Film Review
The terrifying prospect of waking up one day to discover that you are
alone and must spend the rest of your life in your own company is
brought home with a vengeance in this haunting yet strangely beautiful
film by French director Yvan Le Moine. Based on Michel Tournier's
award winning 1967 novel
Vendredi ou
les Limbes du Pacifique (which offers a typically Gallic
existential reinterpretation of Daniel Defoe's
Robinson Crusoe), the film is not
so much a drama as a stark visual poem that takes us to a dark and
savage corner of reality in which a man who was once adulated as an
actor undergoes a slow and painful transformation into a thing of
abject solitude. Even when this desolate soul does finally
encounter another human being, the friendly native whom he christens
Friday, his metamorphosis continues, in the opposite sense to Friday's,
as though the society of men no longer matters to him after he has
accustomed himself to the barren wilderness of a remote island that now
reflects his inner temperament.
In what is possibly the most challenging role of his career, Philippe
Nahon gives an arresting and nuanced performance that is so convincing
that watching his character's gradual decline into primitive isolation
is quite a harrowing and revelatory experience. The bleak island
setting, austerely photographed with a limited earthy palette
that is starkly evocative of African art and imbues the film with an oppressive dreamlike
feel, accentuates the impression of the psychological and physical
trauma that Nahon is subjected to as he is slowly divested of his robes
of civilisation and emerges as the naked savage which lies at the heart
of each one of us. When Nahon is once again reunited with
humanity at the end of the film, we immediately identify with his sense
of revulsion at what so-called civilised man represents, and so it is
not with sadness that we leave him alone in his wild island paradise
but rather with a greater awareness of the liberating power of enforced
solitude and the sublime resilience of the human spirit.
Vendredi ou un autre jour is
not an easy film to watch - its occasional longueurs, slow pace and
rigorously austere style present something of a challenge for even the
most ardent of serious film enthusiasts. However, for those who
can stay the course and follow Philippe De Nahon on his
private journey into Hell, this most idiosyncratic and haunting of
films provides a sombre meditation on the mystery of existence that will leave a lasting impression and may even alter the way you
look at the world. Isn't Nahon's inward odyssey one that we are all
compelled to undertake in our life time - a gradual waking up to the
fact that we are all, as individuals, quite utterly alone and must
somehow grow to live with this fact in order to attain our fullest
spiritual development, whether Fate plants us on a desert island or at
the heart of a throbbing metropolis?
© James Travers 2011
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Film Synopsis
In 1759, the celebrated actor Philippe De Nohan sets sail on La
Virginie with a French theatre troupe to make a tour of the New
World. During the crossing, the boat sinks, but, by a miracle,
Philippe survives. When he comes to, he finds himself on the
beach of a desert island. After several hours of frantic
searching, he realises that he is the sole survivor, the only
inhabitant of this natural prison. How can he go on living, in
this one-man universe with no one to entertain...?
© James Travers
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