Film Review
What is an actress? What motivates her? What frustrates
her? What is it that makes someone want to get up and parade in
front of an audience, baring her soul as she does so? These are
some of the questions that actress-turned-director Maïwenn sets
out to explore in this totally off-the-wall mockumentary, aided and
abetted by an ensemble of female acting talent of truly mouth-watering
proportions. Following in the footsteps of her sister Isild Le
Besco, Maïwenn appears determined to make a name for herself as a
maverick filmmaker, having had a successful career as an actress.
Her first feature
Pardonnez-moi (2006),
a similar documentary-style comedy, was well-received by the critics,
and her subsequent two films,
Le Bal
des actrices and
Polisse (2011), have
established her as one of France's most respected and popular female
filmmakers. By now you might have thought that the mockumentary
was an overused and tired genre, but Maïwenn takes the well-worn
format and gives it a whole new spin. Her fake documentary is
fun, feisty and frivolous, but it must surely rate as cinema's
most insightful and poignant exploration of the actress's psyche
since Joseph L. Mankiewicz's
All About Eve (1950).
As in her first film, Maïwenn takes the central role, playing a
rather touching caricature of herself as a naïve young filmmaker
who see herself as the next Sofia Coppola (God help us). Her
character is determined to make an original artistic statement and hits
on the idea of making a documentary about famous actresses in the form
of a musical comedy. (Pause for comic effect.) As she sets
out, armed with her trusty digital camera, she barges her way
carelessly into the lives of a dozen or so struggling actresses,
cajoling and flattering shamelessly to get them to agree to appear in
her film. Inevitably, the film is less about actresses in general
and more about Maïwenn herself. There is some truth in the
statement that every picture an artist paints is a self-portrait -
Maïwenn's film turns out to be a mordant reflection of its
director's own complex inner life.
By allowing her actors to improvise many of their scenes, Maïwenn
achieves a film that is shockingly true-to-life in places, and it is
hard to know where the fiction ends and reality takes over. Many
of the distinguished actors who were roped into this mad venture are
clearly enjoying sending themselves up, especially Karin Viard, who
gives the film its funniest moments as a temperamental star who is
willing to sacrifice her family in order to make a career in
America. The best sequence is the one in which the director
Bertrand Blier fails to get Viard to work with an equally stubborn cow
(of the farmyard variety). Blier, you may recall, was the
director who attempted a similarly themed film,
Les
Acteurs (2000), far less successfully. Another
highpoint is Charlotte Rampling performing an utterly weird rap number
sung by Joey Starr (Maïwenn's desperate attempt to widen
Rampling's repertoire a little) - this is just one of several insanely
kitsch musical numbers that somehow get spliced into the chaotic
narrative. Welcome to the Twilight Zone.
It isn't all fun and laughter, however. Between the bursts of
outright farce there are some more serious passages which give an
insight into the darker realities of the life of an
actress. Romane Bohringer is convinced that she is over the
hill, Jeanne Balibar looks as if she is ready to throw herself into the
Seine, and Marina Foïs and Muriel Robin find themselves the
victims of the actors' curse - typecasting. The film's portrayal
of actresses is far from flattering - most of them come across as
egocentric, manipulative and self-pitying neurotics - yet somehow we
admire them for their tenacity and dedication to their art. An
actors' life is not an easy one, and it is hard to imagine a more
precarious profession than one in which the volatile whims of producers
and audiences can decide whether you dine out at the Tour d'Argent or
the local soup kitchen. Maïwenn's film may be as light and
fluffy as a weight-watcher's lemon soufflé, but it gets to the
heart of its subject as vigorously as a Ken Loach social realist drama
and reveals far more about the tormented inner life of the actress than
any film so far.
Le Bal des
actrices is entertaining, flighty and ever so slightly unhinged,
but it is also extraordinarily true to life, and at times profoundly
moving. Actors really are a breed apart, actresses even more
so.
© James Travers 2012
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