Film Review
Stavisky is
among Alain Resnais's most consistently underrated films,
whereas it deserves to be considered one of his major achievements. A
compelling and seductively stylish period piece, it makes a very good
case for exercising the imagination when it comes to interpreting
historical events. For decades, the circumstances
surrounding the death of the Russian financier Alexandre Stavisky had
been shrouded in mystery and many believed that his apparent suicide
was in fact murder, perpetrated by those implicated in a Fascist
conspiracy. Resnais's screenwriter Jorge Semprún certainly
gives free reign to his imagination and even goes as far as to make a
possible connection between the Stavisky affair and the eventual fate
of the Soviet exile Leon Trosky. Far from being a conventional
biopic,
Stavisky sets out to
explore the personality of a supremely effective con man whilst
positing the controversial view that he was a pawn in a much bigger
game. The film is set in 1933, a momentous year in the history of
Europe. As France teeters perilously on the brink of Fascism, a
single event like the Stavisky affair could prove decisive in
determining the country's future. No man is an island...
Interestingly, the film was instigated not by Resnais, but by the
actor-producer Jean-Paul Belmondo, who envisaged playing a gentleman
thief role (of the Arsène Lupin variety) to provide a change
from his tough-guy action hero roles. When impresario
Gérard Lebovici suggested he should make a film about the high
class swindler Alexandre Stavisky, Belmondo was immediately hooked and
engaged the distinguished screenwriter Jorge Semprún to develop
a script treatment. It was Semprún who then roped in
Resnais (his former collaborator on the film
La Guerre est finie) to direct
the film. Resnais had not made a film for six years and was as
enthused by the venture as Belmondo, although this partnership took
many by surprise. Resnais was considered a serious filmmaker, an
auteur par excellence; Belmondo was by then a major star who was
associated with showy big budget action films and populist
comedies. How could such a seemingly ill-matched pair work
together to produce a film that was worth seeing?
Predictably,
Stavisky was
written off by the critics even before it had been released. When
it premiered at the Cannes Film Festival in May 1974, it had a very
poor reception, which was largely down to ill-feeling caused by
Belmondo's refusal to give one-to-one interviews to
journalists. With a French presidential election in the
offing, the film came under attack for its perceived left-wing
political slant and then Stavisky's son Claude attempted to have the
film banned on the grounds that it sullied the memory of his
parents. With so much adverse publicity, it was hardly surprising
that the film should perform badly at the French box office - in fact
it barely managed to attract a million spectators. At the time,
Stavisky was considered to be
neither a Belmondo film nor an Alain Resnais film and so struggled to
find an audience, although today it rates highly in the
filmographies of both men. The film performed far better on its
international release, particularly in the United States where it
proved to be a surprising hit. Contrary to what is widely
believed, Belmondo's production company Cerito Films
did manage to turn a profit on the
film, but it was far from being an outright success.
Not only is
Stavisky instantly
recognisable as an Alain Resnais film, it is in fact one of the
director's most complex and unsettling films, one that takes several
viewings to realise just how profound and weird it is. What is
perhaps most striking is the obvious mismatch between the artificiality
of the world that Resnais puts on the screen and the realism that leaps out
from Jorge Semprún's screenplay. Stephen Sondheim's subtly
haunting score (the first the composer wrote for a film) provides a
bridge between the two but it also serves to accentuate the film's
curious fairytale quality. As if to drive home the point that
history is a matter of interpretation rather than fact, Resnais adopts
a subjective framework and shows us the world as it is experienced by
the main protagonist, a glitzy Hollywood-style fantasy in which he is
the star player. This illusion is constantly challenged by
Semprún's dialogue and characterisation, which have a
razor-sharp authenticity to them and lay into Resnais's gilded fantasy
world with an almost psychotic frenzy.
The most visually alluring of Resnais's colour films,
Stavisky has something of the eerie
dreamlike quality of his previous (and even more unfathomable)
masterpiece
L'Année dernière à
Marienbad (1961). As in that film, Resnais plays with
our notion of time, using flashbacks and fast-forwards to fracture the
linear narrative and convey a chilling sense of predestination out of
the confusion he creates. Alexandre Stavisky may think he is in
control of his destiny, but as his past, present and future are brought
into collision it becomes apparent that he is a mere fly trapped in the
pages of history - his fate is sealed, as perhaps ours is, by events
and powers beyond our comprehension, clockwork toys running down in a
clockwork universe. It is not only plausible but inevitable that
Stavisky's death was contrived for political ends, and equally
plausible that his death should impact on the fate of Leon
Trotsky.
Stavisky has the most
prestigious cast list of any Alain Resnais film. In addition to
its high-profile star, the film brings together such talented
performers as François Périer, Charles Boyer, Anny
Duperey, Michel Lonsdale and Claude Rich, all of whom are excellent and
run no risk of being out-staged by Belmondo. (Boyer won the Best
Actor award at Cannes for his performance in this film - that's the
same Cannes at which the film was pretty comprehensibly
rubbished.) In contrast to most of his films of this era,
Belmondo tacitly refuses to play the limelight-hogging star and instead
gives a far more restrained character performance, one that must surely
rate as one of his best. Belmondo's Stavisky is a fascinating
portrayal of a man who believes too much in his own greatness and
ends up having to pay the price. You might think that Alain Resnais
and Jean-Paul Belmondo would make the unlikeliest of bedfellows but, by
some happy providence, their combined talents gave us one of the most
memorably enigmatic French films of the 1970s. The moral: don't
automatically expect the worst when two worlds collide.
© James Travers 2011
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Next Alain Resnais film:
Providence (1977)
Film Synopsis
France, 1933. Serge Alexandre is a high-flying businessman who seems
to have the Midas touch when it comes to making money. A seductive
and charismatic individual, he has no difficulty persuading others to invest
in his fabulous moneymaking schemes, and in doing so he has made himself
a very wealthy man. This is just as well, as he has a taste for luxury.
The one person who is not taken in by him is police inspector Bonny, who
has good reason to believe that Alexandre is the notorious Russian con artist
Stavisky. As he investigates the businessman's dubious affairs it becomes
ever more apparent to Bonny that he is nothing more than a crook, one who
is particularly adept at persuading others to part with their cash.
It is only a question of time before Alexandre's luck will turn and drive
him into the hands of the police.
It seems that the moment of the swindler's downfall has already come.
As his investments turn sour, Alexandre suddenly finds he is unable to raise
any further capital to cover his mounting debts. After his so-called
friends have deserted him, he has no other choice than to resort to even
more outlandish scams to save himself from ruin. By laundering money
intended for the coming Spanish civil war and issuing fraudulent bonds he
merely digs a deeper hole for himself. As his whole world comes crashing
down about him, Alexandre takes flight, knowing full well that he is destined
for a prison cell. His remarkable career ends with his apparent
suicide in a mountain retreat...
© James Travers
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