Film Review
Whilst it leans a little too self-consciously towards
The Thin Man series of films made
in Hollywood in the 1930s and 40s,
Le
Dernier des six does have its own distinctive Gallic identity
and helped to establish what would rapidly become one of the most
popular and enduring genres in French cinema, the 'polar' or mystery
thriller.
The film was based on the pulp crime novel
Six hommes morts by the Belgian
writer Stanislas-André Steeman, one of a series of works
featuring the ever-resourceful detective Monsieur Wens. The
whodunit plot
is clearly pilfered from Agatha Christie's oft plagiarised
Ten Little Indians, which would be
adapted for cinema a few years later as
And Then There Were None (1945)
by French filmmaker René Clair during his stay in
Hollywood. For Continental-Films, the German-run company that
produced the film,
Le Dernier des six
was a prestige production which fulfilled perfectly the company's
raison d'être, to provide harmless escapist entertainment for a
mainstream French audience and take the nation's mind off the small
matter of Nazi occupation.
Georges Lacombe may have been credited as the film's director, but you
can't help feeling that a large measure of the creative input came from
its writer, Henri-Georges Clouzot, who would make his directorial debut
with the film's sequel,
L'Assassin habite au 21
(1942). The stylistic similarity between the two films is
striking and leads one to conjecture that Clouzot may have exerted much
greater artistic control than he is credited with (the film is
certainly far more imaginatively directed than Lacombe's earlier
work).
As Clouzot began his career in pre-Nazi Germany, working on French adaptations of
popular German films, it is hardly surprising that he should be heavily
influenced by German expressionism, and this is apparent in both
Le Dernier des six and its equally
stylish follow-up, most noticeably in the stark lighting and bold use
of shadows, which contribute much to the atmosphere and tension of
these two enjoyable
films.
Another striking expressionistic touch is the elaborate music hall
dance sequence which includes not only a respectful homage to Busby
Berkeley's famously flamboyant choreography (seen in such films as
42nd
Street and
Gold Diggers of 1933) but also
a shot of a girl in a glass that appears to be a sly nod to Hitchcock's
Champagne
(1928). The latter assumes greater significance when we recall
that Clouzot is now widely regarded as France's answer to Alfred
Hitchcock, through his classic suspense thrillers
Le Salaire de la peur (1953) and
Les
Diaboliques (1955). (It is worth noting
en passant that, like Clouzot,
Hitchcock undertook his apprenticeship in the leading German film
studios and was very much influenced by German expressionism.)
Continental's star actor Pierre Fresnay was an obvious choice for the
role of the unflappable (but patient) Inspector Wens, and he seems to
be as comfortable in the role as Basil Rathbone was (at coincidentally
the same time, on the other side of the Atlantic) as Sherlock
Holmes. Of course, every cool, cerebrally endowed sleuth must be
partnered with a dim comedic sidekick, and so whilst Rathbone had Nigel
Bruce's inept Dr Watson to contend with, Fresnay was saddled with the
greater hazard of Suzy Delair's wannabe starlet. The chemistry
between the imperturbable Fresnay and volcanic Delair is perfect,
and their characters' abrasive relationship provides ample scope for
lightening the tone of the film without distracting too much from its
central murder mystery strand. (For those who have read Christie's
novel or
seen one of its umpteen screen ripoffs the comedic digressions are the main
attraction, as the killer is all too easily identified.)
Naturally, the two actors returned to reprise
their roles in the next Wens film,
L'Assassin
habite au 21, and there is no doubt that the series would have
continued for many more years had it not been for the severe backlash
that Fresnay and Clouzot both suffered through the ill-fated
Le
Corbeau, the film that almost put an end to both of their
careers. After the war, Clouzot and Delair would work together
one more time on
Quai
des Orfèvres (1947), another slick murder mystery set
in the tawdry milieu of the French music hall - arguably Clouzot's
finest film.
© James Travers 2013
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Next Georges Lacombe film:
Montmartre-sur-Seine (1941)
Film Synopsis
Santerre and his five friends - Gribbe, Gernicot, Namotte, Perlonjour and
Tignol - enter into a strange pact after they win a tidy little windfall
in a bet. They will go their separate ways and attempt to make as much
money as possible with their share of the winnings. At the end of five
years, they will meet up and divide between them all they have managed to
accumulate. When the day comes for the six men to honour their agreement,
one of them is missing. Namotte has apparently gone to a watery grave
after falling from the ship that was returning him to France. The five
remaining men appear not to be greatly concerned by their comrade's death.
It just increases their share of the earnings. But then another of
the friends dies. After Gernicot is shot dead in Santerre's lodgings
the remaining friends become a tad concerned.
Not long after Superintendent Wens begins his investigation, Gernicot's body
suddenly goes missing. The obvious culprit is Santerre, but it seems
that Perlonjour was also in the neighbourhood at the time the crime was committed.
Gernicot's attractive widow, Loilita, gladly accepts an invitation by Santerre
to perform a number at his popular Parisian nightspot,
The Palladium.
This is the place where the third of the friends, Tignol, meets his untimely
end, in a dressing room. Victim number four is Gribbe, apparently murdered
in his own home. Then there were two: Santerre and Perlonjour, the
two most likely suspects! Wens soon realises that there is more to
the case than first meets the eye. Assisted by his glamorous partner
Mila Malou, he clears away the red herrings and comes up with an explanation
to the mystery that is, on the face of it, totally impossible...
© James Travers
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