Film Review
The entirety of Jean Epstein's career can be summed up as an unending quest
to capture the essence of life through cinema. No existing term could
describe this hard-to-define 'essence' and so Epstein invented a new word
for it -
photogénie. His dedicated, some would say obsessive,
attempt to grasp this elusive chimera was what drove his impressionistic
approach to cinema through the 1920s and made him the most rigorously experimental
of the French avant-garde filmmakers. Epstein made his mark with such
films as
Coeur fidèle
(1923),
Le Lion des Mogols
(1924) and
La Glace à
trois faces (1927) but his primary goal eluded him. By the
end of the decade, he was ready to concede defeat.
Having exhausted his personal resources and driven his film production company
to bankruptcy, Epstein was left feeling dispirited and drained. He
had served his stint making commercial films, but this had not been to his
liking. The artistic films he then made off his own bat had mostly
failed to make a decent return and he was unlikely to find a backer willing
to let him carry on in this money wasting vein. Maybe it was time to
call it a day. Once the editing of
La Chute de la maison
Usher (1928) had been completed in May 1928, Epstein fled from Paris
and headed west, to the furthest reaches of Brittany for a long, well overdue
holiday. It was here, at the World's End (the literal translation of Finistère), that
the 31-year-old filmmaker had his epiphany.
It is easy to see why a man of Epstein's maverick, wildly artistic temperament
should fall in love with Brittany. First there is the savage, untamed
beauty of the Breton coastline, its rocky shore stretching on forever in
defiance of the sea - a capricious lady if ever there was one, alternately
assailing the land with the most tender of caresses and the fiercest of molestations.
Then there are the unspoiled God-fearing folk who somehow manage to live
here - the Bretons who eke out the toughest of lives in the most inhospitable
of settings, and appear to be as content with their lot as any other man
or woman in France. A mystical rugged land inhabited by a mystical
rugged race. This is what spoke to Jean Epstein's romantic core and
awoke something deep inside him. He had at last found the ideal
subject for his photogénie.
It was with a sense of triumphant revelation that the director returned to
Paris to raise the funding for his next film, one that would be filmed entirely
on location in what was soon to become his adopted homeland, Brittany.
Once he had persuaded
La Société Genérale de films
to stump up the cash, Epstein found himself on the Ushant group of islands
at the extreme northwest corner of France, with a crew consisting of just
three camera operators and an assistant director. The cast he recruited
from ordinary people living in the region, one of whom acted as his production
manager. Epstein must have looked like a being from another planet,
and it took a while before this eccentric outsider gained the support and
confidence of the superstitious islanders.
The simple lives of ordinary working folk had always interested Epstein -
his earlier film
La Belle Nivernaise (1923) had revolved around barge
workers - but from this point on it became his overriding inspiration.
Finis Terrae marked a definitive turning point in the director's career,
the first of his
Poèmes Bretons in which he expressed his profound
love for a region of France so remote, so disconnected that it scarcely seemed
to be part of France, or indeed the world. Brittany - the landscape
and the people, two perfectly matched halves of an indivisible whole - became
central to Epstein's art. Over the next twenty years, the director
would make several films in Brittany, developing a unique style of documentary
poem that many consider to be his greatest artistic achievement. These
include
L'Or des mers (1932),
Chanson d'Armor (1934),
Le Tempestaire (1947) and
Les Feux de la mer (1948).
Finis Terrae (the title derives from the original Latin name for the
Breton department Finistère) is not a pure documentary but rather
a drama filmed in a documentary style (what we now term a
docudrama).
Epstein is following in the footsteps of Robert J. Flaherty, whose
famous
Nanook of the North
(1922) introduced to the developed world the Inuk Eskimos of North America.
Unlike Flaherty, Epstein makes no attempt to hide the fact that what he is
filming is a scripted piece of fiction (apparently based on a true story
that was told to him shortly after his arrival on Ushant). In fact,
it hardly rates as a piece of drama, just a simple fable revolving around
two young fishermen who make their living by processing seaweed on the tiny
remote islet of Bannec. The story's purpose is merely to provide a
crude framework that allows Epstein to film the fishermen at work and bring
us into their basic way of life. The durability of a friendship, which
is strained by accident, mistrust and misfortune, is just one manifestation
of the resilience of the Breton folk that Epstein manages to capture on film.
The most surprising thing about
Finis Terrae is the impression it
conveys of how thoroughly Epstein had managed to immerse himself in the landscape
and culture he was filming. There is no sense that he is the metropolitan
interloper, smiling down on the quaint Breton folk with a patronising regard
as he films their funny ways. He doesn't look at the coastline
and turn it into a pretty painting. The film is as fantastically raw
and alive as the things it depicts, with stark, often inexpressibly beautiful
images that show the dual character of Man and Nature at its worst and most
benign. It is hard not to be appalled by the cruelty that the youngest
of the fishermen, Ambroise, is subjected to - ostracised after a silly mishap
and then mocked when he is visibly ill - but this as nothing compared with
the cruelty that Nature then unleashes, marshalling its elements in a bid
to assert its supremacy over man. Few filmmakers have evoked the might
and caprice of Nature as vividly as Epstein does in this film. In some
shots, the sky and sea seem to seethe with murderous intent; in others,
they are a picture of smiling beneficence.
Equipped with a hand-held camera, Epstein shows the seaweed gatherers at
work, braving life-threatening currents as they harvest their precious crop
and then haul it back to land to be dried and burned in a time-honoured manner.
It is this documentary aspect of
Finis Terrae that is its main interest,
making it a valuable ethnological document. Whenever the drama comes
to the fore, the film appears a tad staged and self-conscious, the unfortunate
result perhaps of Epstein trying to coax performances out of his actors rather
than simply letting them behave as they normally would. Luchino Visconti's
similar
La Terra Trema
(1948) has more or less the same strengths and weaknesses but doesn't quite
achieve the same intensity of poetic expression that fills virtually every
frame of Epstein's film.
Sitting comfortably alongside the stark realist images are some inspired
impressionistic touches, such as the dreamlike sequences depicting Ambroise's
collapse into delirium. The camera and editing techniques that Epstein
mastered over the previous decade are employed to stunning effect, making
this his most perfect film so far.
Finis Terrae is a work of
breathtaking beauty that doesn't merely record a way of life that has long
since passed away. Rather, it seizes a fragment of history and preserves
it forever in a capsule. When you watch the film, you find yourself
being transported right into the heart of an unfamiliar culture - and somehow
you are made to feel that you have come home. Maybe this is what Epstein
meant by
photogénie - life preserved in aspic.
© James Travers 2016
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Next Jean Epstein film:
Mor vran (1931)