Film Review
It was after he had seen Lionel Rogosin's
Come Back, Africa (1959) that the
French sociologist and philosopher Edgar Morin made up his mind
to make a similar film about white people, specifically
Parisians. He discussed the project with Jean Rouch, an eminent
anthropologist, and the two agreed to make the film together, a film
that would have a significant impact on the French New Wave and come to
be regarded as one of the most important documentaries made in
France. Rouch was particularly keen to experiment with the
cinéma vérité
aesthetic that had originated in Canada and hired Michel Brault, one of
the pioneers of
cinéma
vérité, as a camera operator. What starts
out as a somewhat clumsy anthropological exercise, in which Morin and
Rouch ask French people how they live, concludes as something far more
meaningful, a film that questions whether it is ever possible for
cinema to get to the truth of things.
Chronique d'un été
begins in a whimsically inept vein, with Morin and Rouch sending two
pretty young things out into the streets of Paris with a microphone to
ask passers-by whether they are happy or not. The reaction to
this asinine question is a predictable volley of scowls and titters,
and even when the question is changed to the slightly more probing "How
do you cope with life?" the responses are not much more
revealing. It is only when Morin and Rouch change tack and begin
interviewing a selected handful of individuals that the film ceases
resembling an early
Jean-Luc Godard comedy and yields what its makers
had intended: an insight into the French psyche as the country gave up
its pretence to be a colonial power and embarked on a period of immense
social and political change. The participants cover a wider range
of social groups and ages, and all have something to say, some using
the opportunity to deliver a well-rehearsed political rant, others as a
kind of therapy to heal private wounds.
The interviewee with the strongest presence is Angelo, a young worker
at a Renault car factory who still lives with his mum, practices judo
in his garden and reads Danton in bed. Angelo leaves us in no
doubt that he is dissatisfied with his life. He loathes the
conditions under which he works, resents being a lowly worker, but
cannot see how he can improve his lot. His nine-hour working day
gives him no time for personal fulfilment and he looks contemptuously
at others in his predicament who meekly accept the status quo.
Angelo's frustrations are echoed by students Jean-Pierre and
Régis Debray (the latter to find prominence as a philosopher and
journalist) - they scorn the impotence of politicians but consider
themselves to be just as helpless when it comes to changing things for
the better. You just have to take what comes.
The film takes a more poignant turn when an Auschwitz survivor,
Marceline Loridan, tentatively opens her heart to expose the wounds
that will take a lifetime to heal. As she wanders in a daze
across the Place de la Concorde, like a lost soul searching for who
knows what, Loridan seems to symbolise a generation of young people
traversing the arid no-man's land between the France of yesterday and
the France of tomorrow. She has a kindred spirit in Marilù
Parolini, a young woman who swapped her comfortable bourgeois life in
Italy for independence and an unheated garret in Paris. Although
Parolini would later find professional success (working as a
screenwriter for
Jacques Rivette),
here she appears to be at the end of
her tether, mortally wounded by love and by life. The third
female presence is a
Brigitte Bardot look-a-like, whose wry
observations on life have a razor-sharp acuity. If the
yé-yé generation harboured illusions, there is precious
little sign of it in this film.
To upset the applecart slightly, Morin throws in a wildcard, a
baby-faced student from the Ivory Coast named Landry who is making a
tour of France. The one outsider, Landry plays the role of the
catalyst, most memorably in the sequence in which he is confronted with
Angelo. Almost immediately, the cynical white factory worker and
naive black student establish an intense cross-culture rapport, and
Landry is visibly moved when Angelo tells him the unpleasant truth
about his life as blue collar drone. Later in the film, Landry
stimulates a friendly argument about racism which ends with Morin
drawing attention to a number tattooed on Marceline's arm. "Oh,
it must be her telephone number!" quips one of the youngsters around
the lunch table. A deathly silence descends on the group when
Morin explains what the number really signifies, the passport to one of
Hitler's death camps. Tensions become even more visible during a
heated discussion about the Algerian situation, the views expressed
accurately reflecting the split in public opinion at the time.
The most revealing part of the film comes towards its end, when, having
watched their own contributions, the various participants are invited
to express an opinion as to whether or not the film is truthful.
Many of the contributors find it hard to recognise themselves, and one
cynically observes that some of the interviewees are actors who reveal
nothing, whilst others are exhibitionists who show too much. In
the final sequence, Morin and Rouch debate whether it is possible for
cinema ever to be entirely truthful. Their very visible presence
in the film is a constant reminder of the inherent subjectivity of the
medium and Morin almost seems to conclude that the term
cinéma vérité
is a contradiction in terms. Cinema, by its very nature, can
never be entirely truthful, and, as propaganda films have shown, it can
be downright mendacious.
Despite Morin's reservations,
Chronique
d'un été takes us as close to the truth as cinema
can get, giving us a sobering glimpse of the anxieties, frustrations
and disillusionment that would quietly fester in the early troubled
years of the Fifth Republic. In the bitterness that taints much
of what the contributors have to say (especially Angelo and
Jean-Pierre), we can glimpse the sparks that would later flare up into
a conflagration of public protest: the demonstrations of 1968, a
precursor to the socio-political upheavals of the 70s and 80s.
A critical success,
Chronique d'un
été was awarded the Critics' Prize at the Cannes
Film Festival in 1961 and is now widely acknowledged as the film that
brought
cinéma
vérité to France, giving a renewed impetus to the
French New Wave just when it needed it. In 2011, Florence Dauman,
the daughter of the film's producer Anatole Dauman, made a follow-up
feature,
Un été + 50,
which contains some unused footage recorded for the original film and
further commentary from several of its participants - a
reminder of the historical importance
of a landmark documentary that helped to change the face of French
cinema in the 1960s and dared to ask the most pertinent question of its time: "Are you happy...?
© James Travers 2013
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