Film Review
In common with many reputable artists before him, Arnaud Desplechin has reached
the point in his career where he feels the need to take stock, review his
past work and reflect on his capabilities as a filmmaker.
Les Fantômes
d'Ismaël is the most honest and revealing of self-portraits, with
Mathieu Amalric, Desplechin's loyal collaborator on six earlier films, once
again playing the writer-director's alter ego, this time as an ageing filmmaker
forced to re-evaluate his life when his past and present suffer a violent
head-on collision. This is an odd, genre-hopping potpourri of a film
that gives its author ample opportunity to trawl through his eclectic back
catalogue and revisit themes dear to him, snatching literary and cinema allusions
where he can and pulling out of this abundant chaos a picture of himself
and his relationship to his art that is as cruel as it is fascinating.
Desplechin's tendency for contemplating his own well-formed navel has been
noticed in previous films. From
Comment je
me suis disputé... (ma vie sexuelle) (1996) to
Trois souvenirs de ma
jeunesse (2015), his own personal experiences have always served
as the basis of his art, with Amalric playing pretty much the role that Jean-Pierre
Léaud served in François Truffaut's films, showing the filmmaker
as he imagines himself to be.
Les Fantômes d'Ismaël
is the culmination of this process of morbid self-analysis in which Desplechin
examines himself through the fractured prism of a menopausal mind haunted
by self-doubt and a sudden re-awakening of the artistic possibilities of
cinematic expression.
With its multiple inter-locking story strands, its merging of past and present,
reality and fiction,
Les Fantômes d'Ismaël is hardly the
most lucid piece of cinema and at times it is all too easy to lose your way
in this sprawling maze of the imagination that Desplechin constructs for
himself, like Proust on a carefree acid trip. The spy thriller intrigue
that opens the film (an overt reference to the director's first feature,
La Sentinelle) turns out to
be the reddest of red herrings, although the presence of a shady character
named Dédalus, the Joycean name allotted to the director's alter ego
in earlier films, provides a Narnia-like doorway into what follows.
Here, Desplechin's ever-dependable stand-in Amalric is preoccupied with making
a film about the espionage exploits of his brother when life - or rather
death - catches up with him, with the unexpected return from 'the other side'
(the Land of the Dead rather than Hollywood) of his former lover. The
fact that the deceased lover in question is named Carlotta will immediately
send cinephiles into a frenzy of delight, as this was the name Hitchcock
chose for the tragically fated woman that kicked off the events in his greatest
film,
Vertigo (1958). This is
the most blatant of a veritable slew of cinematic references that Desplechin
takes an almost manic glee in garnishing his film with.
The return of Carlotta, in the form of an utterly beguiling Marion Cotillard,
is the last thing Amalric needs now that he has settled into a harmonious
relationship with his present sweetheart, a delectable Charlotte Gainsbourg.
As Cotillard takes up cudgels against French bureaucracy and tries to claim
back her past lover, Amalric's past and present come crashing together like
a pair of
premenstrual tectonic plates
and, not surprisingly, his reason goes into a dramatic tailspin, to the point
that he can no longer decide what is real and what is imaginary. Not
content with homaging the illustrious Hitchcock, with far less subtlety than
you might suppose, Desplechin goes chasing after the ghosts of other cinematic
giants, from Bergman to Truffaut, in his all-out attempt to trounce the delirium
of confusion that is Fellini's
8½,
the art film's gold standard for unbridled nombrilistic excess.
With its joyfully (or should that be Joyce-fully?) frenetic narrative and
over-reliance on film references (ninety-five per cent of which will go straight
over the heads of most spectators)
Les Fantômes d'Ismaël presents
considerable challenges for the average moviegoer and committed art house
devotee alike, but for those who are reasonably au fait with Desplechin's
past work, it is a ditsy cinematic scrapbook that is hard to resist.
Amalric's beguiling presence is enough to hold together this kaleidoscopic
montage and give it the coherence it needs to avoid ending up (like Fellini's
film) as the messiest of ego trips ultimately going nowhere in particular.
With made-to-measure roles for Marion Cotillard and Charlotte Gainsbourg
(the elfin etherealness of the latter making the most vivid contrast with
the sultry sensuality of the former), and plenty of amusing interludes featuring
equally capable actors in smaller roles (Louis Garrel and Hippolyte Girardet
to name just two), the film has few let-downs on the casting front and positively
sizzles with talent. Irina Lubtchansky's photography has its own unique
beauty and adds to the baroque weirdness of the piece, achieving a brittle coherence
that Desplechin appears so determined to decimate with his narrative bifurcations
and manic switching between alternate realities. For anyone who has ever
fantasised about undertaking a
Fantastic Voyage through the mind of
one of France's most dedicated auteur filmmakers today,
Les Fantômes
d'Ismaël is a heaven-sent opportunity to do just that, and frankly
it is one of the weirdest excursions you will ever undertake.
© James Travers 2017
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Next Arnaud Desplechin film:
La Vie des morts (1991)
Film Synopsis
Ismaël Vuillard is a fifty-something filmmaker who is struggling to
complete a film inspired by the real-life spy exploits of his brother, Ivan
Dédalus. To this day, he carries the scars of a tragic romance
- it was twenty-one years ago that his one true love, Carlotta, suddenly
went out of his life, never to be seen again. Convinced of Carlotta's
death, Ismaël has attempted to rebuild his life by focussing on his
career and marrying another woman, Sylvia. Now he and his wife lead
an idyllic life together in a house by the sea, although Carlotta remains
in his thoughts as a result of frequent contact with her father, Henri Bloom,
a Jew who is still tormented by his memories of the Holocaust. One
day, quite unexpectedly, Sylvia is met by a woman claiming to be Carlotta.
Confident that his wife has been deceived, Ismaël refuses to accept
that his former lover has returned to him from beyond the grave. As
his state of mind deteriorates, the filmmaker gives up his work and seeks
the sanctuary of the house in Roubaix where he grew up. Here, alone
and cut off from the outside world, he at once falls prey to the ghosts of
his past...
© James Travers
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