Film Review
The highpoint of Patrice Chéreau's compact but creditable career
as a filmmaker is this lavish period production based on Alexandre
Dumas's 1845 novel
La Reine Margot,
a work of French literature that has often been repudiated for its
grotesque distortion of historical fact. Like Dumas,
Chéreau appears not to be concerned with historical accuracy and
is happy to perpetuate the myth that the St Bartholomew's Day Massacre
was instigated by one person, Catherine de Medici, here portrayed as
one of the most evil females in history. Chéreau's
longstanding association with the theatre and opera manifests itself in
the heady theatricality of both the performances and the design, which
culminates in one of the most spectacularly overblown sequences in
French cinema, the bloody Huguenot massacre of 1572.
It is hard, if not impossible, to fully appreciate the artistic merits
of Chéreau's
La Reine Margot
without having first read Dumas's novel immediately beforehand.
Chéreau and his co-screenwriter Danièle Thompson make no
concessions to those who are not familiar with the novel, abridging the
narrative and skipping character intros to the point that the film
risks appearing like a frenzied montage of unrelated incidents to the
uninitiated. Chéreau's intention was, evidently, not
to tell a coherent, seamlessly structured story but rather to convey
something of the savage brutality and manic hysteria that accompanied
one of the most horrific periods in French history. The
constantly roaming camera, the abrupt editing, the endless display of
lust, butchery and political chicanery all convey a sense of sensual
overload as the whole world teeters on the brink of blood-soaked
anarchy. The screen is awash with theatrical gore, every killing
calculated to deliver the maximum visceral jolt, and it is hard to sit
through Chéreau's twenty-minute long account of the Massacre
without feeling nauseous and disgusted, as much by the film as by the
harrowing events it depicts.
Yet, far from being a mindless spectacle of gratuitous violence,
La Reine Margot is an intensely
involving piece of film drama. Chéreau's reputation as one
of his country's leading theatrical directors made it easy for him to
assemble casts of extraordinary calibre for his films and here he is
particularly well served. Isabelle Adjani, at the time the most
highly regarded actress in France, was a perfect choice for the central
role of Marguerite de Valois, her Margot being a picture of fragile
innocence that brutally reflects the savagery of her time. Daniel
Auteuil, whilst clearly too old for the part, is equally compelling as
the politically naive Henri de Navarre, another complex character whose
humanity seems misplaced in this era of manic bigotry and murderous
intrigue.
And who better to play the neurotically hypochondriac Charles IX than
Jean-Hugues Anglade, whose sensitivity and range as a performer had
previously been exploited to the full by Chéreau on his earlier
film
L'Homme blessé
(1983)? As the wicked Catherine de Medici Virna Lisi comes
close to stealing the show, turning in a powerful yet extremely subtle
portrayal of calculating evil beneath which we can just detect a
glimmer of humanity and maternal devotion. As the most noble
character in the film, Vincent Perez has a glow of sanctity about him,
which contrasts vividly with the sheer nastiness of the fiends around
him who seem to revel in their depravity like pigs wallowing in their
own filth. Jean-Claude Brialy is a surprisingly effective choice
for the part of the Admiral Coligny (whose assassination attempt
triggered the Massacre), with Dominique Blanc, Pascal Greggory and
Bruno Todeschini lending their talents to an exceptional supporting
cast.
It is worth noting that this is not the first adaptation of Dumas's
historically biased novel. Jean Dréville had previously
adapted it as
La Reine Margot (1954), a.k.a.
A Woman of Evil, with Jeanne Moreau
in the lead role of Marguerite de Valois and Françoise Rosay at
the height of her powers as the deliciously evil Catherine de
Medici. Previously there had been two silent French versions made
before WWI, both now all but forgotten. For those who are not
familiar with the novel, Dréville's film is certainly easier to
digest than Chéreau's frenetic visual romp but it doesn't have
anything like the same visceral impact. Chéreau's film may
be a challenge for some but there is no other film that provides a more
palpable rendition of the St Bartholomew's Day Massacre.
On its first release, critical reaction to the film was mixed but
generally positive and it proved to be a substantial box office success
both in France (where it attracted an audience of just over two
million) and in the United States (which was treated to a truncated
version of the film). At the 1994 Festival de Cannes, Adjani was
a favourite for the Best Actress award, so there was widespread
consternation when Virna Lisi took the prize (evil triumphs
again). Adjani was compensated with the Best Actress César
the following year, one of four wins out of a total of twelve
nominations. Other Césars went to Anglade and Lisi for
their supporting roles, and also the costume design and
cinematography. In spite of this success, it would be four years before
Patrice Chéreau made his next film, the equally laudable
Ceux qui m'aiment prendront le train
(1998).
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Next Patrice Chéreau film:
Ceux qui m'aiment prendront le train (1998)
Film Synopsis
Paris, August, 1572 - a troubled time in the history of France, a
country scarred by interminable religious wars. To appease the
Protestants, the Catholic queen mother Catherine de Medici arranges a
marriage between her daughter, Margot, and the King of Navarre,
Henri. What was intended as a gesture of goodwill merely
heightens tensions between the two religious factions, and when an
attempt is made on the life of the statesman Coligny, the Huguenots
conspire to drive France into another bloody war. To prevent
this, Catherine de Medici gives her assent to a massacre in which tens of
thousands of Protestants will be slaughtered in Paris over a period of
four days. Amidst all this chaos and carnage, Margot pursues an
intense love affair with a young soldier, La Môle, as her mother
turns her mind to the matter of how to dispose of the man who most
threatens her dynasty, Henri de Navarre...
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