Film Review
La Piscine was Jacques Deray's breakthrough film, the first in a series
of glossy box office hits that placed him in the first rank of successful
French mainstream filmmakers throughout the 1970s. Deray had made half
a dozen films prior to this - mostly routine thrillers such as
Rififi à Tokyo (1963)
and
Avec la peau des autres
(1966) - but
La Piscine is where his career began properly, his first
of nine collaborations with the now internationally renowned French film
star, Alain Delon. The next film that Deray and Delon made together,
Borsalino (1970), was a smash
hit that established Deray as a leading director in the popular policier/gangster
genre. Delon's subsequent work with Deray includes some of his best
films -
Flic Story (1975),
Trois hommes à abattre
(1980) and
Un Crime (1993).
La Piscine isn't quite the kind of thriller we now generally associate
with Jacques Deray. It is more a psychological drama, a low key chamber-piece
involving (for the most part) four characters indulging in a polite game
of sexual one-upmanship. The titular swimming pool is not only an essential
part of the set - most of the action takes place in or around it; it is also
a stark metaphor for illicit sex, inviting but deadly. For the first
half of the film, the characters resist the magnetic pull of the pool, but
one by one they are lured into it, yielding to inevitable forces, those subconscious
desires that govern all our destinies. If it is anything,
La Piscine
is a study in human beings' susceptibility to their hidden vices. We
are all pawns in Nature's game of psychological chess.
The film begins in a deceptively languorous and sensual vein, suggestive
of a tawdry piece of erotica. In a synthetic recreation of the Garden
of Eden, we see a bronzed, muscular Alain Delon basking in the summer heat
in the company of an even more photogenic and seductive Romy Schneider.
The fact that Delon and Schneider had, the previous decade, been real-life
lovers is a tease that Deray exploits fully. Their chemistry is such
that the air seems to buzz with an electric charge whenever they are on screen
together - they make a truly iconic screen couple. As this delectable
duo lounge around the pool, lazily caressing each other's toned bodies and
occasionally sneaking off to indulge their harmless fetishistic urges (with
bits of foliage), they appear to have found a state of perfect harmony, such
as we imagine existed before the Fall of Man. The arrival of two unwelcome
interlopers - Schneider's handsome ex-partner Maurice Ronet and his sexy
teenage daughter Jane Birkin - soon puts paid to all that and it isn't long
before the sexual dynamics of a quaint
ménage à quatre
begin to tear this fragile recreated Eden to pieces.
There is such a dearth of plot to this film that you scarcely notice it.
What makes
La Piscine so compelling and meaningful are the characters
and how they play off one another in what the French term a
huis clos
situation, like fire-crackers in a heated oven. At first, Birkin
appears to be the most innocent of the four. She is the one who is most
reluctant to set foot in the fabricated paradise and the one who is most
wary of the pool's corrupting allure. As the other three characters
awkwardly interact, exchanging banalities whilst nurturing and suppressing
the most destructive of desires, Birkin stays in the background, aloof and
disconnected from the brewing sexual intrigue.
As soon as she moves into the foreground, Birkin (more magnetic and seductive
than Bardot ever was) becomes the key player in the drama - the catalyst
that makes inevitable the horrific resolution to the Delon-Ronet rivalry.
Far from being an innocent, Birkin emerges as a symbol of malignancy, the
serpent that no Garden of Eden should be without. It is no accident
that Delon's deflowering of Birkin takes place off-screen. This would
have shown us too much too early. It is only after Ronet is out of
the frame that it becomes evident that Birkin was the one doing the seducing,
giving Delon his first taste of the forbidden fruit that would make him capable
of murder.
That Delon hates Ronet is apparent from the moment they first appear on screen.
We're not taken in by the pretence of politeness for one second. Delon
resents Ronet's success, both in his work and in his relationships with the
opposite sex, and he clearly sees him as a dangerous rival. It is tempting
to make an easy comparison with René Clément's
Plein soleil (1960).
In the earlier film, Delon (cinema's most talented Mr Ripley) seeks to steal
Ronet's identity and independence. In
La Piscine, he just wants
to erase him, to abolish the threat to his male superiority.
By killing Ronet, Delon claims Eden for himself, but in doing so he places
himself entirely in the power of his appointed Eve, a supremely inscrutable
Romy Schneider. It is in Schneider's gift to have Delon ejected from
Eden. She has the evidence that will betray him to the police and have
him guillotined for murder. But in fact she has no choice, either to
pardon or condemn. Like Delon, she is completely at the mercy
of her primitive urges - she is
bound to protect her mate. The
film ends with order restored to Paradise and the strangers banished, but
things are not as they once were. Eve has triumphed over her Adam -
she is the dominant sex, he is content in his submission. All is perfect
- until another Maurice Ronet dares to show up.
With its strongly Hitchcockian associations,
La Piscine bears more
than a passing resemblance to similar films made around this time by Deray's
Nouvelle Vague contemporary Claude Chabrol -
Les Biches (1968),
La Femme infidèle
(1969),
Juste avant la nuit
(1971). There is a distinctly Chabrolian texture to the cast of characters
- complacent bourgeois types who inhabit a moral vacuum that makes them prone
to guilt-free bouts of criminality and other social misdemeanours.
But whereas Chabrol's tone is usually one of mocking condemnation, Deray's
is more one of gentle complicity. He wants us to identify with his
four protagonists and recognise something of ourselves within them.
Rarely do we fully engage with or even like Chabrol's protagonists, and often
we are revolted by them. The fact that Deray's handsome foursome are
played by four of French cinema's most alluring actors makes it impossible
for us to resist their charms.
And it is crucial that we
do fall for each of the four main characters,
for so much of the drama plays out under the surface. The dialogue
is sparse, so banal that it hardly seems to express anything. "One
always has a preference for things that are without value", Birkin observes
in one of her more profound moments of facile chatter. It is left to
Deray's shamelessly voyeuristic camera lens to tell the real story, to capture
the subtle gestures and looks that show what the characters are feeling and
thinking.
Right up until the film's cataclysmic moment, there is a distinct lack of
activity on screen, yet we can hardly fail to sense the tensions gradually
building within, the little fire smouldering in the corner that has the potential
to turn into a raging inferno. Deray's masterfully restrained mise-en-scène
(this is surely his best work), assisted by Jean-Jacques Tarbès' stylish
photography and some acting of the most exquisite subtlety from an exemplary
cast, makes
La Piscine a definitive work of 1960s French cinema -
and a frighteningly perceptive examination of the human psyche.
© James Travers 2016
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Next Jacques Deray film:
Borsalino (1970)