Film Review
By the early 1960s, the golden age of Mexican cinema was all but over,
and Luis Buñuel, its leading light, would soon be heading off to
pastures new.
In 1963, the legendary filmmaker was back in his
home country of Spain, where he had a meeting with the producer Serge
Silberman that was to decide the course of his future career. An
admirer of Buñuel's Mexican work, Silberman persuaded him to
attempt an adaptation of Octave Mirbeau's
Le Journal d'une femme de chambre,
a novel that Buñuel had read frequently since his student
days. The book had already been adapted by Jean Renoir during his
self-imposed exile in Hollywood, as
The Diary of a Chambermaid
(1946), with Paulette Goddard playing the main character of the social
climbing maid Célestine.
Buñuel was keen to make the film in Mexico, with Silvia Pinal,
the star of his earlier
Viridiana (1961), in the lead
role, but Silberman persuaded him to make it in France. And so
began Buñuel's second French period, more than thirty years
after his last French film,
L'Âge d'or (1930).
It was also the start of the final (many would argue greatest) phase of
his career and the beginning of his 19-year-long collaboration with the
writer Jean-Claude Carrière. The two men had a shared
interest in entomology and struck up an immediate friendship when they
met at Cannes. Carrière would work with Buñuel on
the scripts for all of his subsequent films and also help him to
complete his celebrated autobiography
My
Last Sigh. An actor as well as a writer, Carrière
appeared on screen in two of Buñuel's films:
Le Journal d'une femme de chambre
and
La voie lactée (1969).
Buñuel's take on Mirbeau's novel is markedly different from
Renoir's. In contrast to Renoir's light-hearted class war comedy,
Buñuel delivers his most scathing assault on the bourgeoisie,
his favourite satirical target.
Le
Journal d'une femme de chambre is among the bleakest and most
naturalistic of Buñuel's films, containing none of his trademark
surrealism and little of his ironic humour. The film can be seen
as a continuation of his previous anti-bourgeois piece
El Angel exterminador (1962)
and a precursor to his subsequent films
Le Charme discret de la bourgeoisie
(1972) and
Le Fantôme de la liberté
(1974), which cover the same territory but in a far more humorous
and idiosyncratic vein.
In typically Buñuelian fashion,
Le Journal d'une femme de chambre
shows a rigid class structure in which the social order is as
well-defined and immutable as that exhibited by the insect
kingdom. The only character in the film who is not bound by
social constraints, and who can therefore go where she pleases, is the
self-consciously sexy housemaid Céléstine, played to
perfection by Jeanne Moreau, the living embodiment of female
emancipation. The fluidity of the camerawork stresses both
the character's independence and the hideously static nature of the
world she has entered. Céléstine is the only
character in the film who is free to choose her destiny - everyone else
appears to be frozen in aspic, happy in their little cages like
exhibits in a zoo.
And what exhibits. Buñuel presents us with his weirdest
menagerie yet. There is the frigid bourgeois wife who is more
interested in preserving her household ornaments than her
marriage. There is her sexually frustrated husband who is
constantly chasing after servant girls. There is the
reclusive patriarch with a bizarre shoe fetish
and the annoying neighbour, a proud military man, who keeps lobbing
rubbish over the garden fence. Finally, there is Joseph, the
anti-Semitic gamekeeper who, despite his habit of spouting racial
hatred and murdering innocent young girls, is far more amiable than his
freeze-dried employers. It isn't long before
Céléstine has got the measure of this odd assortment of
humanity and begins using them as rungs in her spectacular social
ascent.
Eerily claustrophobic, the film feels like a darkly Buñuelian
reinterpretation of
Alice in
Wonderland, in which Alice (Céléstine) forces her
way into a hermetically sealed hidden world over which she sets out,
quite deliberately, to make herself queen. In contrast to
Mirbeau's book, where the entire story is related to us by
Céléstine herself (through her diary), the
Céléstine in Buñuel's film is resolutely
opaque. She lets us into her thoughts on only one occasion (when
she says the word 'Salaud' to herself after Joseph's arrest); for the
rest of the film, she is a closed book. Yet it is clear to us
right from the outset what her ultimate goal is.
Céléstine's gradual assimilation into the bourgeois
milieu is made apparent to us through the starkest of visual metaphors:
the body of the murdered young girl in the forest. Just as nature
has claimed back the girl's body (shown by the snails crawling over
it), so the bourgeoisie has begun to absorb Céléstine,
like some kind of vampire, drawing from her the vitality it needs to go
on existing. As is evident from the strained relationship between
the husband and wife (for whom even a caress is considered indecent),
the bourgeoisie cannot propagate itself in the conventional way, and so
when one person dies, another must be pulled in from outside,
assimiliated and reconditioned into the bourgeois way of living.
The Céléstine that we see at the end of the film is
nothing like the carefree lively thing we saw at the beginning.
She has been completely taken over and must adhere to the rules of the
bourgeoisie. Now a prisoner in her own little cage, she has no
choice but to repeat the same rituals, completely unaware of her
transformation. Meanwhile, outside this self-satisfied
little menagerie, the world is gradually falling apart, with Fascist
demonstrations heralding the beginning of the most turbulent period of
the 20th century. The bourgeois are blissfully unaware of these
developments and carry on as they have always done, happily immured in
their closed little world, like dancing automata in a music box.
They distract themselves with their favourite pursuits (shooting
butterflies, throwing dice and counting their money), as oblivious to
the storm that is breaking overhead as the insects in their garden.
© James Travers 2013
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