Film Review
France's decades long struggle to come to terms with the shame of the
Occupation is powerfully expressed in this haunting, contemplative
drama from Paul Vecchiali. The film depicts a woman - played by
the director's personal icon Danielle Darrieux - raking over her
memories as she prepares to take revenge against those who denounced
her husband as a Nazi collaborator. In common with much of
Vecchiali's output,
En haut des
marches is a boldly experiment piece that occasionally slips up
on its self-conscious artistry but thanks to Darrieux's mesmeric
presence (in her mid-sixties, the actress still has an arresting
personality) the film has a warmth and solidity that makes it one of
the director's more emotionally engaging and meaningful works.
In a similar vein to Alain Resnais's
Muriel (1963), the film
convinces us of the importance of memories and shows how these
misshapen echoes of the past impinge on our perception and shape our
present reality. The difficulty that Darrieux's character,
Françoise, has in accepting the past, her conflicted feelings of
anger, guilt and sorrow, mirror precisely those of a nation yet to
accept the shameful reality of its wartime years under the Nazi
jackboot. To blame others, to seek revenge - there are natural
human responses, but when there is no clear culprit, when everyone and
no one is at fault, such a response is futile and merely serves to
prolong the agony. Vecchiali is wise enough to know that a random
act of vengeance is a pitifully inadequate way out, and so the film
ends not with even more blood on the carpet but with an unburdening of
the soul through grief and acceptance.
As is apparent in the film's verbose introduction,
En haut des marches has a strong
autobiographical element. Toulon, the film's location, was the
town in which Paul Vecchiali grew up, one that was largely devastated
by aerial bombardment by the Allies in WWII, and the central character
Françoise is modelled on the director's mother.
Vecchiali's family, like Françoise's husband, were suspected of
being ardent supporters of the pro-Nazi president Maréchal
Pétain, and this led them to leave the town under a cloud after
the war. Like the character she plays in the film, Danielle
Darrieux was personally scarred by the experience of the Occupation,
her reputation tainted by allegations of collaborationism after the
war. The actress was one of the most prominent to work for the
German-run company Continental and made a tour of Germany during the
war. In fact, Darrieux was coerced into working for Continental
after her playboy husband Porfirio Rubirosa was arrested by the Germans
on a charge of espionage and only agreed to the German tour so that she
could see her husband, a prisoner in the country. Once
released by the Germans, Rubirosa was branded a collaborator and became
a target for the French Resistance. For both its director and its
lead actress, the making of
En haut
des marches must have been a deeply cathartic exercise,
evidenced by the moments of honest reflection and poignancy that
punctuate the film.
In the film, past and present, reality and imagination become merged
into a confused dream experience which effectively conveys the
protagonist's emotional state as she wanders ghost-like around the town
which draws her to it like a loadstone, so intensely imbued is it with
potent memories. The imagined aftermath of the assassination that
Françoise is about to commit is intercut with her strained
meetings with old acquaintances, along with recollections of the
dramatic events of the past. Sadly, Vecchiali's attempts to
differentiate past and present with use of coloured filters and what
looks like a Vaseline-smeared lens are unnecessary, one of the more
ill-judged of the director's artistic choices. Certain scenes
appear over-wordy and under-rehearsed (despite being convincingly
played by some fine actors), and one sequence (the one with Darrieux's
even better preserved contemporary Micheline Presle) is completely
superfluous. Despite such obvious flaws,
En haut des marches holds the
attention and moves the spectator in a way that surprisingly few of
Vecchiali's other films do. Its underlying message, namely that
it is better to seek a personal reconciliation with the past rather
than go chasing after easy scapegoats, is eloquently expressed and
persuades us that this is the only way by which the ghosts of the past
can truly be laid to rest.
© James Travers 2014
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Next Paul Vecchiali film:
Encore (1988)
Film Synopsis
On her return to Toulon in 1963 Françoise Canavaggia is confronted
with the spectres of her past as she sets out to finally reconcile herself
to a loss that has weighed on her heavily these past twenty years.
It was straight after the Liberation that her husband was taken from her,
executed as a collaborator after being denounced by his own family.
In the decade preceding the war, Françoise and her husband led an
idyllic life in Toulon. They were so in love and the future seemed
so bright... But then came the war and the Occupation, and like most
of the people they knew the Canavaggias lent their support to Maréchal
Pétain. Once the Germans had been repelled in 1944, the French
turned on themselves, and Françoise's husband was one of many who
fell foul of the
épuration légale.
Françoise left Toulon under the darkest cloud after her husband's
death and has never set foot in it since - until now. As she wanders
through the streets of the town, she is surprised by how vividly her memories
return to her. The past is so close she feels she can almost touch
it! Meeting up with her goddaughter Michèle, now a successful
lawyer, gives the widow a chance to reflect on the implications of her pro-Pétain
sympathies. By going along with the Occupation, were she and her husband
not lending their support to the Holocaust? Françoise's
original motive for returning to Toulon was to take revenge against the family
who betrayed her husband. But as she looks back into the mists of time
she realises that things are less clear-cut than she had imagined...
© James Travers
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