Les Belles de nuit (1952)

Already renowned for his acutely surreal and optimistic view of life, director René Clair surpassed himself with this outlandish romantic fantasy.  As French matinee idol Gérard Philipe is propelled through history and cardboard Freudian dreamscapes, into the arms of such beauties as Martine Carol and Gina Lollobrigida, Clair appears to have all but lost his tenuous grip on reality (the scene with the dinosaur confirms it) - but who cares?  This is a film which, like Clair’s earlier comic masterpieces, is intended to distract and entertain, and it does that marvellously and unashamedly.

The special effects may not be up to the standard of, say, I married a witch, but the film is so deliciously off-the-wall and frantically paced that such defects are barely noticed.  Clair attempts to use the musical form for part of the film, but somewhat half-heartedly, and this is perhaps the film’s main disappointment.  As a full-blooded musical, Les Belles de nuit may have been a much greater film, possibly allowing Clair to regain the esteem he enjoyed in earlier decades.   Also, it would have been better if the dream scenes had been filmed in colour, to emphasise the difference between Claude’s drab physical life and his much more vibrant dream life - although budgetary constraints would probably have ruled out this as a realistic possibility.   As a camp, fantastic romp where anything – literally anything – is possible, the film may not be Clair’s most sophisticated film, but it is still immensely enjoyable – thanks mainly to Gérard Philipe’s tirelessly spirited performance and some very funny set-pieces (notably the concerto à la street noise scene and the "near-vasectomy" farce sequence involving a frighteningly large pair of scissors).    Mad, totally mad, but, like most of Clair’s films, strangely satisfying.

© James Travers 2003

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