Film Review
Maurice Pialat is probably the film director who is least likely to
direct a genre film. Yet, having established himself as the
quintessential auteur filmmaker with such works as
L'Enfance nue (1968),
Nous ne vieillirons pas ensemble
(1972),
La Gueule ouverte
(1974) and
Loulou (1980), Pialat allowed
himself to be tempted into making a policier with all the resources he
could expect for a mainstream film production. Whilst it has all
the elements of the classic French crime film,
Police was a world apart from the
majority of such films at the time, far more concerned with character
than plot and with a brutally naturalistic feel that makes it nearer to
a fly-on-the-wall documentary than a conventional piece of drama.
The opening titles are reduced to a single caption with the film's
title, shown for a just a few seconds, and the only music Pialat
employs comes right at the end, as the film segues poignantly into its
closing credits. Pialat's relentless striving for authenticity
enabled him to deliver one of the most striking French crime films of
the 1980s, one that injected realism into a tired and formulaic genre,
presaging the emergence of a new, far more prosaic and authentic kind
of policier in the following decade.
Police was Maurice Pialat's
most commercially successful film. It attracted an audience of
1.8 million in France and was critically acclaimed both in France and
on its international release. Today, many regard it as the
director's best film, certainly his most influential. Yet Pialat
loathed the film (perhaps because of its success and the unwanted
attention it brought him). It was also a highly uncomfortable
production for just about everyone who worked on it. It was
Catherine Breillat (later to become an important filmmaker in her own
right) who originated the project. She produced the first draft
of the script and was instrumental in getting Pialat to direct
it. But, once production was underway, Breillat and Pialat soon
fell out over their differences about the film's content and
style. Pialat's relationships with his actors were even more
strained and left some of them with extremely bitter memories.
Sandrine Bonnaire, who had worked successfully with Pialat on his
previous film,
À nos amours (1983), was
relegated to a minor part to punish her for not being as available as
the director wished. Pialat found it virtually impossible to
communicate with Sophie Marceau, and conspired with his lead actor
Gérard Depardieu to upset her so much that she would naturally
give the reactions he wanted her to show (a good example of this being
the scene in which Mangin interrogates Noria, subjecting her to a
relentless barrage of physical and psychological abuse). Richard
Anconina suffered the most - Pialat appeared to have no faith in his
abilities whatsoever and on one occasion publicly humiliated him on set
in front of the entire cast and crew, bringing the production to a
complete standstill as he did so. Pialat was the hardest of
taskmasters but his severity and unwillingness to compromise are amply
vindicated in the end result. Marceau, Depardieu and Anconina
have rarely, if ever, given more convincing performances than those
that Pialat extracted from them for
Police.
In contrast to most crime dramas, which rely perhaps a little too much
on sensationalist plot developments to maintain the spectator's
attention,
Police focuses
exclusively on the characters, and this is what makes it so
fiercely compelling. The plot, what there is of it, exists merely to drive
the characters and allow the film's authors to explore the complex
symbiotic relationship that exists between law enforcers, lawyers and
criminals. Much of the film is concerned with the routine
drudgery of police work, so that we end up with the impression that the
life of a police officer is much like any other - dull, repetitive
routine punctuated by occasional moments of drama. It is possible
that the real reason Pialat disliked the film was because it presented
him with constraints that he knew he could not get around and which
conflicted with his auteur approach to filmmaking. The crime
drama offers considerable versatility but it still boils down to a a
pretty well-defined formula, and to depart too far from this would
doubtless have been deemed gratuitous. The most remarkable thing
about
Police is that, whilst
it is recognisably a French policier in the traditional mould, it is
also something radically different, a precursor of the grittier, more
character-centric crime films that were to come in the 1990s and
beyond.
© James Travers 2012
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Next Maurice Pialat film:
Sous le soleil de Satan (1987)
Film Synopsis
Based in an ordinary police station in Paris, Mangin is a driven police inspector
who is on a personal crusade to smash a ring of drugs traffickers that is
operating between Marseille and Paris. His methods are crude and somewhat
brutal but they tend to get results - most of the time. By putting
pressure on his informants, he manages to scrape together just enough evidence
to arrest a small time drugs pusher, Simon Slimane, in the hope that the
latter will betray his brothers Jean and Maxime, who are the ones running
the drugs trafficking ring. With Simon proving reluctant to talk, Mangin
turns his attention to his girlfriend Noria, but she is just as uncooperative.
A lawyer and old friend of the inspector, Lambert, advises the fixated Mangin
to release Simon, but he refuses and redoubles his efforts to extract the
truth from Noria. As he does so, Mangin finds himself being powerfully
attracted to the spirited young woman. So intense do his feelings for
Noria become that he begins to completely lose interest in his police work.
An intelligent and fiercely independent woman, Noria is not slow to take
advantage of the cop's infatuation with her. Leading Mangin to believe
she is attracted to him, she plans her escape, hoping to start a new life
with the traffickers' ill-gotten gains...
© James Travers
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