Biography: life and films
The eternal adolescent, Jean-Pierre Léaud is one of the more
colourful characters to have enlivened French cinema since the heady
days of the French New Wave, in which he was a major contributor.
He was born in Paris on 5th May 1944. Because his mother
was an actress (Jacqueline Pierreux), he was naturally drawn to a
career as an actor, although his prospects of ever finding work were
threatened by his rebellious temperament. His first film
appearance was in a small role alongside Jean Marais in Georges
Lampin's historical fresco
La Tour, prends garde!
(1958). Then came the role that was to change his life, that of
12-year-old Antoine Doinel in
Les 400 coups (1959), the film
that launched François Truffaut's filmmaking career and
established the French New Wave as a potent force in French cinema in
the late 1950s.
At the age of 15, Jean-Pierre Léaud became an overnight star as
a result of the worldwide success of
Les
400 coups, and in Truffaut he found an ideal adopted father who
could guide him in both his professional and private lives. The
stark frozen image of a confused and isolated Doinel at the end of
Truffaut's first film had a haunting potency and it seemed inevitable
that Léaud would become one of the most emblematic actors of the
French New Wave, working with not only Truffaut but also his
contemporaries, Jean-Luc Godard, Jacques Rivette and Jean
Eustache. Léaud reprised the role that had made him famous
in a short film entitled
Antoine et Colette (1962) which
was Truffaut's contribution to the anthology film
L'Amour à vingt ans (1962),
and then in three subsequent features:
Baisers volés (1968),
Domicile conjugale (1970) and
L'Amour en fuite (1979).
The spectre of Antoine Doinel would cast a long shadow over
Léaud's career, and it is doubtful whether the actor ever
managed to put it behind him.
One of the things that first endeared Léaud to Truffaut was his
charming sense of unreality. Truffaut put it well when he said
that he was an 'anti-documentary actor' - "when he said hello you felt
you were in a work of fiction, perhaps even a work of
science-fiction". Jean-Pierre Léaud may not be in the
Laurence Olivier league of acting, but it is hard to deny that he is a
compelling performer - even if he appears strangely detached from every
situation he finds himself in. If Léaud is a fraud, then
he is a fraud that we cannot help falling in love with. Truffaut
described him as the best actor of his generation - a bizarre assertion
until you stop and consider how effective Léaud was in his
greatest film roles. Even in his lesser roles, there is a
seductive
bricoleur
insouciance about Léaud's performances which makes him totally
captivating and instantly likeable.
The film in which Léaud was most in his element has to be
Jacques Rivette's cinematic marathon,
Out
1, although such is the length of this film and the abject
weirdness of its subject matter that it is rarely screened, even though
it is undoubtedly one of the great cinematic achievements of the 20th
century. As the young man struggling to piece together the clues
of a mystery that will lead him to a secret society, Léaud
casually discards all of his artistic inhibitions (well, the few that
he possesses) and gives an electrifying performance which once seen is
never forgotten. His whimsically strident contributions to the
films he made for Godard before this -
La Chinoise (1967) and
Week
End (1967) - offer the merest shadow of his work on
Out 1. There is only one
other film in which Léaud attained a similar level of
brilliance, and that was Jean Eustache's minimalist masterpiece
La Maman et la putain
(1973). If Léaud had only appeared in these two films he
would have earned his place in film history. But these are just
two milestones in a long and varied career in which the actor has taken
on more than 80 roles, in films that range from the mindblowingly
magnificent to the unbelievably atrocious.
Ever loyal to his protégé, Francois Truffaut gave
Léaud one of his best dramatic roles in his historical romance
Les Deux Anglaises et le continent
(1971). Even if Léaud ultimately fails to be convincing as
a writer (or even a human being), he inhabits the starched
Brontëesque world that Truffaut drops him into with a beguiling
innocence, the stiff, theatrical quality of his performance helping to
sustain the subtle distancing effect that his director appears to be
striving for. If Truffaut hadn't previously made
Jules et Jim, this might well
be considered his greatest film, with the result that Léaud
would be taken far more seriously as a dramatic actor than he is.
For the most part, Léaud's film career can be written off as a
failure. Very few directors had Truffaut's confidence in him, and
even fewer were able to make effective use of his idiosyncratic
talents. Even the great Pier Paolo Pasolini struggled to make
good use of Léaud in his film
Porcile
(1969), and the experience of making the film was as painful
for the actor as it was for the director. Since Truffaut's
untimely death in 1984, Léaud looks increasingly like a man who
has lost his identity, and whilst his film appearances are a welcome
treat for his fans, it often seems that he is being cast not because of
his suitability for any particular role, but because of his past
association with the French New Wave, something that still confers on
him the status of an iconoclast or outsider.
The kind of role for which Léaud is now well-suited, in the
twilight of his career, is that of the marginalised artist, exemplified
by his portrayal of florid film directors in Olivier Assayas's
Irma
Vep (1996) and Bertrand Bonello's
Le Pornographe (2001). He
was just as at home in Serge Le Péron's murky thriller
L'Affaire Marcorelle (2000),
perfectly chosen to play a man whose fragmented existence has become
indistinguishable from his recurring nightmares. Likewise,
director Aki Kaurismäki could hardly have chosen a better actor
than Léaud to take the lead in his unhinged black comedy
I Hired a Contract Killer (1990),
the Brechtian detachment of a one-off filmmaker achieving a perfect
synergy with the unreal histrionics of a one-off actor. In so
many of his films, you can't help feeling that Jean-Pierre Léaud
is little more than a superfluous guest artiste, a sliver of
mouth-scorching chilli carelessly thrown into a dish to pep it up a
little. But when Providence puts him in the way of a film
director who can engage with him, as fully as Truffaut did on
Les 400 coups, or Rivette did on
Out 1, some great art can result.
© James Travers 2013
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