Film Review
Boris Vian's cult 1947 novel
L'Écume
des jours (translated as
Froth
on the Daydream,
Mood Indigo
and
Foam of the Daze) is not
a work that translates naturally to the screen. A literary
phantasmagoria replete with dreamlike constructs and visual puns, it
poses the most extraordinary challenges for any writer and director
seeking to adapt it for the cinema. There have so far been two
attempts to do this:
L'Écume
des jours (1968) by French director Charles Belmont, and
Kuroe (2001) by the Japanese
filmmaker Gô Rijû. Neither of these adaptations does
justice to Vian's idiosyncratic stylised novel, and the reaction to the
most recent version by Michel Gondry has been predictably mixed.
With his penchant for uninhibited visual inventiveness, Gondry would
seem to be the ideal candidate to adapt Vian's book. His 2006
film
La Science des rêves gave
the familiar French rom-com the mother of all makeovers, effortlessly
merging reality and fantasy into a surreal fable that is as funny as it
is true to life.
L'Écume
des jours allows Gondry to go one step further and takes us on a
fantastic voyage of the imagination, showing us how the classic tragic
romance might be perceived by an artist of his imaginative prowess whilst under the
influence of powerful mind-altering drugs. As is perhaps
inevitable with a film that revels in its own bravado, it does
occasionally lose its way in its blizzard of visual gimmickry.
The characters appear more like marionettes than real people, as
soulless as the mechanical marvels that Gondry conjures up for
us.
L'Écume des jours
is not an easy ride for the conventionally minded, but for those who
have the stomach for a wild cinematic roller coaster now and again,
this exotic foray into grade-A weirdness has its rewards.
Romain Duris and Audrey Tautou (a producer's dream pairing if ever
there was one) are effectively cast as the star-crossed lovers who live
in a strange 'other reality' that feels like a random amalgam of every
decade of the 20th century. The couple had previously enjoyed a
slightly less off-the-wall romantic entanglement in Cédric
Klapisch's popular rom-coms
L'Auberge espagnole (2002) /
Les Poupées russes
(2005), but they appear (bizarrely) more at home in Gondry's surreal
fun factory, perhaps because both actors have already lived something
of a fairytale in their own lives, neither expecting to become
internationally recognised film stars. Every decent pack of cards
has at least one joker and in this case it is Omar Sy, another actor
who became an accidental star, through the hit 2011 film
Intouchables.
Sy (arguably the coolest thing in French cinema at the moment) plays
the film's most interesting character, an all-knowing, all-doing
factotum-cum-guardian angel who could give Jeeves a good run for his
money. Without this charismatic threesome to provide some sense
of reassuring familiarity, watching this film would be like trying to
make your way through an Arctic snowstorm with your eyes closed.
And then there are the effects - not the kind of mind-blowing
computer-generated effects that no self-respecting sci-fi film, TV
series or car commercial can do without these days, but the kind that
livened up children's television in the 1970s, providing prominent but
short-lived careers for shape-changing Plasticine men and such
like. Gondry's almost religious devotion to old-fashioned special
effects is what ultimately saves the film and prevents it from
collapsing into a rather distasteful orgy of facile visual
excess. There is no CGI skulduggery in Gondry's madcap universe,
just the old tried-and-trusted techniques that served cinema well
before the digital revolution: stop motion animation, rear projection
('green screen') and mechanical effects. The effects may
sometimes appear pretty basic but they have a kind of organic reality
and charm, qualities that are distinctly lacking in today's slick computer
generated effects.
There can be little doubt that
L'Écume des jours is the oddest and most dazzlingly zany
French film of the year so far. For all its chaotic whimsy, it
does take us into some pretty dark places, reminding us of the
transience of life, the cruelty of the workplace and the absurdity of
existence. What begins as an exuberant riot of fun ends in a
monochrome mire of melancholia, and it is hard not to be moved as the
colour ebbs from the protagonists' lives as it does from the film
itself - the slow, ineluctable fade-to-black that is the curse of all
living things. The most fanatical devotees of Boris Vian's famous
novel will doubtless regard Michel Gondry's efforts as sacrilege or
wanton vandalism, but judged on its own merits Gondry's
L'Écume des jours has its
own touch of genius, a film that is both deliriously eccentric and
hauntingly poetic - a true cinematic one-off.
© James Travers 2013
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