Film Review
In 1952, Henri-Georges Clouzot had the idea of making a documentary featuring
the already iconic Spanish painter Pablo Picasso. The two men had known
each other since the 1920s when they were living in Paris, and by the early
1950s Clouzot had taken up painting and was beginning to exhibit his own
work. Never one to turn down an opportunity to publicise himself and
his art, Picasso gave his enthusiastic support to the venture, although it
would be another three years before it came to fruition.
By the mid-1950s, H.G. Clouzot had acquired a worldwide reputation through
his immensely successful suspense thrillers
Le Salaire de la peur
(1953) and
Les Diaboliques
(1955). It wasn't long before this that he was considered persona non
grata in France, after being widely condemned for his association with the
German-run film company Continental at the time of the Nazi occupation.
The most significant film to come out of this ignominious phase of Clouzot's
career was
Le Corbeau (1943), a
dark work which bears witness to the director's famously misanthropic view
of human nature.
Picasso had already made an art film of the kind that Clouzot had envisaged
in 1949. This 20 minute black-and-white short, entitled
Visit to
Picasso, was made by the Belgian filmmaker Paul Haesaerts and showed
the artist painting onto a transparent screen - an approach that is likely
to have inspired Clouzot for his film. What was originally intended
to be a 10 minute long short film, to be shot in the summer of 1955, soon
mushroomed into something far more substantial.
Running to around 75 minutes,
Le Mystère Picasso depicts the
artist churning out twenty or so sketches and paintings, in a similar manner
to that employed on Haesaerts's far less well-known film. Picasso is
positioned behind a see-through canvas which fills the field of view, onto
which he is able to draw or paint. The camera remains fixed, statically
shooting the canvas from the other side. Gradually the artist's hands
and tools disappear from view as his art comes into being. The film
starts out briskly, in monochrome, with a series of quickly completed sketches;
then it switches to vibrant colour when Picasso moves on to painting in oils.
The use of time-lapse photography speeds things up, giving a false impression
that the artist is working much faster and more effortlessly than he actually
would have done in reality. Picasso would no doubt have approved of
this piece of trickery, as it serves to bolster his mythic standing as a
creative genius. The impression the film gives is that he is a relentless
art machine, capable of knocking off one masterpiece after another without
the need to rest or carry out other human functions that might diminish his
god-like status.
In fact, the film was shot over several days, if not weeks, and it is interesting
to speculate just how many breaks in filming were involved - probably quite
a few considering the pathologically perfectionist nature of both the director
and his subject.
Le Mystère Picasso is more a flagrant
piece of self-promotion by a famously egoistical artist than a genuine attempt
to probe his creative capacities. Even so, it is an utterly compelling
work of art in its own right, a worthy tribute to a great artist.
The film is at its most fascinating when Picasso feels compelled to take
a dramatic change of tack in the course of a composition. Before our
eyes, a half-completed image suddenly transforms itself into something totally
different, and if we are lucky it changes again - each stroke of the brush
altering its character and intent. This is how most good art is born
- not as a preconceived idea suddenly manifested in physical form, but as
a vague fragmentary germ of a notion that develops like an organic entity
into something solid, mutating, shifting, blossoming in the process of its
birth. As we watch Picasso dabbling with the forces of creation and
chaos, we are made witnesses to the miracle of creation.
It is fair to say that few, if any, of the compositions that Picasso serves
up for us are worthy of his reputation. Most are pretty insipid variations
on his familiar repertoire of nudes, landscapes and bullfights, all offering
the sketchiest of insights into his turbulent inner self. None of these
substandard works is believed to have survived, although rumours persist
that a few were salvaged and might still exist in private collections.
The other aspect of the film that is worth commenting on is the tension that
exists between the director and the artist. In the fleeting shots of
Clouzot and Picasso both men appears intensely absorbed in their work, so
that the film periodically feels more like a battle of egos than a cooperative
venture. A more controlling and hard to please pair of artists it is
hard to conceive of, and you wonder how either of them manages to bear the
strain. At one point, Clouzot forcefully hassles the artist into completing
a canvas, insisting (mendaciously) that the film is about to run out.
Reports that H.G. was a strong-willed autocrat who delighted in bullying
his actors and technicians would seem to be borne out by his treatment of
an implausibly compliant Picasso in this film.
By placing himself in the frame so visibly (along with his cinematographer
Claude Renoir, the nephew of the famous painter Auguste Renoir), Clouzot
introduces an element of suspenseful antagonism that the film could well
have done without. Georges Auric's score is equally redundant, its
uncomfortable melange of traditional Spanish themes and contemporary jazz
tending to distract from the visual drama that Picasso and Renoir are striving
so hard to achieve.
Although the film was a notable commercial failure, it was widely lauded
by the critics and received the Special Jury Prize at the 1956 Cannes Film
Festival. A comparatively minor entry in Clouzot's oeuvre,
Le Mystère
Picasso is essential viewing for anyone interested in Picasso's work
or the creative process in general. What can be more enchanting than
watching a work of art gradually coming into being, pouring out of a human
mind and filling a canvas with an anarchy of daubs that gradually coalesce
into a unique visual statement revealing the soul of an artist?
© James Travers 2022
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Next Henri-Georges Clouzot film:
Les Espions (1957)