Film Review
Claude Sautet made his directing debut in 1955 with
Bonjour
sourire, a lame mainstream comedy that is completely
unrecognisable as the work of one of France's most revered auteur
filmmakers.
This was followed by two reasonably successful forays
into film noir thriller territory -
Classe tous risques (1960) and
L'Arme
à gauche (1965) - but it wasn't until his fourth
feature that Sautet found his voice and became a darling of the
critics.
Les Choses de la vie
is so unlike Sautet's previous directorial offerings and so typical of
his subsequent work that it is tempting to label it as his first
film. It is certainly the first of Sautet's film in which his
profound engagement with ordinary people coping with the banalities of
life is first apparent and it is the first of several films in which he
worked with Michel Piccoli and Romy Schneider, two of the most iconic
actors in French cinema of the 1970s.
From
Les Choses de la vie
onwards, Claude Sautet's films are more about people than incident, and
almost invariably the people in question are middle-aged members of the
lower bourgeoisie negotiating a severe case of midlife crisis.
Les Choses de la vie begins with
one of the most dramatic incidents imaginable, a road accident in which
a man is mortally injured, but this is merely the pretext for what
follows, a Proustian montage of fragmented memories in which a man
struggles to make sense of his existence just before it is snatched
away from him.
It is the most tragic of ironies that just before
the collision, the main character, Pierre (a remarkable Michel
Piccoli), made a decision that would allow him egress from his present
life of tedious bourgeois conformity and lead him to a happier future
with his adoring mistress Catherine (Romy Schneider at her most
radiant). In a series of flashbacks we see Pierre grappling with
the existential conundrum that will decide his future (to stay or not
to stay...), blissfully unaware that he has no future. His
crossroads will be his terminus.
Les Choses de la vie has next
to no plot, only vague snatches of life pasted together in an erratic
fashion, and yet it is the most enchanting and poignant of Claude
Sautet's films. Pierre's memories are intercut with horrific
shots of the accident that will claim his life, some played in slow
motion, some at normal speed, heightening the drama and sense of
tragedy. There is a terrible inevitability about the
accident. The scene of the car crash is prepared like a stage set
- the other vehicles are in place, like a baited trap, waiting for
Pierre's car to come into sight. Throughout the film, it is
evident that Pierre's pursuit of personal happiness can end in no other
way. This is how life is, and looking backwards, as the film
forces us to do, there is a brutal inevitability about what happens to
the central protagonist.
Running to just over eighty minutes,
Les
Choses de la vie is a masterpiece of narrative economy and it
moves at such a pace and with such elegance that it feels shorter than
it is. Sautet's main achievement was to construct such a gripping
piece of cinema from fragments of everyday life, dispensing totally
with the linear narrative and in doing so creating something far more
powerful and enticing. Philippe Sarde's haunting score not only adds a
lyrical potency to the film, it also helps to make it cohere into a
satisfying whole. There are no great moments of drama, just a
gentle melancholia which is only momentarily disturbed, like a pebble
thrown into a placid lake, by an unsettling dream sequence in which
Pierre imagines his future wedding with Hélène and sees
not only his friends but also the strangers he glimpses half-aware at
the site of his accident. This is the point at Pierre knows he is
to die, the moment when he wakes up to the pointlessness of his
existence. Fleeting moments of happiness are all he has left to
cling on to as he goes under, absorbed into the great cosmic nothingness
that awaits all mortal things.
The success of
Les Choses de la vie
with critics and the cinema-going public helped to bring a fresh
impetus to the auteur side of French cinema at a time when the
Nouvelle vague was fast becoming an irrelevance. The film was
awarded the prestigious Prix Louis Delluc in 1970 and not only
established Sautet's reputation as a serious filmmaker at home and
abroad, it also provided a substantial boost to the careers of Michel
Piccoli and Romy Schneider. Sautet would subsequently give these
two actors some of their best screen roles, in films that include
César
et Rosalie (1972),
Vincent, François, Paul... et les
autres (1974),
Mado (1976) and
Une histoire simple
(1978).
Les Choses de la vie
would be remade many years later by Mark Rydell as
Intersection (1994) with Richard
Gere and Sharon Stone, a film that pales into insignificance when set
alongside Claude Sautet's exquisite meditation on the meaning of life.
© James Travers 2014
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Next Claude Sautet film:
Max et les ferrailleurs (1971)
Film Synopsis
Pierre Bérard, a 40-year-old architect, is on his way to a
business appointment when his car collides with a lorry on a quiet
country road. Thrown from his car before it catches fire he lies
paralysed but in a state of semi-consciousness beside the road as the
emergency services come to his aid. As he resists the urge to
fall asleep he recalls fragmentary events of his recent life.
Before the accident, he was at a crossroads in his life, having to
choose between two possible futures - a continuation of his old life
with his wife Catherine, or the beginning of a new life with his
mistress Hélène. Fearing that the latter course
will cost him too much, further estrangement from his son and the loss
of his friends' respect, Pierre has written a letter to
Hélène to end their relationship. Moments before
the accident, he changed his mind. As consciousness slowly ebbs
away, Pierre's one thought is to destroy the letter that is the last
obstacle to his future happiness...
© James Travers
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