Biography: life and films
Bertrand Blier is the one great iconclast of post-May 68 French
cinema. A one-man revolutionary, equipped with the deadliest
weapon known to man (the pen), he has spent most of his career
fulminating over the hypocrisies of polite bourgeois society,
particularly attitudes towards sex and the delusion that is female
emancipation. Blier's cinema is a reaction to the so-called era
of permissiveness, the optimistically named sexual revolution which was
supposed to have ushered in a new era of enlightenment but which in
fact merely reinforced the old middle-class double standards and made
it even easier for women to be treated as sex objects. Greatly,
influenced by the cinema of Luis Buñuel, Blier often resorts to
symbolism and surrealism to make his point, and he is not adverse to
using shock tactics if this will help his thesis. That most of
his films have been popular with critics and audiences is a testament
to both the essential truths they contain and Blier's own particular
genius for filmmaking. Blier was not only an auteur, he was an
auteur who was way ahead of his time, one of French cinema's greatest
agents provocateurs.
Bertrand Blier was born on 14th March 1939 in Boulogne-Billancourt, a
populous suburb of Paris. His father was the distinguished French
actor Bernard Blier, who was in the film business for over fifty years
and got to appear in some of his son's films towards the end of his
career. Bertrand had no desire to follow in his father's
footsteps but was, from an early age, fascinated by the process of
filmmaking. Having barely turned twenty, he found his first job
as an assistant director, on John
Berry's
Oh! que mambo (1959), and he then worked in the same capacity on
Georges Lautner's
Le Monocle noir (1961) and
Antonio Margheriti's
La Vierge de
Nuremberg (1963).
A short while later, Bertrand Blier made his directing debut with
Hitler, connais pas (1963), a
documentary which won him the Silver Sail at the 1963 Locarno
International Film Festival. He was then able to direct his
father Bernard in his first full-length film, the psychological
thriller
Si j'étais un espion
(1967). It would be seven years before Blier would direct his
next film,
Les Valseuses (a.ka.
Going Places) (1974), the film that
effectively launched his filmmaking career. In between, he
occupied himself as a writer - he published some novels and worked on
the screenplay for Georges Lautner's comedy
Laisse aller, c'est une valse
(1971).
Les Valseuses was a phenomenal
success, and arguably the most daring French film of the 1970s.
In France, it attracted an audience of almost six million and
established Bertrand Blier's credentials as a serious auteur
filmmaker. The film brought together two dynamic young actors who
would come to dominate French cinema for the rest of the decade -
Gérard Depardieu and Patrick Dewaere. It also introduced
two talented young actresses who would soon become household names in
France - Miou-Miou and Isabelle Huppert. A mix of road
movie, social satire and sex comedy,
Les
Valseuses is a full-frontal assault on bourgeois morality, an
intensely provocative film and yet one that was very much in tune with
the mood of its time. Anti-establishment sentiment was as rife in
France in the mid-1970s as it was elsewhere in the western world, and
for those who had had their fill of capitalist imperialism,
Les Valseuses came as a breath of
fresh air, if not a full-blown rallying cry for individualism and
personal freedom. Even by today's standards, it is remarkable how
liberated and liberating the film is.
Blier's next film,
Calmos
(1976), was far less radical and consequently failed to make anything
like the impact of what had preceded it. An exuberant sex comedy
with an impressive cast line-up (Jean-Pierre Marielle, Jean Rochefort,
Bernard Blier and Brigitte Fossey), the film is amusingly
risqué, but it is far less subversive than Blier's subsequent
work, and therefore easy to overlook. Indeed it was somewhat
overshadowed by Blier's next film,
Préparez vos mouchoirs
(1978) which proved to be another box office smash, particularly in the
United States, where it took that most coveted of prizes, the Academy
Award for the Best Foreign Language Film (at the 1979 Oscars).
The film, a subtle but quite profound reversal of the conventional
romantic comedy, reunited Depardieu and Dewaere and is one of Blier's
most accessible and likeable offerings.
Buffet
froid (1979), by contrast, was a step into far less familiar
territory, an acerbic black comedy that is more concerned with
existential themes than Blier's usual preoccupations with class and
sex. The director's father, Bernard Blier, forms an unforgettable
triumvirate of despair with Depardieu and Jean Carmet in what is
essentially a bleak poem on the randomness of life and the futility of
existence. This was followed by one of Blier's most controversial
films,
Beau-père (1981), in
which the writer-director breeches the twin taboos of incest and
paedophilia, not in a sensationalist, exploitative manner (as some
filmmakers had previously done), but in a way that is far more subtle
and disturbing, The film is one of Blier's least stylised and is
among his best, partly on account of the stunning performances from his
lead actors Patrick Dewaere and Ariel Besse. So controversial is
the film's subject matter that it could only have been made in France
in the early 1980s.
Blier's run of box office successes continued with
La Femme de mon pote (1983), a
surprisingly conventional romantic comedy whose main attraction is the
improbable pairing of Isabelle Huppert and Coluche. After this
tame crowdpleaser came
Tenue de
soirée, Blier's second most successful film and arguably
his most uninhibited comedy. Featuring Gérard Depardieu,
Michel Blanc and Miou-Miou in the weirdest of
ménage-à-trois relationships, the film boldly challenges
contemporary attitudes towards homosexuality whilst exposing the way in
which society continues to devalue and abuse women. The film is
as funny as it is daring and covers, in a more palatable form, ground
which Blier would revisit again and again in his subsequent films.
Notre
histoire (1984) at first appears to be a French rom-com like
any other, but it soon turns out to be something very different and
ends with a superb twist. The film features Alain Delon in an
unconventional lead role, at a time when the actor's popularity was
very much on the wane. Delon's portrayal of a solitary alcoholic
who is redeemed by an unlikely romantic adventure is one of the actor's
finest and he was justly rewarded with a Best Actor César (the
only one he received in his career). The film serves as yet
another attack on bourgeois conventions, but a far more subtle one than
is typical of Blier, which could explain why it was only a marginal
success.
Trop belle pour toi (1989) was
to be Blier's most critically acclaimed film, and also one of his most
commercially successful. Not only did it win Blier three
Césars (for Best Film, Best Director and Best Screenplay), it
also took the Jury Grand Prize at Cannes. Gérard Depardieu
once again finds himself in a ménage-à-trois situation,
this time torn between Josiane Balasko and Carole Bouquet, in what is
Blier's most virulent attack on bourgeois double standards and the role
of women in society, specifically the way in which women are expected
to subjugate themselves to satisfy the needs of the dominant
male. With its surreal touches and seamless merging of fantasy
and reality, the film is one of Blier's most fascinating and
unsettling, one that is rendered exquisitely poignant by Balasko's
extraordinary performance.
Merci
la vie (1991) is a far more challenging film in which Blier
examines sexual neuroses in a way that would probably flummox even
Sigmund Freud. Lacking the coherence of the director's previous
work, and looking like a chaotically strung together assortment of
half-baked flights of fancy, the film divided the critics but still
managed to attract over a million spectators in France.
Blier's next film,
Un, deux, trois, soleil (1993),
was far less successful and marked a sudden decline in the director's
popularity with audiences and critics. A languid meditation on
desire and personal fulfilment, the film is attractively shot but feels
lacking in substance, although it does offer a notable appearance by
Italian heartthrob Marcello Mastroianni. Blier again
courted controversy with his next film,
Mon
homme (1996). The film's portrayal of a young woman
(Anouk Grinberg) who seemingly enjoys being dominated and brutalised by
men was ill-received and led the director to be branded as
misogynistic. Even though Blier's intention is honourable (i.e.
to remind us that society still expects women to be subservient to the
male sex), the film blurs the issues somewhat and its portrayal of
sadomasochistic submission is far from comfortable to watch.
On a much lighter note,
Les Acteurs (2000) is Blier's
cruel satire on the world of show business. The film brings
together some of the biggest names in French cinema (Jean-Paul
Belmondo, Pierre Arditi, Alain Delon, André Dussollier (bis),
Michel Piccoli, etc.) and has a great deal of fun at their
expense. Whilst the film is an enjoyable romp, it is structurally a
mess and far too self-indulgent to be taken seriously. Again, the
film was not a great success, although it was a positive triumph
compared with what came next.
Les
Côtelettes (2003) was to be Blier's most spectacular flop,
a lacklustre minimalist comedy in which two disillusioned old men
(Philippe Noiret and Michel Bouquet) have their dormant libido
reawakened by their attractive Arab house cleaner. It is almost
as dire as it sounds.
Combien tu m'aimes? (2005)
similarly explores the problems of illicit desire, but with somewhat
more panache and imagination. The plot may be confused and a
little too ridiculous, but the electricity that is generated from
Monica Bellucci and Bernard Campan's on-screen
rencontre just about saves the
film.
Le Bruit des glaçons
(2010), Blier's most recent film, takes an even greater leap into the
realm of the absurd, for what is essentially just a black comedy on
mortality. Jean Dujardin wakes up one morning and receives a
house call from the cancerous disease that will one day kill him,
nicely dressed up in the form of Albert Dupontel. Blier's
penchant for acerbic dialogue is superbly brought out by both actors,
and whilst the film struggles to match up to the quality of the
director's previous achievements, it is an enjoyable piece of nonsense,
and a fairly effective satire on contemporary society's reluctance to
engage with the last great taboos, death and terminal illness.
© James Travers 2012
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