and the Cinema, London, Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1980.
'Bio-filmographie de Jean Renoir' in Cahiers 78 (December 1957) (notes by Rohmer
on Boudu sauve des eaux, Madame Bovary, The Southerner, Le Carrosse d'or)
Closely related material: see Rohmer, Eric, and Chabrol, Claude, Hitchcock, The
First Forty-Four Films, New York, Frederick Ungar, 1979, originally published Paris,
1957, and incorporating material close to work published on Hitchcock by Rohmer
and Chabrol in Cahiers.
ROSSELLINI, Roberto
'Entretien avec Roberto Rossellini' (by Eric Rohmer, under his real name Maurice
Scherer, and Frani;;ois Truffaut) in Cahiers 37 (July 1954)
trans. in Film Culture, no. 2, vol. 1, March-April 1955, reprinted in Sarris, Interviews
with Film Directors; extracts also in this volume (Ch. 28). ""'.>:>, .. '
'Dix ans de cinema I-III' in Cahiers 50,52 and 53 (August-September and November
1955, and January ]956)
trans. as '10 Years of Cinema I-III' in Overbey, D. (ed.), Springtime in Italy, London,
Talisman, 1978.
. :" .. ' . , : { . , "
TRUFFAUT,
'Notes sur d'autres films' (cll" Dr Cyclops) in Cahiers 25 (July 1953)
trans. as 'Dr Cyclers' in Juhnson, W. (ed.), Focus on the Science Fiction Film,
Englewood Cliff.;, NJ, Pn>ntic!-Halt 1.972.
'Du mepris considere' (on Stalag 17) in Cahiers 28 (November 1953)
trans. (of version close to original) as 'Slalag 17' in Truffaut, Films in My Life.
tUne Certaine Tendance du cinema fran(ais' in Cahiers 31 (January 1954)
trans. as 'A Certain Tendency of the French cinema' in Cahiers du Cinema in English,
no. 1, 1966, reprinted in Nichols, Moz,ies and Methods; extract reprinted in Caughie,
Theories of Authorship. '.: ,: " , ." . _ . !
299
, ,
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., .
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J Aimer Fritz Lang' (on The Big Heat) in Cahiers 31 (January
trans. as 'Loving Fritz Lang' in Braudy and Dickstein, Great Film Directors.
'Les Truands sont fatigues' (on Touchez pas au grisbi) in Cahiers 34 (April 1954)
trans. (of version dose to original) as 'Touchez pas au grisbi' in Truffaut, Films in
My Life; trans. of original in this volume (Ch. 1).
JEntretien avec Jean Renoir' (with Jacques Rivette) in Cahiers 34 and 35 (April and
May 1954)
trans. (abridged) as 'Renoir in America' in Sight and Sound, voL 24, no. 1,
I "
'Entretien avec Roberto Rossellini' (with Eric Rohmer, under his real name Maurice.
Scherer) in Cahiers 37 (July 1954)
trans. in Film Culture, no. 2, vol. I, 1955, reprinted in Sarris, Interviews
with Film Directors; extracts also in this volume (Ch. 28).
'Un Trousseau de fausses des' (on Hitchcock) in Cahiers 39 (October 1954)
trans. as 'Skeleton Keys' in Film Culture, no. 32, Spring 1964, reprinted in Cahiers
du Cinema in English, no. 2, 1966.
'L' Admirable Certitude' (on Johnny Guitar) (under pseudonym Robert Lachenay)
in Cahiers 46 (April 1955)
trans. (of version of original) as 'Johnny Guitar' in Truffaut, Films in My Life; trans.
of original in this volume (Ch. 11).
'Abel Gance, desordre et genie' (on La Tour de Nesle) (under pseudonym Robert
Lachenay) in Cahiers 47 (May 1955)
trans. as 'La Tour de Nesle' in Truffaut, Films in My Life.
'Le Derby des psaumes' (on Vera Cruz) in Cahiers 48 (June 1955)
trans. as 'Vera Cruz' in Truffaut, Films in My Life.
'La Comtesse etait Beyle' (on The Barefoot Contessa) in Cahiers 49 (July 1955)
trans. (of version of original) as 'The Barefoot Contessa' in Truffaut, Films in My
Life .
'Portrait d'Humphrey Bogart' (under pseudonym Robert Lachenay) in Cahiers 52
(November 1955)
trans. (of revised version of original) as 'Portrait of Humphrey Bogart' in Truffaut,
Films in My Life.
'Lola au bucher' (on Lola Montes) in Cahiers 55 (January 1956)
trans. (of version of original) as 'Lola Montes' in Truffaut, Films in My Life.
'Entretien avec Howard Hawks' (with Jacques Becker, Jacques Rivette) in Cahiers
56 (February 1956)
'La Main de Marilyn' (on The Seven Year Itch) (under pseudonym Robert Lachenay)
in Cahiers 57 (March 1956)
trans. (of version close to original) as 'The Seven Year Itch' in Truffaut, Films in
My Life.
'L' Attraction des sexes' (on Baby Doll) in Cahiers 67 Oanuary 1957)
trans. (of version of original) as 'Baby Doll' in Truffaut, Films in My Life.
300 '" (" .. ,
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'Entretien avec Max {with Jacques Rivette) in Cahiers 72 aune 1957)
trans. as 'Interview with V'.1X Ophuls' in Willemen, P. (ed.), Ophuls, London,
British Film Institute, 1 .. (
'Parlons-en!' (on Twelve AilS"!" ,\1cl") in Cahiers 77 (December 1957) / '

trans. as 'Twelve Angry 1\j.:;.1; i(l Truffaut, Films in My Life.
'Bio-filmographie de Jean Renoir' in Cahiers 78 (Christmas 1957) (notes by Truffaut
on Nana, Charleston, Marquittu, Tire au fianc, Toni, Le Crime de Monsieur Lange, La
Vie est a nous, La Grande Illu::;i(J/l, La Marseillaise, La RegIe du jeu, This Land is Mine)
'Photo du Mois: Les avions font }' amour dans Jet Pilot de Sternberg' in Cahiers 80
(February 1958)
trans. (of version of original) as 'Jet Pilot' in Truffaut, Films in My Life.
'Si jeunes et des Japonais' (on Juvenile Passion) in Cahiers 83 (May 1958)
trans. as 'Juvenile Passion' in Truffaut, Films in My Life.
'll faisait bon vivre' (on Bazin) in Cahiers 91 aanuary 1959)
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n.d., reprinted in Denby, D. (ed.), The 400 Blows, New York, Grove Press, 1969.
Closely related material: see contemporaneous (though often revised) but non
Cahiers writing collected in Truffaut, Films in My Life; Truffaut (with the
collaboration of Helen G. Scott), Hitchcock, New York, Simon & Schuster, 1967;
London, Seeker & Warburg, 1968 (originally published as Le Cinema selon Hitchcock,
Paris, 1966) strongly reflects Truffaut's work on Hitchcock in the 1950s.
VISCONTI, Luchino
'Entretien avec Luchino Visconti' (by Jacques Doniol-Valcroze and Jean Domarchi)
in Cahiers 93 (March 1959)
trans. as 'Visconti Interviewed' in Sight and Sound, vol. 28, nos 3-4,
Summer-Autumn 1959.
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Cahiers du Cinema in the 19605 and 1970s
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This volume of material fram Cahiers du Cinema covers the period 1951-9. Forth-
coming volumes will select material from 1960 through to the mid-1970s.
Volume 2: 1960-8
By 1959 Cahiers was well established as the major influence in French film criticism.
Its polemical positions on American cinema, in particular, had begun to generate
enormous controversy in critical circles both in France and elsewhere, notably in
Britain. At the same time, there is little doubt that this controversy would not
have received the attention it did had the films of the French Wave' not
dominated critical attention as extensively as they did in the period from 1958 to
the early 1960s. Aithough by no means all the new French film-makers came from
the ranks of Cahiers critics, enough important ones - Truffaut, Godard, Chabrat,
later Rivette and Rohmer - did, and the prestige won by their films forced even
critics hostile to Cahiers criticism to take their critical interests and judgments
seriously. Thus, Richard Roud:
I wonder how many English critics would have included (in their lists of ten
best films of the year) Hitchcock's Vertigo, Samuel Fuller's Run of the Arrow,
Douglas Sirk's A Time to Love and a Time to Die, or Nicholas Ray's Wind Across
the Everglades. One's first reaction might be to conclude that these men must
be very foolish. And indeed, until a year or two ago, one might have got
away with it. But today it would be difficult, I think, to maintain that film-
makers like Alain Resnais, Truffaut, Claude Chabrol, Jean-Luc
Godard, Pierre Kast and Jean-Pierre Melville are fools.1
The combination of prestige and controversy brought the circulation of Cahiers
from around 3,000 in the early and mid-1950s to around 12,000 in the early 1960s
and to a peak of over 13,000 in the mid- and late 19605.
A great deal of the supposed critical 'excess' of Cahiers belongs to the early 1960s,
when Eric Rohmer was largely responsible for editorial policy. It was an excess
marked by the growing influence of a group of critics, often identified as 'MacMa-
honists', after the MacMahon cinema which specialized in American movies, but
pulling along with them others on the journal, including Rohmer himself, and
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shifting the central focus qf criticism to an almost abstract conception of mise en
scene and to a group of ne'Nry ;;/.((laim.ed auteurs, among whom figures like Joseph
Losey, Raoul Walsh, FriL' C-{::o Preminger and Italian epic director Vittorio
Cottafavi were out of modesty, but nevertheless surpris-
ingly, relatively little aiJel.lt the French New Wave in the early 1960s.
Certainly, the interest in cinema, and particularly Italian cinema, which
had been so important in the 19505 now seemed in decline. There is little doubt
that these directions of Calliers worried some of its earlier editorial leaders who
continued to be associated with the journal. Jacques Doniol-Valcroze and Pierre
Kast, for example, both Left or liberal, were concerned about its increasing 'apoliti-
cism', if not its drift to the Right. Godard was arguing in 1962 that no new ideas
were coming out of Cahiers: 'There is no longer any position to defend ... Now
that everyone is agreed, there isn't so much to say. The thing that made Cahiers
was its position in the front line of battle.'2 Jacques Rivette and Michel Delahaye
wanted to see more discussion in Cahiers of 'new cinema', new cultural theories,
politics - directions which Rohmer did not find very sympathetic. In 1963, as a
result of these dissatisfactions, an editorial committee was imposed on Rohmer,
who was soon after replaced as chief editor by Rivette, who remained there in the
period 1963-5.
To be fair, the early 1960s were not in fact as narrow as this account implies .
. The contents of Volume 2 show that alongside the 'extremist' work on American
cinema, there was a growing interest in quite different areas, such as the influence
of Bertolt Brecht's work on film-making and film criticism and the developments
in cinema-verite and direct cinema. Such new directions were given considerable
impetus, however, in the mid-1960s, with the very conscious encouragement of
an interest in current theoretical work in areas like anthropology and linguisticS
which were relevant to film - represented in Volume 2 by an interview with
Roland Barthes. Probably most important was the development of a polemic for
a 'new cinema' and for a conscious politicisation of criticism. Inevitably, these new
directions involved a reassessment of the stance Cahiers had taken to American
cinema in the past, as well as a recognition that American cinema itself was
undergoing significant changes. Certainly, overall, one needs to think of Cahiers
in this period as beginning to question assumptions which had been fundamental
to its earlier views on AmerIcan cinema: questions about the concept of authorship,
questions about the ideological function of American cinema. To be clear, this was
not a rejection of American cinema, rather a re-thinking in the context of a more
rigorously political and theoretical critical practice
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These more rigorously political and theoretical positions are, of course, those
generally associated with Cahiers in the post-1968 period, but it would be wrong
to see the events of 1968 as a sudden turning point: very clearly, the journal was
already moving in these directions from the mid-1960s onwards. Paradoxically,
Cahiers changed owner-publisher in the mid-1960s and was redesigned to look
more 'popular', just at the time it was beginning to become less 'popular' in the
areas of cinema it valued and hence less 'popular' in appeal. During the short but
very intense period covered by Volume 3, Cahiers lost readers and went through
ownership crises, ending the peri.od with a very austere cover design and a new
financial structure.
If the critical identity of Cahiers had been clear and influential in the late 19505,
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then less distinct in the 1960s, it now became, in the post-1968 period, once
again polemical and a source of enormous influence and controversy. This time,
however, the polemics - more political, more theoretical - had less widespread
appeal: whereas the critical controversies around auih,)rship and American cinema
and mise en scene in the late 1950s subsequently in however crude or
partial a form, writing about film generally - in newspaper reviewing, for example
- the theoretical work of Cahiers in the 1969-72 period had its effects in the narrower
field of serious film writing and film teaching.
Those effects were, however, very radical. They had to do, essentially, with the
elaboration of a 'politics of cinema' in the wake of the events of May 1968
3
and
the upheaval they caused within left wing politics in France and, within those
politics, radical thinking about the function of culture and cultural work. The
crucial areas of debate became those embodied in the title of a celebrated 1969
Cahiers editorial: 'Cinema/Ideology/Criticism'. 4 Central to this debate was the
concept of 'dominant ideology', formulated by philosopher Louis Althusser in his
re-reading of Marx, and the manner in which such a dominant ideology was
carried in cinema. As Volume 3 puts it, part of what was involved was a definitive
break with the 'idealist' representational aesthetic of realism associated with Andre
Bazin, so central to Cahiers' past, and its replacement with an aesthetic based on
'montage' and its association with dialectical materialism, in particular its relation-
ship to Eisenstein i\nd the Soviet cinema of the 1920s, which became a major area
for 'rediscovery' by Cahiers in this period.
The nature and function of criticism itself also became central: what was the
status of the 'scientific' criticism Cahiers wished to practise, with its borrowings
from the post-Freudian psychoanalytic work of Jacques Lacan, in relation to the
spectator as 'subject', and from grammatologist Jacques Derrida, in relation to the
process of 'reading'? As well as a rediscovery of Soviet cinema, this period also
produced sustained work in the 're-reading' of French and American cinema of
the past, in analysis of the new cinema of film-makers such as Miklos Jancs6 and
l Jean-Marie Straub and Daniele Huillet, and in systematic ideological analysis of
contemporary 'political' films, such as those by Costa-Gavras.
Volume 4: The Later 19705
The Cahiers project in the later 1970s very much continues and extends the political
and theoretical positions elaborated in the post-1968 period, in particular questions
around the place of the spectator, from the psychoanalytic work of Lacan, and
questions around politics and history arising out of the work of Michel Foucault.
The continuing overall commitment to understanding the operation of bourgeOis
cinema, through systematic re-reading of both films and film history, criticism and
theory, was complemented by a commitment to exploring alternatives to bourgeois
cinema, whether the deconstructed European cinema of Godard, Straub-Huillet
and others or, increaSingly important in this period, the 'anti-imperialist' cinema
in, for example, Algeria, Palestine, China, Chile. To some extent there was also a
re-focusing on French cinema, as Cahiers had done in the 1950s, prior to the New
Wave, and on the way in which a genuinely 'national' French cinema needed to
be understood and generated. In these senses, questions about cinema and cultural
struggle remained at the head of the Cahiers agenda: what could a radical film
journal contribute to political struggle on the cultural front?
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1 Richard Roud, 'The French Line', Sight and Sound, vol. 29, no. 4, Autumn 1960,
p.167.
2 Interview with Jean-Lu.:: Calliers 138, December 1962; trans. in Tom
Milne (ed.), Godard on Gndl.mt, LJndon, Seeker & Warburg; New York, Viking,
1972, p. 195.
3 For an account of the events of May 1968, see Sylvia Harvey, May 68 and Film
Culture, London, British Film Institute, 1978.
4 Jean-Louis Comolli and Jean Narboni, 'Cinema/Ideology/Criticism', Cahiers 216,
October 1969; trans. in Screen, vol. 12, no. 1, Spring 1971, reprinted in Bill
Nichols (ed.), Movies and Methods, Berkeley, University of California Press, 1976,
and in Screen Reader I, London, Society for Education in Film and Television,
1977.
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Index of Names and Film Titles
Abraham Lillcoln, 57
Action immediate, 48
Aeschylus, 241
Affaire est dans Ie sac, L', 32
African Queen, The, 99
After the Thill Man, 163
Air Force, 129
Aldrich, Robert, 94-6, Ill,
116, 163, 236, 243, 245
Henri, 50
Alexander Nevsky, 238
Ali Baba, 35
All About Eve, 206, 245
Allegret, Yves, 236-7, 239
Alton, John, 117
American in Paris, An, 258
Amiche, Le, 39
Andrews, Dana, 134, 141
Angel Face, 78-9, 132-5, 225
Antoine et Antoinette, 233
Antonioni, Michelangelo,
36, 39, 63, 176
Apache, 96
Aristotle, 91
Arnoul, Franc;oise, 47-9
Artaud, Antonin, 9
Arts, 4, 54
Asphalt Jungle, The. 2.28
Astruc, Alexand{(;, 9,
22-4, 37-8, 41-3, 225,
266-8
Atalante, L', 57, 149
Audiberti, Jacques, 199
Aurenche, Jean, H, 21-2,
33
Auriol, Jean-George, 2, 273
Autant-Lara, Claude, 2,
39-40, 43, 239, 265
Ayfre, Amedee, 176,
182-90
Ayme, Marcel, 43
Baby Face Nelson, 51
Bacall, Lauren, 274
Bach, J. S., 208, 277
Bad and the Beautiful, The,
243-4
Ball of Fire, 126-7, 129
Balzac, Honore de, 43, 198,
238, 240
Bardot, Brigitte, 48
Barefoot Can tessa, The, 99,
236, 243-5
Baron of Arizona, The, 146
Barthes, Roland, 67
Basehart, Richard, 149
Bastide, Regis, 64
Bataille, Georges, 230
Battleship Potemkin, The, 238
Baudelaire, Charles-Pierre,
201, 254, 268
Bazin, Andre, 2-5, 7, 10,
22-3, 25-6, 31-45, 73-5,
77-9, 81-3, 98-101, 107,
165-7, 169-72, 176, 178,
180-1, 186, 197, 212-13,
221, 223-5, 232, 248-58,
261-3, 270-2, 273
Beaumarchais, Pierre-
Augustin Caron de, 92,
250
Beau Serge, Le, 24
Beauvoir, Simone de, 63
Becker, Jacques, 2-3, 9, 13,
22-4, 28-30, 34-6, 38-9,
264
BEethoven, Ludwig van,
89, 248, 254
307
Belle et la bete, La, 50
Benedek, Laszlo, 95, 244
Bergman, Ingmar, 3, 50, 70,
175
Bergman, Ingrid, 63, 118,
196, 199-201, 206
Bernanos, Georges, 41, 45,
51
Bernard, Raymond, 265
Berry, John, 244
Best Years of Our Litles, The,
271
Belfond a Reasonable Doubt,
78, 140-3
Bezzerides, A. I., 163
Bhowalli JUllction, 116
Biberman, Herbert, 237
Bicvele Thieves, 25, 176,
180-1, 185-7
Biggers, Earl Derr, 158
Bigger than Life, 123,
Big Heat, The, 132 '
Big House, The, 230
Big Knife, The, 96, 243-4
Big Sky, The, 80, 82
Big Sleep, The, 81, 100, 126,
129-30, 160-1
Birth of a Nation, 278
Bitsch, Charles, 120-4
Bitter VictoyV, 79, 118-19,
124 .
Blue Angel, The, 127
Boetticher, Budd, 82-3,
169, 171
Bogart, Humphrey, 74, 81,
98-101, 128-30, 161
Bannard, Pierre, 254
Borges, Jorge Luis, 69
Born to Kill, 162
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Clair, Rene, 2, 253
Domarchi, jean, 4, 59-69,
Bost, Pierre, 5-6, 21-2
Clement, Rene, 2-3, 22,
81, 146, 221-3, 235-46,
BoulIe, Pierre, 40-1
34-6, 39-40, 255
249, 252
Bourvil, 230
Clift, Montgomery, 128
Donen, Stanley, 80
Bradbury, Ray, 68
Cloche, Maurice, 183
Doniol-Valcroze, jacques,
Brando, Marlon, 100, 172
Clouzot, Henri-Georges, L,
2-5, 12, 31-45, 59-69,
Braque, Georges, 66
22, 34, 36, 39--40, 50, 142,
224, 280
Bresson, Robert, 3-5, 7,
144
Dos Passos, john, 61, 92,
22-3,28,34,36,39-41,45,
Cocteau, Jean, 2-4, 7, 22-3,
185
80, 105, 141, 144, 190,
28, 33, 51, 67, 95
Dostoevsky, Fyodor, 69,
255, 278
Cohl, Emile, 2
235, 240
Bringing Up Baby, 127
Colbert, Claudette, 88
Dov'e la liberM?, 201
Broken Blossoms, 118
Comolli, Jean-Louis, 223
Dovzhenko, Alexander, 3
Brooks, Richard, 3, 94-6,
Condamne a mart s'est
Dratler, Jay, 159, 161
111, 116, 147, 149, 153
echappe, Un, 141, 144
Dreyer, Carl, 2, 7, 56, 61,
Build My Gallows High, see
Confidential Report, 143,
73, 93, 132, 143, 271
Out of the Past
253-5
Drunken Angel, 260
Bunuel, Luis, 2-3, 7
Conrad, Joseph, 40, 100
Duca, La, 3-4
Burnett, W. R., 159
Cooper, Gary, 37, 74,
Duras, Marguerite, 24, 59,
Burton, Richard, 118-19
99-101
61,64, 69
Buscombe, Edward, 223
Comeille, Pierre, 130
DiiTer, Albrecht, 239
Bus Stop, 258
Cottafavi, Vittorio, 224
Durgnat, Raymond, 8
Butler, Samuel, 233
Cousins, Les, 67
Duvivier, julien, 37, 233
Butor, Michel, 64
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Crawford, Joan, 109, 112
Dwan, Allan, 2, 80, 96
Cristo proibito, 11, 187
Crosland, Alan, 276
Ecrall Fran(,ais, 3
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Cagney, james, 112, 117
Cukor, George, 80, 89, 92,
[douard ct Caroline, 28-30, Caine Mutiny, The, 100
116, 243, 245
39 Caldwell, Erskine, 37, 92
Eisenstein, S. M., 2-3, 7, Canary Murder Case, The,
25-6, 59--60, 73, 93,
158
Dagover, Lil, 275
118-19, 153, 238, 275 Capra, Frank, 90, 127, 232
Dames du Bois de Boulogne,
Eisner, Lotte, 2
Careo, Francis, 41
Les, 22, 69, 144
Elena ct II'S hommes, 36, 60,
Carmen lones, 9
Daquin, Louis, 237
63, 116, 118 Carne, Marcel, 62, 88, 189
Dark Corner, The, 160
Eliot, T. 5., 265 0
Carrosse d'or, Le, 22, 30, 57,
Dark Page, The, 145
Elsaesser, Thomas, I, 7, 1 143, 193, 254, 274, 277-8
Dark Passage, 160
Engels, Friedrich, 233
Caspary, Vera, 161
Dassin, Jules, 81, 95, 107,
Espions, Les, 144
Casque d'or, 22, 2&--30, 39
162, 244
Esprit, 3, 186
Castellani, Renato, 108
Daves, Delmer, 148, 159
Et Dieu . . . Crt?a la femme,
Caughie, John, 10, 12, 75-6
Deadlier Than the Male, see
23, 42, 47-50, 118 1
Cayatte, Andre, 43, 144,
Born to Kill
Europa '51, 194--6, 199,20 ,
264
Dean, James, 98, 100-1,
206, 209-10, 212, 251,
Cezanne, Paul, 167
112-13, 122-3
271, 274
Chabrol, Claude, 3-4, 12,
Deeae, Henri, 51
Evans, Gene, 149
24, 78, 81, 136--9, 158--64,
De Filippo, Eduardo, 211
223
Degas, Edgar, 199
Fairbanks, Douglas, 99 Chandler, Raymond, 159
Delannoy, jean, 35
Far COImtT1/, The, 166 Chaplin, Charles, 2, 7, 90,
DelIuc, Louis, 61
Farewell, My Lovely, see 118, 232-3, 253, 261, 275
De Mille, Ceeil B., 150
Murder Mil Sweet
Chardonne, Jacques, 45,
Derek, john, 112
Faulkner, William, 42, 59,
199
Dernieres vacances, Les, 39,
61, 66, 90, 92, 266
C"ienne, La, 57
184
Faust, 57n
C"illa Gate, 148, 150-1
De Sica, Vittorio, 25, 36,
Fellini, Federico, 38-9, 176,
Chretien, Henri, 280
180-1, 185-6, 189, 203
199 Christian-laque, 264
Diaboliques, Les, 40
Fernandel, 230
Cielo slilla pall/de, 189
Diary of a Chambermllid, 278
Five Fillgers, 245 Citizl?II KIIIIC, 100, 199, 243,
Dmytryk, Edward, 95, 159,
Fixed Bayonets, 145-6, 148,
253-5, 262, 271
228--9
150-2
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Flaherty, Robert 2 4 214
271 ' " '
Flaubert, Gustave, 43, 238
Fleischer, Richard, 94
Florey, Robert, 159
Fontaine, Joan, 142
Ford, John, 3, 80, 116, 153,
169, 232, 257, 261-2
Forty Guns, 150
Francesco, guiIlare di dio 194
200 ' ,
Franju, Georges, 3, 22-4
Frankenheimer, John, 3
Fuller, Samuel, 3, 7, 12, 75,
79-80, 94, 116, 145--54,
224
Furtwangler, Wilhelm, 89
Fury, 143
Cabin, Jean, 29, 36-7, 98-9,
101
Gable, Clark, S8
Cance, Abel, 22-3, 57,253,
277, 281
GaTaudy, Alain, 236
Garfo
n
sauvage, Le, 184
Gardner, Ava, 74
Gazette du Cinema, 4
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes,
243, 246
Germany Year Zero, 49, 183,
194-5, 209-10 .
Gide, Andre, 199 .
Giraudoux, Jean, 250
Gish, Lillian, 118, 200, 275
Godard, Jean-Luc, 4-6, 8,
11-13, 23-5, 47-50, 51,
59-69, 79, 116-17,
118-19, 175, 177
Goddess, The, 51
Goethe, Johann Wolfgang
von, 68, 119, 196, 198,
241, 248
Gold Rush, The, 254
Gosha, Heinosuke, 264
Grahame, Gloria, 110
Grand amour de Beethoven,
Un, 57
Grant, Cary, 37, 127-8
Grapes of Wrath, The, 232
Greed, 270
Gremillon, Jean, 2, 37, 183,
239
Grierson, John, 2
Griffith, D. W., 57, 89, 94,
96, 118-19, 194, 275, 281
Guitry, Sacha, 22-4, 62
Gunn, James, 163 ",'r>
Guns in the Afternoon, see
Ride the High Country
Hamer, Robert, 233
Hammett, Dashiell, 92,
158-9
Hart, William, 170, 172
Hasse, O. E., 48-9
Hathaway, Henry, 159-60,
281
Hawks, Howard, 2-5, 7-8,
12, 51, 57, 74-9, 81-2, 89,
91-2, 96, 108, 112,
126-31, 134, 153, 161,
177, 193-4, 198, 236, 243,
246, 248, 257, 279
Hayden, Sterling, 117
Hayward, Susan, 112
Hayworth, Rita, 74, 118,
186
Hecht, Ben, 160
Hegel, G. W. F., 61, 241-4
Heidegg
er
, Martin, 189,244
Hell and High Water, 146,
148-51
Hemingway, Ernest, 42, 92
Hess, John, 6, 177
High Noon, 166, 170,,$/ 1.
High Sierra, 99, 159
Hiroshima mon amour, 10,
23--6, 53, 59-69, 267
Hitchcock, Alfred, 2-5, 12,
38, 55, 57, 75-9, 81, 89,
108, 134, 136-9, 144,
161-2, 193-4, 197, 223,
236, 243, 246, 248, 279
H61derlin, Friedrich, 241
Homer, 238
Homes, Geoffrey, 160
Homme marche dans la ville,
Un, 188
Hossein, Robert, 47, 49
Hot Blood, 79, 116-17, 123
House of Bamboo, 146, 149,
151-3
Houston, Penelope, 11
Hoveyda, Fereydo
un
, 8,
10-11, 22, 25, 53-7, 76,
212-16
Human Voice, The, 196
Huss
erl
, Edmund, 185, 189
Huston, John, 41, 100, 111,
159, 249, 255
Ichac, Marcel, 282
I confess, 57, 200
IDl-iEC (Institut des
Hautes Etudes
Cinematographiques),
309
13, 17
I Killed Jesse James, 146
Imai, Tadashi, 264
In a Lonely Place, 107, 110,
112, 115, 120, 122, 162-3
Ince, Thomas, 170
India, 59, 212
Indian Tomb, The, 225 ,"
Intolerance, 57, 199 '
Intruder in the Dust, 233,'
Ireland, John, 149
It Happened One Night, 88
Ivan the Terrible, 238
Ivy, 159
I Was a Male War Bride, ,J
128-9 J
James, Henry, 40, 90
Janning
s
, Emil, 127, 200
Jansen, cornelius, 203
Jeanson, Henri, 40
Jeux interdits, 39
Joan of Arc at the Stake, 196,
198
Johnny Guitar, 76-7, 82,
107-10, 112, 114, 116,
121-3
Jouhandeau, Marcel, 162
Journal d'un cure de
campagne, Le, 39, 230
Tourney into Autumn, 63
Jour se leve, Le, 62, 98
Joyce, James, 65, 262
JuIliard, Robert, 49
Jurgens, Curt, 48, 118-19
Juvenile Passion, 13, 51, 54
Kafka, Franz, 188, 232,
235-6
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Kant, Immanuel, 203
Kast, Pierre, 3, 5-6, 12, 24,
31-45, 59-69, 221-3,
227-34,282
Kazan, Elia, 100, 244
Kelly, Gene, 80
Kelly, Grace, 137, 139
Kennedy, Arthur, 117
Kennedy, Burt, 82
Kern, Jerome, 245
Key Largo, 100
Khrushchev, Nikita, 222,
235,236
Kiley, Richard, 149
Kind Hearts and Coronets,
230, 232-3
King in New York, A, 118
Kinoshita, Keisuke, 265
Kinug
asa
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suke
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Kiss Me Deadly, %, 163, 245
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Kiss of Death, 160
Kitses, Jim, 82-3
Klossowski, Pierre, 65
Knock on Any Door, 107, 112
Kohler, Richard, 271-2
Koster, Henry, 276, 278
Kubrick, Stanley, 79, 140
Kurosawa, Akira, 224,
260-5
Labiche, Eugene, 92
Labourdette, Elina, 28
Labro, Maurice, 48
La Cava, Gregory, 246
Lachenay, Robert
(pseudonym of
Truffaut), 98
Lady from Shanghai, The,
118, 162, 243
Lady in the Lake, The, 159,
161
Lady Windermere's Fan, 275
Lang, Fritz, 2-3, 8, 57, 68,
75, 79, 81, 91, 132, 134,
140-3, 153, 161-2, 177,
193, 224-5, 236, 243, 248,
261, 278-9
Langdon, Harry, 2
Langlois, Henri, 2
Larbaud, Valery, 254
Lassally, Walter, 270
Laura, 134-5, 161
Laurel and Hardy, 2
Lawrence, D. H., 116
Leaud, Jean-Pierre, 62
Le Chanois, Jean-Paul, 35,
43,236, 264
Le Corbusier, 273
Leenhardt, Roger, 2-3, 22,
25, 31-45, 73
Left-Handed Gun, The, 51
Lenin, V. I., 240
Les Girls, 80
Letzte Mann, Der, 128
Levi-Strauss, Claude, 37
Levy, Raoul, 47
Liliom, 57
Lindfors, Viveca, 112
Lipsky, Eleazar, 160
Living,
Lizzani, Carlo, 40
Logan, Joshua, 94, 116, 258
Lola Montes, 36
Losey, Joseph, 81, 94, 107,
162, 224, 244
Lovecraft, H. P., 68
Lubitsch, Ernst, 2, 275
LudWig, Edward, 7
Index of Names and Fi1n. Titles
Lumet, Sidney, 3, 79, 140
Lumiere, Louis, 182, 176
Lupino, Ida, 112, 122
Lust for Life, 249, 2Si
Lusty Men, The, 91, 104-5,
107, 112, 116
Luther, Martin, 203
M,262
McArthur, Colin, 83
McCarey, Leo, 127
MacDonald, Joe, 117, 151
MacOrlan, Pierre, 41
Madame Bovary, 278
Madame de . . ., 22
Magnani, Anna, 196, 200
Magnificent Ambersons, The,
281
Mainwaring, Daniel, see
Homes, Geoffrey
Malraux, Andre, 6, 41, 45,
91, 143
Maltese Falcon, The, 99-100,
159, 228
Manet, Edouard, 66, 199,
205, 268
Man from Laramie, The, 82,
165-7
Mankiewicz, Joseph L., 89,
95, 111, 236, 243, 245-6
Mann, Anthony, 3, 37-8,
81-3, 94-6, 116, 166-7,
169-70, 236, 257
Mann, Daniel, 244
Man Who Knew Too Much,
The, 251
Marcel, Gabriel, 189
MarcoreUes, Louis, 22-3
Marguerite de la nuit, 43
Marker, Chlis, 67
Marlowe, Christopher, 145,
154
Marquand, Christian, 48-9
Marvin, Lee, 172
Marx, Karl, 236, 238, 242-4,
246
Matisse, Henri, 66, 193,
195, 197-8, 212, 251, 254
Matras, Christian, 50
Mature, Victor, 274
Mauriac, Claude, 28, 211
Mauvaises rencontres, Les,
23,42
Meeker, Ralph, 147-8, 150
Georges, 2, 276
Melville, Herman, 90
MelVille, Jean-Pierre, 12, 51
Merleau-Ponty, Maurice,
310
185
Metropolis, 57, 68
Michelangelo, 248, 277
Miller, Henry, 244
Mineo, Sal, 11:)-14
Minnelli, Vincente, 3, 7,
1, 236, 243-4, 246,
249, 257
Miracle, The, 194, 200-1
Miracle in Milan, 193 .
Mr Arkadin, see Confidential
Report
Mr. Smith Goes to
Washington, 229
Mistons, Les, 53, 56
Mitchum, Robert, 112
Mizoguchi, Kenji, 3, 224-5,
261-2, 264-5, 266-8
Moliere, 128, 251
Monkey Business, 75, 92,
129, 161, 243, 257
Monroe, Marilyn, 74, 127,
246
Monsieur Verdoux, 230, 232,
254
Montaigne, Michel Eyquem
de, 196
Montgomery, Robert, 159,
161
Montherlant, Henri de, 243
Moon is Blue, The, 132, 135
Moravia, Alberto, 199
MouUet, Luc, 75, 79-80,
145-54, 224, 260-3
Mourlet, Michel, 79, 224
Moussy, Marcel, 55--6
Movie, 11, 77-8
Mozart, W. A., 193, 200
Murder My Sweet, 159, 163,
228
Murnau, F. W., 4, 7, 57, 73,
93, 118, 128, 144, 194, 197,
207, 268, 271, 275, 278,
281
Naked City, 228
Naked Spur, The, 169,
276
Narboni, Jean, 223
Naruse, Miko, 264
Negulesco, Jean, 276
Niagara, 281-2
Notorious, 138, 274
Nowell-Smith, Geoffrey,
10, 222
Nuit du carrefour, La, 48
Nuit et brouillard, 68
'Objectif 49', 3, 38, 280

October, 26 67
o'J;>onnell: Cathy, 112
Oell pour oeil, 144
Oland, Warner, 158
On Dangerous Ground, 104,
107, 112, 114, 120-1, 124
162 '
One Exciting Night, 160
Only Angels Have Wings 89
129-30 ' ,
Ophuls, Max, 22-3 36 50
SO,266 ,,'
Ordet, 13, 56, 143 .;, '.
Orphee,22
Oswald, Gerd, 94
Out of the Past, 160
Oxford Opinion, 11
Pabst, G. W., 2
Pagliero, Marcel, 188-9
Pagnol, Marcel. 62
Paisa, 194-5, 201, 209-11
Park Row, 146, 150
Pascal, Blaise, 190
Passion of loan of Arc, The,
270, 277
Pate, Michael, 147
Paura, La, 143
Pavese, Cesare, 37, 39
Peguy, Charles, 203
Pepe Ie Moko, 99
Perkins, V. F" 9-10, 74,
76-7, 80
Picasso, Pablo, 61, 66-7, 90,
193, 251
Pichel, Irving, 5
Pickup on South Street, 146,
148, 150-1, 153
Picnic, 258
Pinky, 230
Pointe courte, La, 66
Posit;!, 1-2, 6, 222
poussin, Nicolas, 193
Preminger, Otto, 3, 9, 79,
95, 116, 132-5, 161-2, 224
Prevert, Pierre, 32-3
Price, Vincent, 149
Proust, Marcel, 65, 162,
199, 266, 268
Prowler, The, 162-3
pudovkin, Vsevol
od
1., 2,
238
Quai des Brumes, 61, 88
400 Coups, Les, 10, 22-5, 51,
53-7, 62
Queen Kelly, 57
Quelque part en Europe, 184
Queneau, Raymond, 3, 233
, .
R,lr:nt?, Jean, 252-3
Radigt.!et, Raymond, 67
Raft, George, 100
Rancho Notorious, 91, 278
RasllOmon, 260-2
Ray, Man, 2
Ray, Nicholas, 3, 12,57,
74-7, 79, 81-2, 89, 91,
94-6, 104-5, 107-24, 153,
162, 177, 194, 248, 255
Rear Window, 78, 136-9
Rebecca, 138, 206
Rebel Without a Cause, 76,
111-16, 120-4
Record of a Living Being, 260
Red River} 82, 91, 126,
128-30. 144
Reggiani, Serge, 29
RegIe du jeu, La, 30, 57, 61,
199, 254, 271, 278, 281
Rembrandt van Ryn, 254
Renoir, Claude, 50
Renoir. Jean, 2-5, 7-8,
22-3, 28, 30, 36, 48, 56-7,
60, 62-3, 73, 80, 93, 116,
118-19, 132, 143, 177,
193-4, 197-8, 212, 248-9,
253, 279
Resnais, Alain, 3, 12, 23--6,
59--69
Revolt of Mamie Stover, The,
117
Revue du Cinema, La, 2-3, 5,
225, 232
Rhode, Eric, 5
Ride the High Country, 8
RiJke, Rainer Maria, 265
Rimbaud, Arthur, 252
Rio Bravo, 11-12
Riva, Emmanuell
e
, 62. 65,
69
River, The, 199-200,254,278
Rivette, Jacques, 4-5, 12,
21, 24---6, 31-45, 59-69,
73-80, 94-7, 104-5, Ill,
126-35, 140-4, 151, 175-8,
192-203, 209, 212-16,
223-5, 255, 257, 270--1,
275-9
Robbe-Grillet, Alain, 24, 64
Robinson, Edward G., 100
Rogers, Ginger, 127
Rohmer, Eric (pseudonym
of Maurice Scherer), 2-5,
12, 21, 24-5, 31-45,
59--69, 73-4, 76, 78, 80-1,
88-93, 111-15, 176-7,
196, 205-8, 209-12,
311
. '';.,'
222-4, 248-50, 254,
270-1, 280-3
Roman, Ruth, 119
Rome, Open City, 177, 201,
205, 209-10
Rope, 273-4, 277, 281
Rossellini, Roberto, 2-5, 8,
21, 25, 36, 39, 51, 56-7. 63,
66, 68, 73, 76-7, SO, 93,
96-7, 108, 117-19, 143-4,
176-$, 184-5, 189,
192-203, 205-7, 209-16,
248, 255
Rosten, Leo, 159
Roud, Richard, 12, 78
Rouquier} Georges, 2
Roussel, Raymond, 129
Run for Cover, 112
Run of the ArroW, 12, 145-53
Russell, Gail, 171-2
Russell, Jane, 117
Ruttmann, Walter, 2
Ryan, Robert, 112
Sadoul. Georges, 2
St, Francis, see Francesco,
guillare di dio
Saint-Real, 238-9
Sait-on jamais?, 13, 23, 47-50
Sanders, George, 196, 206
Sarris, Andrew, 11, 13,
77-8
Sartre, Jean-Paul, 9, 41. 56,
187-9, 252, 273
Scarface, 129, 144, 160--1
Scherer, Maurice, see
Rohmer, Eric
Sciuscia (Shoeshine), 180
Scott. Randolph, 170--2
Searchers, The, 169
Sennett, Mack} 92
Senso, 36
Seven Men from NoW, 82,
169-72
Seven Samurai, The, 260--2,
265
Seven Year Itch, The, 258
Shakespeare, William, 154,
248, 251
Shane, 82, 170
5hindo, Kaneto, 265
Siamo donne, 196
Sight and sound. 11-12,
76-8, 222, 270-2
5igno
ret
, Simone, 29
Simmons, Jean, 133, 135
Sing
ier
, Gustave, 251
Sirk, Douglas, 12
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So Close to Life, 63 ,',"
Soldati, Mario, 199
Something of Value, 147 :1 '.
Song is Born, A, 127
Sophocles, 241
Spillane, Mickey, 163
Stagecoach, 81, 170, 257
Stalin, Joseph, 235--6
Star is Born, A, 243, 245
Steel Helmet, The, 145--6,
148, 150-1, 153
Steiger, Rod, 147-9
Stendhal (Henri Seyle), 43,
198, 238
Sternberg, Josef von, 2
Stevens, George, 82, 170,
244
Stevenson, Robert Louis, 91
Stewart, James, 37, 137-9,
166
Strangers on a Train, 243
Stravinsky, Igor, 59, 66,
193, 200, 254
Stroheim, Erich von, 2, 7,
213, 253, 271, 275
Stromboli, 57, 63, 143, 194,
196, 201, 206, 209-12
Sturges, Preston, 232
Sue, Eugene, 236
Sullivan's Travels, 230 '
Summer with Monika, 50
Sunrise, 57, 207
Suspicion, 144
Suvarov, 237
Swamp Water, 30
Swift, Jonathan, 232-3
Tabu, 200, 278
Taradash, Dan, 94
Tarnished Angels. The, 51
Tartuffe, 128
Tashlin, Frank, 3, 116
TatL Jacques, 22
Temps Modernes, Les, 232
Terra trema, La, 187
Testament dll Dr Cordclier,
Le,60
They Live By Night, 107, 112,
124
Thillg from Another World.
Tlte, 127, 129, 161
Thirard, Armand, 50
Third Mall. The, 146
Tiger of EscJlllap"r, TIre, 225
Time to Lope and a Time ta
Die. A, 12
Titian, 48, 254
To Have and Have Not, 92,
129-30, 144
Toland, Gregg, 2, 254
Tolstoy, Leo, 248
Touchez pas au grisbi, 13.
23-4, 2S-30
Touch of Evil, 146
Tourneur, Jacques, 160
Toute la memoire du monde,
60
Traversee de Paris, La, 40, 43
Treasure of the Sierra Madre,
The, 100
Tricheurs, Les, 149
Trintignant, Jean-Louis, 49
True Heart Susie, 57, 89
True Story of Jesse James, Tile,
153
Truffaut, 4-6,
9-10, 12-13, 21--6, 2S-30,
51, 53-7, 105,
107-10, 149, 175, 209-12,
221, 223, 249-50, 270-4
Two People, 132
Ugetsu monogatari, 224, 267
Ulmer, Edgar, 94
Ulysses, 36
Umber to D, 176, 180-1
Under Capricorn, 138, 200
Underworld, 160
Vadim, Roger, 13, 22-4, 38,
42-4. 47-50
Valentino. Rudolph. 98
Valery, Paul, 160, 199, 233
Vampyr, 13, 56
Van Dine, S. 5., 158
Van Dongen, Kees, 117
Van Gogh, Vincent. 249,
268
Van Vogt. A. E., 68
Varda, Agnes, 66-7
Velazquez, Diego
Rodriguez de Silva. 67
venus al'eugle. La. 57
Vermeer. Jan, 187
Verne, Jules, 68
Vertiso, 12
Vertov, Dziga. 182-3
312
BByerlscha
Staa\sblhliothek
Munchan
Viaggio ill Ita/ia, 144, 176,
192-203, 205-8, 211-12
Vian, Michele, 232
Vidor, King, 2, 35, 96
Vigo, Jean, 3, 51, 56, 150--1
Visconti, Luchino, 3, 36,
176, 187
Voltaire, 250, 252-3
Wahl, Jean, 190
Wajda, Andrzej, 3
Walsh, Raoul, 80, 96,
116-17, 159, 224
War arId Peace, 35
Wayne, John, 128
Weinberg, Herman, 2
Weis, Don, 7, 224
Welles, Orson, 2, 5, 7-8,49,
66, 75, 81, 95, 146, 153--4,
162, 197, 233, 236, 243,
245, 253-5
Where tire Sidewalk Ends, 162
While the City Sleeps, 243
Whirlpool, 134, 162
Widmark, Richard, 149
Wilde, Cornel, 117, 123
Wild Strawberries, 64
Williams, Warren, 158
Wind Across the Everglades,
12
Wise. Robert, 107, 162
Wollen, Peter, 77
Womal! il! the Moon, 141
Woman 011 the Beach, 132
Wood, Natalie, 112-14
Wood, Robin, 77-8, 224
Wray, Fay, 275
Wright, Frank Lloyd, 121-2
Wrong Mal!, The, 78, 141,
144
Wyler, William. 2, 38, 80
Yamamura, Satoru, 264
Yang Kwei-fei, 265
YOII Orlly Live Once, 143
Zavattini, Cesare. 3, 36,
180-1, 186, 188-9, 199
ltiY(! dt' ((mill/itt', 57
Zinnemann, Fred, 38
Zola, Emile. 230
Zukor. Adolph, 170

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