Film Review
Luis Buñuel was not only a great cineaste, he was also a great
humanist, and nowhere is this more apparent than in his socially
conscious melodrama
Cela s'appelle
l'aurore (a.k.a.
This is
Called Dawn). Less strident and far less provocative that
the director's earlier social drama,
Los
Olvidados (1950), a scathing critique of Mexico's poor, this
mid-period Buñuel conscience-stirrer resounds with the
anti-bourgeois sentiment of his subsequent films but does so with an
uncharacteristic degree of compassion and emotional involvement.
Even those familiar with this most hard to pin down of filmmakers will
be struck by the human face that Buñuel shows us in this little
known and under-appreciated film of his, one that was among his
personal favourites.
It was the success of films such as
Los
Olvidados (1950) and
Él
(1953), made by Buñuel during his 'exile' in Mexico, that raised
his international profile and gave him the opportunity to take on big
budget co-productions for a global market, beginning with
Robinson Crusoe (1954), his first
colour film.
Cela s'appelle
l'aurore came soon after, a Franco-Italian production filmed on
the island of Corsica, Buñuel's first French film since his
surreal tour de force
L'Âge d'or (1930). The
avant-garde writer Jean Genet was originally commissioned to adapt
Emmanuel Roblès's best selling novel, but when he failed to
deliver the script he was replaced by Jean Ferry. As Raymond
Durgnat ventures in his illuminating book
Luis Buñuel (1968), the film
forms a trilogy with
La Mort en ce jardin (1956) and
La Fièvre monte à El Pao (1959)
examining the morality of armed revolution.
The central character in the film, Dr Valerio (sympathetically played
by Georges Marchal), is evidently one with whom Buñuel could
readily identify - a man who turns his back on his own class and,
having grown contemptuous of bourgeois attitudes, lends his sympathies
to the struggling and oppressed poor. Valerio is considered a
saint by those he helps and an idealistic fool (a Don Quixote) by his
social equals, but he is neither of these things. He is, like
Buñuel, a comfortably well off professional who is torn between
two natural human impulses, his desire to help others set against an
equally powerful desire to safeguard his own self-interest. He
imagines he is a free man, a revolutionary in waiting, but his actions
are always restricted by the bourgeois mindset to which he is forever
chained.
Valerio's lack of moral fibre is first apparent when he fails to bring
himself to leave his wife and commit himself to his new lover, the
socially inferior Clara. He'd rather content himself with the
usual bourgeois compromise of a
ménage
à trois than risk a divorce that would ruin his social
standing. Likewise, his attempts to help the unfortunate Sandro
are just as half-hearted and it his inept intervention that seals the
poor man's fate. Valerio does earn a partial redemption - by
sheltering Sandro he takes an active stand against an unjust and
uncaring régime, and in doing so destroys his marriage - but his
reputation survives and he avoids being sanctioned for his
'crime'. The stench of bourgeois conformity still clings to him,
even if he is no longer taken in by the discrete charm of the
bourgeoisie.
Even though
Cela s'appelle l'aurore
is the most conventional of Buñuel's films (which could partly
explain its comparative obscurity), examples of Buñuellian
mischief and symbolism are not hard to come by. In one scene,
Valerio offers Clara a baby tortoise as a token of his love; as he gets
into a clinch with his lover, he lets the tortoise drop to the floor on
its back and we are forced to watch the poor reptile as it rights
itself - a metaphor for what happens to Valerio as he struggles to gain
his moral bearings in the rest of the film. On the wall of
Valerio's living quarters we frequently glimpse a strange portrait of
Christ, the bloody visage connected to telegraph wires like some kind
of weird telephone. And when we first encounter Commissioner
Fasaro (the supposed guardian of bourgeois order), he is seated at a
desk on which a thick volume of work by the spiritualist poet Paul
Claudel is placed next to an imposing pair of handcuffs. As is
quaintly typical of Buñuel, the most loathsome bourgeois
characters (Gorzone and his punchbag lackey) are portrayed in a
slightly comedic vein, not so much outright villains as objects of
ridicule.
Few of Luis Buñuel's films are quite what they first seem to be,
and whilst
Cela s'appelle l'aurore
does its best to resemble a bog standard 1950s melodrama, it is not too
hard to detect the undercurrents of comedy that run through the
film. The scene in which Sandro 'executes' Gorzone at a social
gathering is more farcical than dramatic and carries more than a vague
impression of the director's surreal assaults on the bourgeoisie, in
such film as
El ángel exterminador
(1962) and
Le Fantôme de la liberté
(1974). Buñuel's far from subtle imitation of Italian
neo-realism (which is only apparent in those sequences depicting the
island's poor) has a distinctly glib, if not sarcastic, edge to it -
almost as if the director is mocking his well-heeled Italian peers for
over-dramatising the misery of Europe's post-war poor. As much in
the subject of the film as in Buñuel's approach to it,
Cela s'appelle l'aurore feels like
a mischievous gibe at the failure of the bourgeoisie to assume
its moral responsibilities and engage fully with the problems of the poor.
© James Travers 2015
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