Film Review
Thomas l'imposteur completes a
remarkable series of film that director Georges Franju made in the
early to mid 1960s, coinciding with the French New Wave and offering a
very distinctive alternative vision of cinema that combines the grim
reality of life with an alluring dream-like poetry. Franju first
made his mark with the hauntingly grotesque
Les Yeux sans visage (1960),
undoubtedly the greatest of all French horror films, following this up
with an inspired adaptation of François Mauriac's modern novel
Thérèse Desqueyroux
(1962). After
Judex (1963), a magnificent
revamp of the old Louis Feuillade serial, Franju tackled another
difficult literary adaptation, this time Jean Cocteau's gently
provocative 1923 anti-war novel,
Thomas
l'imposteur.
Cocteau's novel presented numerous problems for a film adaptation, so
it was fortunate that Cocteau was around and willing to lend his
services as a screenwriter. This was to be Jean Cocteau's final
contribution to the cinema, as he died not long after completing the
screenplay, in October 1963. Georges Franju was probably the man
who was best placed to bring Cocteau's unique vision of the First World
War to the screen, the austere poetry of his filmmaking well-suited for
the barbed lyricism of Cocteau's prose. There are scenes in
Thomas l'imposteur which a
spectactor could well believe were directed by Cocteau himself, and
Franju's penchant for vivid imagery makes this the most perfect
adaptation of a Cocteau novel not directed by the author himself.
It is fitting that Cocteau's long-term friend and collaborator, Jean
Marais, provides the voiceover narration, savouring every syllable of
Cocteau's sublime text. Franju even incorporates three of
Cocteau's familiar trademarks into his film - mirrors, the Orphic lyre
and stars.
Like the novel before it,
Thomas
l'imposteur surprises with its scathingly ironic depiction of
the First World War. Whereas many contemporary novels, most
notably Erich Maria Remarque's
All
Quiet on the Western Front, wallowed in the brutal reality and
injustice of the conflict, Cocteau's novel analyses the wilful delusion
that allowed the war to endure for so long, despite the horrific human
cost. The vision we now have of the 1914-1918 war is very different
to how it was perceived at the time, and it is only after those who
participated in it were able to record their experiences, in novels,
plays, poems and films, that the now prevailing view gained widespread
acceptance. The First World War, the so-called 'War to End All
Wars', was the great adventure of the early 20th century, a lodestone
for idealism and patriotism, and a rare opportunity in which anyone,
irrespective of his social position, could serve his country by
asserting his heroism. For youthful minds filled with tales of
the chivalry of the Knights of the Round Table, there was no greater
glory than riding off to battle in the service of one's king and country.
In Cocteau's novel, this delusion is powerfully encapsulated in the
central character, Thomas, a 16-year old boy who is so eager to enter
the fray that he steals a uniform and pretends to be a commissioned
officer. He is entirely happy in his dream world and has an
almost total lack of awareness of the devastation and human suffering
that surrounds him. To him, it is all just a game, and even when
he lies dying on the battlefield he still cannot acknowledge the
reality of the war. Thomas is not the only victim of his
delusions. Every other character we encounter appears to have had
a reality bypass, in particular the Princess Clemence de Bormes, who
regards the war as nothing more than a piece of theatre in which she
must act her part, for the approval of her devoted daughter. The
central irony of the novel, palpably rendered in Franju's adaptation,
is that Thomas is not the only one who is blind to the absurdity of war
and the atrocities of modern warfare. The whole world seems to
have been overtaken by his childish fantasy, completely anaesthetised
to the horrible reality of what war entails - the destruction of human
life on an industrial scale.
In common with all of Franju's
greatest films,
Thomas l'imposteur
offers a compelling drama punctuated by some extraordinarily striking
visual images. The insane devastation of war is brought home,
succinctly and quite modestly, in a few stark shots of buildings being
destroyed by fire and artillery, reduced to burned out shells. We
barely get a glimpse of the carnage on the battlefield, but we feel its
presence in a brutal shorthand, such as the sequence in which a horse
gallops in terror across an urban wasteland, its mane set alight.
The film's poetry is at its most sublime in the final sequence in which
Thomas scampers across no man's land, totally oblivious to the fact
that his existence could be snuffed out at any moment. The flares
that dance around him like fairy lights lend an unreal poetry to the
scene, which is cut dead with shocking brutality the instant that
Thomas receives the fatal bullet that ends his game and his life.
Thomas l'imposteur is
not only written and directed with immense flair, it is also impeccably
well-cast, with Emmanuelle Riva, the star of Franju's
previous
Thérèse
Desqueyroux, once again shining in another
complex female role, portraying the Princess Clemence de Bormes as a
tragic soul who is a slave to her own delusions. Making his film
debut
in the lead role of Thomas is the 17-year-old Fabrice Rouleau, the
strikingly handsome son of the distinguished actor of screen and stage,
Raymond Rouleau. Franju turns Fabrice Rouleau's obvious lack of
experience and expression to his advantage, so that the central character remains
throughout the film an enigma, someone we can never fully engage with,
like an autistic little boy wrapped up in his own fantasies.
Rouleau junior did
appear in a few films and television series after this but acting was
never going to be his metier; instead he found success as a
journalist. After
Thomas
l'imposteur, a film that failed to receive the recognition it
deserved, Franju's career rapidly petered out and much of the
director's work was too hastily forgotten. The recent revival of
interest in Franju's films, supported by several DVD releases, provides
a long overdue opportunity to reappraise the achievements of one of
French cinema's great auteurs.
© James Travers, Willems Henri 2013
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