Showing posts with label Movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Movies. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Elizabeth Taylor


Elizabeth Taylor 1932 - 2011

Like many I was saddened at the passing of Dame Elizabeth Taylor today. A great actress and humanitarian she had received the British honour and was entitled to use the style as she was born in Britain to American parents. She first achieved fame at the age of twelve thanks to her starring role in National Velvet but we must also remember that she became a gifted actress with four Oscar nominations and two Oscars to her name for Butterfield 8 and her second Oscar came in 1967 for Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, one of 12 films she made with Richard Burton.



She was the highest-paid actress of her time, negotiating a cool $1m for her role in Cleopatra, as well as a share of the profits for the film. This is now the model for many big stars. Cleopatra was however an awful movie which elicited the world’s greatest ever movie review from the famed and feared critic of the New York Times who confined his review to just one line “Last night Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton barged down the Nile and sank!”


“Last night Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton barged down the Nile and sank!”

She was a great believer in marriage, being famously married eight times, twice to her inamoratas’ Richard Burton. By her mid twenties she had been married three times, divorced twice and widowed once; surely a modern day morality tale of sorts. She was extraordinarily beautiful, and was considered an accomplished actress by her peers. That's not true of a lot of celebrities that today's media are obsessed with but in many ways she was the template of the modern celebrity endorsing products and being associated with a “cause.”

Her son, Michael Wilding, made a statement that celebrated his mother’s life.

“My mother was an extraordinary woman who lived life to the fullest, with great passion, humor, and love. We know, quite simply, that the world is a better place for Mom having lived in it.”



Her business acumen extended beyond Hollywood. By creating her own jewellery line and a successful perfume range, she became a pioneer in marketing a celebrity merchandise brand. Stars including Jennifer Lopez, Paris Hilton and Britney Spears all now have personal branded lines.

She was not unknown in this neck of the woods in Buckinghamshire and Oxfordshire. The Bell in Aston Clinton used to be one of England’s top restaurants and a straight run out of London from studios at Elstree and Pinewood. It was popular with the luvvies; pictures of the Burton and Taylor used to adorn its walls when it was still a proper restaurant. She and Burton were visitors to that other great movie couple who lived near Thame at Notley Abbey, Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh. They were also visitors to Sir John Gielgud at South Pavilion in Wotton Underwood, Bucks, now the country home of Tony and Cherie Blair.



It is hard today to remember her impact on creating celebrity culture but the photos of her bikini clad on a yacht with Burton in 1962 caused an absolute sensation, such steamy paparazzi photos were unknown in those days and the story ran and ran and probably will continue to run now she is dead. The Vatican at the time accused them of "Erotic vagrancy" and Burton's wife actress Sybil Williams fled the set of Cleopatra and headed back to England.


Notley Abbey


Sir John Gielgud's former home at South Pavilion in Wotton Underwood

In her last interview in this month's edition of 'Harper's Bazaar', when asked about all the husbands and jewellery. Taylor responded: "I never planned to acquire a lot of jewels or a lot of husbands. For me, life happened, just as it does for anyone else. I have been supremely lucky in my life in that I have known great love, and of course I am the temporary custodian of some incredible and beautiful things.

"But I have never felt more alive than when I watched my children delight in something, never more alive than when I have watched a great artist perform, and never richer than when I have scored a big cheque to fight AIDS. Follow your passion, follow your heart, and the things you need will come."


But above all she was a brave campaigner and humanitarian who championed an unpopular cause and made it mainstream. Elizabeth Taylor will be remembered for harnessing her star power to help good causes. In the 1980s, after her friend Rock Hudson died, she became one of the first celebrities to speak out about Aids.



"Why shouldn't gay people be able to live as open and freely as everybody else?... What it comes down to, ultimately, is love. How can anything bad come out of love? The bad stuff comes out of mistrust, misunderstanding and, God knows, from hate and from ignorance."

Elizabeth Taylor

Good for her. Here’s looking at you Babe!


Trailer for "Giant"

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Priceless (Hors de prix)



It has long been the contention of the Celtic sage that there may be more wonderful actresses than Audrey Tautou but there is none more wondrous! I had wanted to see the French actress as the iconic couturier Coco Chanel, who died aged 87 in 1971, in her new movie ‘Coco Before Chanel’ -“Coco avant Chanel.” Alas, due to the machinations of the evil big distributors our local Multiplex was full of the usual popcorn movies. So I consoled myself instead with a DVD of the comedy Priceless (Hors de prix) in which Tautou plays a character who echoes Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s and where she does at least wear Chanel little black dresses. Pierre Salvadori’s Priceless is a sexy and thoroughly charming romantic comedy, and a fresh re-imagining of the cinema classic, Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Priceless is playful, cheeky, and boasts excellent chemistry between its leads, which is crucial to pull off a romantic comedy so dependent on their banter and interaction. Through a set of wacky circumstances, a young gold digger mistakenly woos a mild-mannered bartender thinking he's a wealthy suitor. The goofball silliness of the story combined with the brightly coloured French Riviera and, of course, the irresistible Tautou makes this somewhat lightweight movie surprisingly entertaining.


Audrey Tautou and Gad Elmaleh

Audrey Tautou plays Irene, a high maintenance gold digging prostitute who flits from one elderly man to another, in the hopes of seducing and convincing them into marriage, while in the meantime milking all she could from their company. It's haute fashion label dropping, living the high life in expensive hotel suites, for free. In an uncontrollable one night stand, she hooks up with waiter Jean (Gad Elmaleh), who while he is totally out of her league, falls hard for her, and becomes a constant thorn in her side as she goes about her predatory mission in life.

Not your usual romance movie where the bickering couple are expected to kiss, make up, and bicker some more, Priceless does two things in its narrative. One, in its reminder to the male suckers out there to be wary of high maintenance women - if you don't have what it takes (and that simply means a really fat bankroll), forget about it, as she'll drain your finances as simply as it takes to gulp down a glass of water. Two, perhaps it really does pay for those who are kept men and women, if they don't mind trading their bodies for material pleasures that a rich life can offer.



And from adversaries to partners in crime, Priceless sprinkles its narrative with scenes like from The Guru, where tips and tricks of the trade are shared, and played for laughs. And this is especially so with Jean's natural charms mixed with Mr Bean like demeanour. Outstanding is Moroccan actor Gad Elmaleh, who throws this constant innocent blank look, when he's hamming it up pretending to be loaded, or practising turning on his charms (consciously or otherwise). He brings to Jean a sense of helplessness in falling for the woman of his dreams much against his finances, and gives Jean that chivalrous character that will surely win many over.

Fans of Audrey Tautou will reminisce her portrayal as Irene to be similar to the quirky Amèlie, only that this time round; she's the complete slut whom you pity for having such a materialistic nature. Her plunging necklines all the way down to the navel will no doubt raise temperatures, and while noticeably older, has brought about a sense of maturity from giggling girl to all women.



The point about a certain type of contemporary French comedy, of which "Priceless" is a fine example, is the quality of the playing style. Nobody forces the situations, even the broadest ones. "Priceless" would no doubt suffer the usual crassness if Hollywood ever remade it in English. The film may be a contraption, but it is acted with simplicity and charm.



Peppered with an excellent soundtrack, the best songs were kept for a party scene, and for as many party scenes featured in various movies, I'd rate this one as one of the most interesting, thanks to the key music, characters, and the scene that plays out just right. The film rolls along at a sedate pace, not slow but definitely not rushed by any means. Audrey Tautou is magnificent and Gad Elmaleh’s performance is a good mixture of innocence and daring. Even though it has a “12” certificate Priceless isn’t for children. The subject matter alone warrants an adult audience. Don’t expect a stunning cinematic experience but rather an enjoyable journey that’s just plain fun.

All in all, this is an entertaining modern morality tale which will resonate from Wolverhampton to Dubai to its setting on the French Riviera.



Coincidentally Audrey Tautou has also become the face of the iconic Chanel No. 5 perfume and appears in a “mini movie” to advertise this enduring and expensive fragrance. In the film, Tautou departs from Venice and comes to Istanbul by Orient Express. A young man, played by model Travis Davenport, falls in love with the woman because of her perfume. The two find each other in Istanbul again thanks to the perfume. The film does not include any dialogue. The Haydarpaşa train station, the Bosphorus, the Bosphorus Bridge and boats are seen in the film.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not



There may be more wonderful actresses than Audrey Tautou but the Sage humbly submits that there is none more wondrous! However the follow up to the charming Oscar-nominated hit “Amèlie” was always going to be subject to much scrutiny. Wisely, she's decided to sidestep the fairytale image of that film, instead going for a much darker role in Laetitia Colombani's “He Loves Me...He Loves Me Not”.

In He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not the adorable Audrey Tautou from Amèlie plays the central role in a deceptive story of a rather unusual romance. He Loves Me...He Loves Me Not (“A la folie...pas du tout” in the original French) offers a surprisingly dramatic romance with a twist which keeps the audience guessing until the end.

It would spoil the film's clever design to reveal what happens halfway through, so let's just say that Tautou is cast as a winsome girl in the sunny town of Bordeaux whose relationship with a married doctor has more layers than first it seems. Samuel LeBihan, from Brotherhood of the Wolf, plays the doctor, but it's the casting of cutie-pie Tautou that sets up the movie's gradually sinister undertow. He Loves Me…He Loves Me Not, in the true form of French films, is not quite what it seems at first glance. Angélique, played by bright-eyed actress Audrey Tautou is a young woman working in a café to support her studies as an art student. Although having just been selected for a generous scholarship, Angélique’s heart is elsewhere, focused upon her love affair with cardiologist Loïc Le Garrec (Samuel Le Bihan). Her love knows no limits and she sends thoughtful anonymous gifts to the doctor, who cannot guess who they are from, but who accepts them as appreciative gestures from patients whom he has cured.



We see her follow him furtively at a party; we see him smiling fondly over her gift of a single rose; we see all sort of besotted trysts. But then, a good way into the movie, everything is rewound and we see everything again from his point of view. It becomes clear that she is a stalker, an "erotomaniac" obsessed with a man who hardly knows she's alive. Audrey Tautou plays an art student who is deeply in love with this married man. She is attentive and caring, doing all she can to make this man happy. However his unwillingness to leave his wife begins to change Audrey as she becomes increasingly distressed and her character transforms beyond recognition and it is not until later on in the film that you discover the cause behind these changes. Audrey is thoroughly convincing and a truly remarkable actress, bringing you into the story straight away and not leaving you a shadow of a doubt that her words are true.

Director Laetitia Colombani's inventive structure plays a satisfyingly tricky game with the audience, and may have some viewers going back to the beginning to make sure they saw what they thought they saw. Just don't go in expecting Amèlie, Deuxième Partie and you should find this an ingenious little number. For those of us who thought Audrey Tautou's character in Amèlie was a bit creepy and psychotic, this film makes an interesting, if faintly challenging companion piece, directed by 26-year-old first-timer Laetitia Columbani. Tautou does her gamine act once again in a film that blends Amèlie with Fatal Attraction and a touch of The Sixth Sense.


Audrey Tautou

The film combines comedic moments with serious drama beautifully as the story twists and turns. You will feel yourself swept into this film due to the brilliant acting, beautiful directing and outstanding script. The film is thoroughly moving, making you laugh, cry as well as think. Not only was the story thought provoking but it was also a very enjoyable cinematic experience.

Angélique's world of soft focus romanticism is full of reds and warmth while Loïc lives and works in a colder, more blue-toned space. Tautou shines as Angélique, looking as fresh and as dewy as a freshly picked flower herself in the florist’s scenes but convincingly descending into madness as the film progresses.

First time writer and director Colombani doesn't quite manage to pull the whole thing off but there's enough in “He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not” to show promise for the future. An interesting experiment and almost a precocious masterpiece, I’m sure Hitchcock wasn’t directing anything as accomplished at the age of 26.

I recommend this film to everyone especially those who love beautifully created scenes, a great story and a film with real depth of emotion. People who feel they do not like "arty" films or subtitled films are missing out on the real challenging journey which this movie brings you on.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Buddenbrooks



As regular blogistas will know the Celtic Sage’s favourite German City, particularly at this time of year with the Weihnachtsmärkte, is the Hanseatic Free City of Lübeck, a UNESCO World Heritage site and in the 13th Century the capital of the remarkable Hanseatic League and the world’s richest city at that time. (http://daithaic.blogspot.com/2007/08/lbeck-queen-of-hansa.html ) One of its favourite sons is the author Thomas Mann who won the 1929 Nobel Prize for Literature (One of 3 Nobel Laureates’ from Lübeck in the 20th Century, the others being Gunter Grass and Willy Brandt) principally in recognition of his popular achievement with the epic Buddenbrooks (1901), The Magic Mountain (Der Zauberberg 1924), and his numerous short stories. Based on Mann's own family, Buddenbrooks relates the decline of a merchant family in Lübeck over the course of four generations. Buddenbrooks was Thomas Mann's first novel, published in 1901 at the age of 25. The German subtitle “Buddenbrooks - Verfall einer Familie”, The Decline of a Family gives a clue to the book’s narrative.


Thomas Mann

His objective was to write a novel on the conflicts between business and artist's worlds, respectively, presented as a family saga, continuing in the realist tradition of 19th century works such as Stendhal's Le Rouge et le noir (1830; The Red and the Black). More personally, he wanted to surpass the literary status already achieved by his eldest brother Heinrich Mann, who met relative success with the novel In einer Familie (1894, In a Family), and who was working at that time on another novel about German bourgeois society, Im Schlaraffenland (1900, In the Land of Cockaigne). It can be said that both of Thomas Mann's objectives were satisfied. The novel stands today as one of his most popular, especially in Germany, and is considered by many to be the novel that best captures the 19th century German bourgeois atmosphere. The city where the Buddenbrook family lives shares so many of its street names and other details with Mann's hometown of Lübeck that the identification is perfect, although Mann carefully avoids explicit pronunciation of the name throughout the whole novel. In spite of this fact, many German readers and critics attacked Mann for writing about the "dirty laundry" of his hometown and his own family. However, although this may be debated, it must be said that the fate of the Buddenbrooks bears no direct resemblance with the author's own family, nor with that of the 19th century German bourgeoisie in general, not even with the "money aristocracy", although merchandising is a central topic.



There will be renewed interest in Buddenbrooks due to a new movie which Warner Brothers are releasing in German and which is filmed on location in Lübeck unlike previous versions, one of which was filmed in Gdansk. It also uses the Mann’s own house in Lübeck which is today the museum dedicated to Thomas, Heinreich and Klaus Mann called Buddenbrook Haus. Armin Mueller-Stahl and Iris Berben head the cast of a 2008 version to be released in December.

The main scene of action of Thomas Mann's Nobel Prize winning novel "Buddenbrooks" is Lübeck. Although the name of the "mediocre trading centre on the Baltic Sea" is never mentioned in the novel, there is not one street, square or place in this novel's city that does not allow itself to be identified in Lübeck. The house at Mengstraße 4 is at the heart of this novel. Exactly on this floor and behind these very windows where the Mann family lived in the middle of the 19th century there is an exhibit about a fictitious family that sits- as described by Thomas Mann - opposite St. Mary's Church in a "landscape room" and a "dining room" with white figures of gods and goddesses.



Thomas Mann (1875-1955) moved to Switzerland in 1933 shortly after the Nazis had come to power and begun a campaign of abuse against him. He was formally expatriated in 1936. In 1937 the University of Bonn deprived him of his honorary doctorate (restored in 1946), which aroused Mann to a famous and moving reply in which he epitomised the situation of the German writer in exile. Mann, who had anticipated and warned against the rise of fascism during the Weimar Republic (e.g., in Mario and the Magician), continued to combat it in many pamphlets and talks throughout the period of the Nazi regime and the Second World War. In 1930 Mann gave a public address in Berlin titled "An Appeal to Reason," in which he strongly denounced National Socialism and encouraged resistance by the working class. This was followed by numerous essays and lectures in which he attacked the Nazis. At the same time, he expressed increasing sympathy for socialist ideas. In 1933 when the Nazis came to power, Mann and his wife were on holiday in Switzerland. Due to his very vociferous denunciations of Nazi policies, his son Klaus advised him not to return.

But Thomas Mann's books, in contrast to those of his brother Heinrich and his son Klaus were not among those burnt publicly by Hitler's regime in May 1933, possibly since he had been the Nobel laureate in literature for 1929. Finally in 1936 the Nazi government officially revoked his German citizenship. A few months later he moved to the United States. He became an American citizen in 1940 and, from 1941 to 1953, lived in Santa Monica, California. After the war he frequently revisited Europe: in 1949 he received the Goethe Prizes of Weimar (East Germany) and Frankfurt (West Germany), but when he finally returned to Europe he settled near Zürich, where he died in 1955.



He never accomplished anything which could be compared to the stature attained by his most celebrated book, which was deeply ingrained with the German bourgeois way of life of his time. Some people say that is a kind of autobiographic novel, where many of the aspects of Thomas Mann's social surroundings and family life were portrayed in the book, with an accuracy and sharpness of a genius, who lived life surrounded by all kinds of problems one could imagine (homosexuality, drugs, family disputes on genius primacy) but who, at the other hand, was, in his own ways, deeply affected by bourgeois values and family affection. When the book was written Mann had only 25 years, which adds content to some theories that mathematical and other type of geniuses minds are in their prime when one reaches 30 years of age, thus explaining the exclamation of Sir Bertrand Russell that achieved fame long after he hit his intellectual prime.

Among the chief works of Mann's later years are the novels Lotte in Weimar (1939) [The Beloved Returns], in which the fictional account of a meeting of the lovers of Werther grown old provides the framework for a psychologically and technically ingenious portrait of the old Goethe; Joseph und seine Brüder (1933-43) [Joseph and his Brothers], a version of the Old Testament story which interweaves myth and psychology; and Dr. Faustus (1947), the story of an artist who chooses to pay with self-destruction for the powers of genius, a fate that echoes the last days of the Third Reich; the collections of essays Leiden und Grösse der Meister (1935) [ Suffering and Greatness of the Masters]; and the essay on Schiller, Versuch über Schiller (1955). A complete edition of his works in twelve volumes was published in Berlin (1956) and in Frankfurt (1960).


Thomas Mann 1937

In his biographical note provided to the Nobel Committee in 1929 Thomas Mann describes his early life and childhood in Lübeck;

“I was born in Lübeck on June 6, 1875, the second son of a merchant and senator of the Free City, Johann Heinrich Mann, and his wife Julia da Silva Bruhns. My father was the grandson and great-grandson of Lübeck citizens, but my mother first saw the light of day in Rio de Janeiro as the daughter of a German plantation owner and a Portuguese-Creole Brazilian. She was taken to Germany at the age of seven.

I was designated to take over my father's grain firm, which commemorated its centenary during my boyhood, and I attended the science division of the «Katharineum» at Lübeck. I loathed school and up to the very end failed to meet its requirements, owing to an innate and paralyzing resistance to any external demands, which I later learned to correct only with great difficulty. Whatever education I possess I acquired in a free and autodidactic manner. Official instruction failed to instil in me any but the most rudimentary knowledge.

When I was fifteen, my father died, a comparatively young man. The firm was liquidated. A little later my mother left the town with the younger children in order to settle in the south of Germany, in Munich.

After finishing school rather ingloriously, I followed her and for the time being became a clerk in the office of a Munich insurance company whose director had been a friend of my father's. Later, by way of preparing for a career in journalism, I attended lectures in history, economics, art history, and literature at the university and the polytechnic. In between I spent a year in Italy with my brother Heinrich, my elder by four years. During this time my first collection of short stories, Der kleine Herr Friedemann (1898) [Little Herr Friedemann], was published. In Rome, I also began to write the novel Buddenbrooks, which appeared in 1901 and which since then has been such a favourite with the German public that today over a million copies of it are in circulation.”


Buddenbrookhaus

His former home, now designated Buddenbrookhaus, is worth a visit both to see a restored (and after wartime bombing, reconstructed) 19th Century merchant’s house and for the permanent exhibitions on the Mann family. Both new permanent exhibitions "The Manns - a literary family" and "Buddenbrooks - Novel of the Century" are at the centre complemented by further literary experiences and literary and cultural events. Sometimes reality follows fiction. The house with the white Baroque facade has of course never been the home of the Buddenbrooks, as they were a product of Thomas Mann's literary imagination. Nevertheless, the building is known by their name today. This might be absolutely justified, since the fictitious Buddenbrook family had more than a few characteristics in common with the Manns. And the Manns really did live here - Thomas Mann described the place of his youth in his novel “Buddenbrooks”.

Today, the house is nothing but a stylish piece of scenery. The original mansion of 1758 which contained all the rooms as described in the famous book was destroyed by RAF bombs and only the facade remains. A new building was erected behind it in 1957, and a permanent exhibition on the work of Thomas and Heinrich Mann is displayed here. A number of rooms have also been decorated according to the novel.

Mann's diaries, unsealed in 1975, tell of his struggles with his sexuality, which found reflection in his works, most prominently through the obsession of the elderly Aschenbach for the 14-year-old Polish boy Tadzio in the novella Death in Venice (Der Tod in Venedig, 1912). Anthony Heilbut's biography Thomas Mann: Eros and Literature (1997) was widely acclaimed for uncovering the centrality of Mann's sexuality to his oeuvre. Gilbert Adair's work The Real Tadzio describes how, in the summer of 1911, Mann had been staying at the Grand Hôtel des Bains in Venice with his wife and brother when he became enraptured by the angelic figure of Władysław Moes, an 11-year-old Polish boy.

Hopefully the movie will be released before too long in English so a wider audience can appreciate Buddenbrooks and the medieval gem which is the Hanseatic Free City of Lübeck.

See the trailer (in German) for the movie on this link;

http://www.buddenbrooks-derfilm.de.


Thomas Mann Grave - Zürich

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Days of Glory / Indigènes



Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite. This film examines the three pillars on which the French Republic stands through the eyes of soldiers summoned from its colonies to fight a war for liberalising a people, while enjoying few of those rights themselves. Put into the worst of battles towards the end of World War II, with the least compensation in terms of money, promotion, leave or even rationed tomatoes, soldiers from France’s colonies in North Africa - particularly Algeria - fight a cold, brutal war and die an unknown death. The Government they are fighting for feels no need to understand their religion, needs or culture.

Days of Glory (French: Indigènes) is a French drama film directed by French-Algerian Rachid Bouchareb. The cast includes Sami Bouajila, Jamel Debbouze, Samy Naceri, Roschdy Zem and Bernard Blancan. The film won the Prix d'interprétation masculine at the 2006 Cannes Film Festival.

The film was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film, but lost to The Lives of Others (http://daithaic.blogspot.com/2008/09/lives-of-others.html ). As well as being successful as a war movie described as a kind of a North African Saving Private Ryan, the film deals with discriminatory treatment of French Africans (the French title translates as Natives) which is still an issue today, and led to a change in government policy.

A large number of indigènes (Algerians, Tunisians and Moroccan Goumiers) were enrolled in the French First Army of the Free French Forces, formed to liberate France after the Nazi occupation in World War II. The film portrays the recruitment of these soldiers and their participation in the campaigns in Italy and southern France. The army had been recruited in Africa in French colonies outside the control of the Vichy regime which collaborated with German commissioners.



Four Indigènes in a mobile corps with a reputation for endurance and courage in close combat are sent to the front line, each with a different personal purpose as they fight their way through the Italian Campaign and on to Operation Dragoon to liberate France. One seeks booty, one has joined the army to escape poverty in hopes that it will be his family, one wants to marry and settle in France while the other is fighting in the hope of equality and recognition of the rights of the colonised Algerians. They encounter only discrimination in the army.

Nominated for the Best Foreign Language Film at the 2007 Oscars and the Golden Palm at Cannes, Days of Glory has some exceptional performances by its lead actors, who have all enlisted in the war for their own reasons. There is the scholarly and brave Corporal Abdelkadar (Bouajila), who clings to the belief till the very end that the fight against Hitler is his fight; Said (Debbouze), who aims to find reason and hope in his life, led till then in utter poverty, in a place he realises has none of it; Messaoud (Zem), who discovers love in the unlikeliest of places; and Sergeant Martinez (Blancan), a Frenchman in Algeria who is part African, a secret he takes to his grave, constantly torn between the men he knows are being mistreated and his bosses who couldn’t care less.

While each has his own motives, these native Africans have enlisted to fight for a France they have never seen. In the words of a wartime recruiting song the four actors sing within the film as well as at the 2006 Cannes Film Festival, "we come from the colonies to save the motherland, we come from afar to die, we are the men of Africa." The film shows a complex depiction of their shabby treatment in an army organisation prejudiced in favour of the European French, a wartime injustice which relates directly to continuing modern tensions.

In a great scene, after one hard-fought battle, the tired African soldiers are offered a “treat”: ballet in a torn tent. Uncomprehending and disgusted, they walk out. After defeating the Axis powers in Italy, when the Algerian infantry marches into France, it is the first time they set foot on what they have been told is their “motherland”. The message is reinforced through martial songs, in speeches, and exhortations to march to yet another battle.

From a small dusty village in Algeria, illiterate and swept up in all that’s happening around him, Said has figured it out for himself more clearly. Describing a battle scene, he says: “I threw a bomb at Germany, I beat Germany, all of Germany - I free a country, it is my country. Even if I haven’t seen it before.”

The discrimination by the French authorities against these soldiers continued as successive French governments froze the war pensions of these indigenous veterans, and it was only after the film's release that the government policy was changed to bring foreign combatant pensions into line with what French veterans are paid. Though the film has been produced for a mainstream audience with many notable battle sequences, the cast is made up of recognisable Arab actors who have been successful in French cinema. This was a commercial gamble that has paid off and the film has become culturally influential in French politics, affecting a change in policy towards the treatment of war veterans after President Chirac personally intervened when he saw this film. This is a film which has been able to affect change within society, and it is exceptional for the revisionist approach it takes to a genre that has always been strongly associated with American cinema.



Days of Glory fully deserves the praise it has received for whilst superficial comparisons may be made to Steven Spielberg’s “Saving Private Ryan” this is no apolitical movie descending into melodrama, rather it is a hard edged view of war and of racism. Like most Great War movies it shows not only the cruelty and savagery of battle but also the unfeeling indifference of the Army created to fight these wars. Here this indifference is magnified by the racism in the treatment of the native fighters from North Africa, a treatment echoed in America’s treatment of Black Soldiers who endured strict segregation and Britain’s of non-white colonial soldiers. The racism is shocking in its casualness, not just the overt racism in the different treatment, rations, promotion, denial of leave but even covertly censoring letters from North African soldiers to French girls to stop inter racial relationships. This shows the lie that Algerians were part of “Metropolitan France” and this fiction was cast asunder with some bitterness in 1959. Since then the treatment of the “pieds noirs” in France has been desultory and this film serves as a reminder of the root causes of these issues. But part of the French attitude may stem from an embarrassment that these North Africans who had never seen France were fighting to free it when many of its own citizens had chosen to collaborate.

Indeed the recent court case involving Gurkha Soldiers in Britain looking for equal pension and settlement rights echoes what has happened in France. They were championed by the actress Joanna Lumley who was born in Kashmir and spent her early life in Hong Kong and Malaysia. Her father served for 30 years with the 6th Gurkha Rifles, and was a Chindit in Burma; his admiration and affection for these soldiers of Nepal was shared by all who served with them. Gurkha Tul Bahadur Pun VC, 87, fought alongside her father, Major James Rutherford Lumley, in Burma during the Second World War, and a picture of him was displayed in the family home. It is hard to understand the bravery he has displayed or read the official citation without emotion;

“War Office, 9th November, 1944
The KING has been graciously pleased to approve the award of the VICTORIA CROSS to:-

No. 10119 Rifleman Tulbahadur (sic) Pun, 6th Gurkha Rifles, Indian Army.

In Burma on June 23, 1944, a Battalion of the 6th Gurkha Rifles was ordered to attack the Railway Bridge at Mogaung. Immediately the attack developed the enemy opened concentrated and sustained cross fire at close range from a position known as the Red House and from a strong bunker position two hundred yards to the left of it.

So intense was this cross fire that both the leading platoons of 'B' Company, one of which was Rifleman Tulbahadur (sic) Pun's, were pinned to the ground and the whole of his Section was wiped out with the exception of himself, the Section commander and one other man. The Section commander immediately led the remaining two men in a charge on the Red House but was at once badly wounded. Rifleman Tulbahadur (sic) Pun and his remaining companion continued the charge, but the latter too was immediately wounded.

Rifleman Tulbahadur (sic) Pun then seized the Bren Gun, and firing from the hip as he went, continued the charge on this heavily bunkered position alone, in the face of the most shattering concentration of automatic fire, directed straight at him. With the dawn coming up behind him, he presented a perfect target to the Japanese. He had to move for thirty yards over open ground, ankle deep in mud, through shell holes and over fallen trees.

Despite these overwhelming odds, he reached the Red House and closed with the Japanese occupants. He killed three and put five more to flight and captured two light machine guns and much ammunition. He then gave accurate supporting fire from the bunker to the remainder of his platoon which enabled them to reach their objective. His outstanding courage and superb gallantry in the face of odds which meant almost certain death were most inspiring to all ranks and beyond praise.”


Tul Bahadur Pun VC in 2007

The Home Office barrister said that merely (sic) winning a Victoria Cross in battle was not sufficient connection with the UK to allow them to settle there. This attitude was condemned by Mr. Justice Blake as "Irrational, inconsistent, unlawful and lacking in clarity" – when he ruled against the UK Government on a law that barred Gurkha soldiers, who served the UK in the Falklands and the Gulf War, from settling in Britain. The campaign (http://www.gurkhajustice.org.uk ) had indeed referred to Days of Glory and the Gurkha's used the French example to back their campaign asking for the same pension rights as other British soldiers.

Days of Glory is a complex and affecting movie that handles a thorny subject with sensitivity rather than militaristic bombast. The ending of the film is poignant and sums up what a impact "War" has on people and how the waste of life, affects them.

Monday, September 29, 2008

The Lives of others







In the dim and distant past when Left / Right political arguments seemed real and endless discussions ensued about ideological semantics I knew people in Dublin who resplended in titles such as “Secretary of the Irish / East German Friendship Society.” The East Germany they referred to was not the “corrupt capitalist lackey” of West Germany but the splendidly entitled DDR – the German Democratic Republic. To these stalwarts of communist orthodoxy the Berlin Wall was “The Great Anti-Fascist Protection Barrier (!)” and calling East Germany a “Police State” was a “slander on Socialist Realism” etc; etc; Now, none of this rang true at the time and does so even less today. Those “friends of the East German people” (they loved the people you understand, they were never commies) moved onto solidarity with Cuba and then when the Cuban’s lost interest in them (around the time Russian money disappeared) they became involved with “Think Tanks” and “Progressive Journals” on the reasonable grounds that they have never had an original or progressive thought in their lives, indeed prior to that their thoughts had been about different types of tanks used to “correct the errors of the masses.”









The Great Anti-Fascist Protection Barrier - The beginning and the end



Now the German Left Wing has been much maligned and in the 20th Century has had reasonable grounds for angst. They were massacred by right wing thugs in the Weimar Republic (obit; Rosa Luxemburg and Karl Liebknecht) and those who survived were systematically exterminated and driven into exile by the Nazi’s, indeed the left wing were the first people that Hitler practiced his coercion and extermination policies on whilst the world was happy enough to look away. After the war it was not difficult to think communism was the way forward and many idealists gravitated to the Soviet Zone to set up what was to be the DDR. Early West Germany was not an attractive state with many “cleansed” Nazis still in place and a corrupt political elite largely directed by the Western Occupying powers, but one was to eventually to find its feet and sense of purpose and for the East, after the Worker’s Uprising in June 1953 suppressed with Soviet tanks it became a Soviet satellite fearful of its own people.







This is the world examined as the endgame of the East German State was approaching in this film. The Lives of Others (original German: Das Leben der Anderen) is a German film, marking the feature film debut of writer and director Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck. It is set in the hyper paranoid East Germany before the Fall of the Berlin Wall when East Germany's Secret Police listened to your secrets and maintained an army of up to 400,000 informers. In 1984 East Berlin, an agent of the secret police, conducting surveillance on a writer and his lover, finds himself becoming increasingly absorbed by their lives.



With The Lives of Others, von Donnersmarck won the 2007 Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film. The film had earlier won seven Deutscher Filmpreis awards – including best film, best director, best screenplay, best actor, and best supporting actor – after having set a new record with 11 nominations. It was nominated for Best Foreign Language Film at the 64th Golden Globe Awards. The thriller/drama involves the monitoring of the cultural scene of East Berlin by agents of the Stasi, the GDR's secret police. It stars Ulrich Mühe as Stasi Captain Gerd Wiesler, Ulrich Tukur as his chief Anton Grubitz, Sebastian Koch as the playwright Georg Dreymann, and Martina Gedeck as Dreymann's lover, a prominent actress named Christa-Maria Sieland.







It is a tribute to the richness of the film that one cannot say for sure who the hero is. The most prominent figure is Gerd Wiesler (Ulrich Mühe), yet if you passed him on the street you wouldn’t give him a second glance, or even a first. He would spot you, however, and file you away in a drawer at the back of his mind. Wiesler, based in East Berlin, is a captain in the Ministerium für Staatssicherheit, better known as the Stasi - the state security service, which, by the mid-nineteen-eighties, employed more than ninety thousand personnel. In addition, a modest hundred and seventy thousand East Germans became unofficial employees, called upon to snoop and snitch for the honour or, in practical terms, the survival of the state.







The German DVD of this film was recalled due to some statements director Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck made in his audio commentary about the alleged activities of politician Gregor Gysi and actress Jenny Gröllmann as official agents (IM) for the "Staatssicherheit" (secret police of former East Germany).







The movie tells the story of Stasi agent Wiesler (brilliant Ulrich Mühe), who follows his guidelines with chilling accuracy. His newest assignment is to wiretapping famed author Georg Dreymann (Sebastian Koch) and his companion, actress Christa-Maria Sieland (Martina Gedeck). Listening to their conversations, he gets more and more caught in their lives. Wiesler, as he is played here by Ulrich Mühe, is not an individual, but a symbol for the whole system, where people did everything they were told to do. Clad only in gray and brown, filmed in stark and cold light, he's at first not capable of feelings. On the other hand Dreymann and Sieland represent the anti-Establishment, the intellectuals, who were severely hunted, arrested and killed by the government.



The most frightening aspect here is the banality of it all. The offices are bleak, the people talk about bugging operations etc. with a frightening causality. These men in grey look, talk and behave like boring civil servants, and their approach, the "normality" of their job makes it terribly chilling. Director Florian Henckel-Donnersmarck is also able to recreate a feeling of constant observance and spying. In a disturbing scene a harmless joke becomes the center of suspicion and fear. We can glimpse how it must have been for citizens of the DDR, to live with constant suppression of their free will and opinion. As important it is, not to forget the good things and memories people might have of their past, it's also important not to forget or to reduce the impact and fear that this regime put on their people for 40 years.



This is a powerful film which turns into a suspenseful thriller with a complex and powerful moral drive. Were there people like Wiesler in the Stasi? Some of its victims say not. However, von Donnersmarck and Ulrich Mühe persuade us of that possibility without suggesting such figures were common. But as it unwraps the complex layers of personal motivation, loyalty and betrayal far from being alienated from the characters we are drawn to them as we recognise in their responses to a controlling system echoes of our own possible responses in a similar situation where the individual is always subservient.







The Lives of Others subtly evokes a vindictive society that exists by turning citizens against each other in the interests of national unity and collective security. It serves as a major warning to us and our elected leaders about where overzealousness and a lack of respect for individuals and their liberties can lead.



The subtitle of the German Version “Sonate vom guten Menschen” – Sonata for a Good Man is both the title of the piece of piano music given to Dreymann by his great friend Jerska, a director who has lost his reason to live after being blacklisted and the title of the valedictory book published by Dreymann after German re-unification in honour of the Stasi agent Wiesler who makes a moral choice to help his target but not in time to prevent Christa-Maria Sieland running under a car and being killed distraught that she has betrayed her lover to the Stasi.







At Dreyman's 40th birthday party, Jerska gives Dreyman a gift of sheet music to a piece titled "Sonata for A Good Man" (German: Sonate vom guten Menschen). Shortly afterward, Jerska commits suicide; this finally spurs Dreyman into speaking out publicly against the regime. Dreyman arranges through friends with West Germany's weekly magazine Der Spiegel to anonymously publish an article on suicide rates in the GDR. While the GDR publishes detailed statistics on many things, it has not published any information on suicide rates since the 1970s, presumably because they are embarrassingly high.



After unification Dreymann publishes a novel "Sonata for A Good Man" (the name of the sonata given to him by Jerska shortly before Jerska's suicide). Wiesler sees the book advertised in a bookstore, and finds that it is dedicated "To HGW XX/7, (His Stasi Code Name) with gratitude". Wiesler had been consigned to the bowels of the Stasi HQ for his disloyalty and after unification has a rubbish job delivering newspapers. He goes to buy the book and, when asked if he wants it gift wrapped, he responds quietly with a double entendre, "No; it's for me..."



A powerful and thoughtful movie wonderfully acted, tersely directed and shot with an art direction of meticulous meanness and coldness.





Berlin - Checkpoint Charlie

Monday, September 8, 2008

Once



As the Celtic Sage has mentioned before British Cinemas are becoming a bit like British Pubs – No Go Areas for the Grown Ups of the land. The Pubs are full of one armed bandits, inane music played loudly, (normally through bad speakers to maximise the pain) and “Big Screen” sports just in case anybody with a mental age of 12+ is tempted to engage in the dying art of conversation. Their menus are based on pre-fab meals off the weekly delivery truck designed to be prepared by people who are not trained to cook. Perhaps it is these places Jamie Oliver had in mind when he said recently "We have lost our traditions," and that Britain's "poverty shows in the way they feed themselves." Basically, he says they do so by spending everything on technology and booze, rather than meals around the dinner table. At the cinema multiplexes there is an increasing diet of main stream popcorn movies and the more screens they have; conversely the less selection there appears to be in reality.

So I was delighted to catch the indie low budget Irish Movie “Once”, which is shot in Dublin, which has been featured at the Sundance Festival and won an Academy Award for Best Original Song. There is much of "fact follows fiction” about Once as the plot of Irish Songwriter meets naïve but talented Czech girl in Dublin and collaborate on writing / performing has been mimicked in the real world where the main actors Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglová have become an item and won an Oscar and Grammy for their music thereby echoing the tale in the movie.

The Movie tale is this; A Dublin busker falls for the naive charms of a Czech immigrant in John Carney and Glen Hansard's lyrical love story. Writer and director John Carney says he wanted to make a "visual album" with Once, and the result is an innovative piece of musical cinema. Casting musicians rather than actors in the main roles and telling the story for the most part with songs rather than dialogue, he ties film and music together to make something that looks and sounds nothing like a conventional musical.

Shot for only €130,000 ($160,000), the film has been very successful, earning substantial per-screen box office averages in the United States. It received extremely enthusiastic reviews and awards such as the 2007 Independent Spirit Award for best foreign film. Hansard and Irglová's song "Falling Slowly" received a 2007 Academy Award for Best Original Song and the soundtrack as a whole also received a Grammy nomination. Produced with a shoestring budget, about 75% of the budget was funded by Bord Scannán na hÉireann (The Irish Film Board), plus some of Carney's own money. The director gave his salary to the two stars, and promised a share of the back-end for everyone if the film was a success. Shot with a skeleton crew on a 17-day shoot, the filmmakers saved money by using natural light and shooting at friends' houses. The musical party scene was filmed in Hansard's own flat, with his personal friends playing the partygoers/musicians — his mother, Catherine Hansard, is briefly featured singing solo. The Dublin street scenes were done without permits and with a long lens so that many passers-by didn't even realize that a film was being made. The long lens also helped the non-professional actors relax and forget about the camera, and some of the dialogue ended up being improvised.


Killiney Hill overlooking Dublin Bay

Neither of the main characters were professional actors and they don’t even have names in the credits - Glen Hansard is listed as “Guy” and Marketa Irglová is listed as “Girl”. Glen Hansard is the lead singer of Irish rock group The Frames, and here he plays a Dublin busker with holes in his guitar and a sad song in his heart. When he meets a nameless Czech immigrant girl (Marketa Irglová) and befriends her, they begin to play music together and a tentative but tender relationship blossoms. Like the best works of art, John Carney’s Once is both melancholy and beautiful, a fragile poem that seems almost too delicate for the big screen. So modest it doesn’t even bother to name its characters, the movie nevertheless imparts a near-miraculous wealth of information in the position of a camera and the dressing of a set. Once is a rarity: a musical more concerned with music than costumes and a love story more interested in love than sex. At a time when most musicals rely primarily on bombast and big names, this tiny gem is an object lesson in how to do things right.

Any film that has two people breaking into song in a silent music shop requires the boundaries of realism to be stretched; Hansard and Irglová as the eccentric Czech girl carry it off with a captivating charm. There's a happy naivety to their acting that makes it clear they are not professionals, and the pair make a virtue of their obvious inexperience. For example, Hansard strums out a song on his guitar, which Irglová listens to once and the two promptly knock out a cracking duet. It's so effortlessly and naturally performed by both actors that it appears strangely unaffected, and is quite lovely to watch. Songs are written, a studio is found and a demo tape is made; but instead of being simply the backdrop to a love affair, the film’s music, at once ethereal and shattering, is also its point. Each protagonist is a catalyst for the other, and though you may think you’re watching a heart-on-its-sleeve romance, the truth is quite different and, like life, infinitely more complex. Some of the storyline is both amusing but at the same time incredulous, such as when she brings him a Hoover to repair which becomes an excuse for lunch which leads to them going back to his flat and playing music! And like all the greatest love stories, the movie is a story of unrequited loves, of might have beens, of roads not travelled for they turn away from each other, he to his “ex” who has moved to London, she to the father of her two year old child. Yet the lingering impression is that they have done the wrong thing for the right reasons that they have sublimated their instincts to a greater good. A bonus was seeing some of the Auld Town in the locations, Glen Hansard strolling up Fitzgibbon Street past the Garda Station, Sandymount, Killiney Hill Park and the hostel on Mountjoy Square not to mention Dunnes Stores in Grafton Street!

An unexpected hit at Sundance in 2007 (where it won the Audience Award for best drama), Once works by balancing the alluring charm of its bittersweet story with the scruffy realism of Dublin street life epitomised by the relationship between the street singer in his no hope “day job” repairing vacuum cleaners and the single mother immigrant living in a hostel with her mother and child and doing cleaning and selling flowers to scrape by. The songs - haunting melodies of agony tinged with a tentative hopefulness - pair perfectly with the film’s cobblestone streets and gloomy bed sits. Blasting the emotions the couple is too repressed to convey any other way, the music allows the actors to develop a natural affinity for their characters (aside from Hansard’s small role in The Commitments, neither has acted before). Irglová - just 17 at the time of filming and with limited English - found her role especially challenging, though her performance blends seamlessly into the film’s overall insistence on the charm of imperfection.


Grafton Street, Dublin.

But the occasional unreality of the plot pales beside the real life personal and musical journey of Hansard and Irglová, for while “Once” doesn’t have the edge of the Commitments life has mirrored fiction as the then 19 year old Marketa Irglová makes clear in her Oscar acceptance speech for Best Original Song for "Falling Slowly";

“Hi everyone. I just want to thank you so much. This is such a big deal, not only for us, but for all other independent musicians and artists that spend most of their time struggling, and this, the fact that we’re standing here tonight, the fact that we’re able to hold this, it’s just the proof that no matter how far out your dreams are, it’s possible. And, you know, fair play to those who dare to dream and don’t give up. And this song was written from a perspective of hope, and hope at the end of the day connects us all, no matter how different we are. And so thank you so much, who helped us along way. Thank you.”

By the end of 2007, this Irish indie budget movie shot “on the hoof” for $160,000 had grossed $14 million at the box office. Due to the stranglehold of the Great British multiplexes on distribution you will have to catch it at a DVD player near you soon.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

The Science of Sleep



At face value this movie looked promising as it is Michel Gondry’s first non-documentary film after 2004's Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. The writer/director applies his highly inventive cinematic vision to The Science of Sleep. The Science of Sleep, or La Science des rêves (literally The Science of Dreams), is a 2006 French film starring Gael García Bernal, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Miou-Miou and Alain Chabat. After Gondy's previous outing with Eternal Sunshine this promised a similar foray into the rich world of European Magic Realism and features the wonderful Charlotte Gainsbourg, the daughter of Gallic crooner Serge Gainsbourg and British singer/actress Jane Birkin. Further positives were the packaging which said it had been entered for the Sundance, Berlin and Seattle festivals but the fact it didn’t win any prizes should have caused concern!

Following the death of his father in Mexico, Stéphane Miroux, a shy insecure young man, agrees to come to Paris to draw closer to his widowed mother Christine. He lands a boring job at a calendar-making firm and falls in love with his charming neighbor Stéphanie. But conquering her is no bed of roses for the young man and the only solution he finds to put up with the difficulties he is going through is escape into a dream world...

Largely set in the very active subconscious mind of Stephane (Gael Garcia Bernal), the movie bounces back and forth between his vivid dreams and mundane real life, which involves living in a Parisian apartment owned by his mother (Miou-Miou) and working at an office with a strange crew of characters, including the crass Guy (Alain Chabat). When Stephane meets Stephanie, a shy neighbor from next door (played by Charlotte Gainsbourg), the two form an unusual friendship, one that may or may not lead to romance. Even more than Eternal Sunshine, The Science of Sleep is marked by Gondry's whimsical-yet-melancholy aesthetic (honed working on videos by Bjork, the White Stripes, and others), which makes heavy use of stop-motion animation and other playful visual tricks. While the former film was rooted in its American setting (Long Island, NY), Sleep is a thoroughly European affair steeped in its French setting, with the eccentric Stephane (a transplant from Mexico) alternating between speaking (and even dreaming) in English, French, and Spanish. Although its occasionally over-the-top quirkiness may baffle some viewers.


Like Eternal Sunshine, Science of Sleep is, at its centre, a simple love story between a confident woman and a shy, awkward man. And where Sunshine used the tool of memory erasure to unspool the tangle of a dying relationship, Science jiggers around in the dreams of lovelorn Stephane (Bernal) to chronicle the birth of one. The dream sequences, which essentially become the film as the line between Stephane’s real and imagined life blurs the more his feelings deepen, are both a great strength and a weakness. When they work they are hilarious, weirdly insightful and brilliantly barking — witness a jam session with the band dressed in animal costumes, or a getaway in a cardboard car — but every so often a clunky one meanders in aimlessly and sends the film blearily toddling its way into experimental artsy-fartsiness.

However the more the movie went on the more there was a feeling the director was being self indulgent and forgetting his audience in a contrived plot which relied on visual cleverness. The film is flawed, for a start the main character was totally irritating and hard to identify with. The story was childish and strained credibility with the viewer. The female lead, even with the wonderful Charlotte, was boring. The visuals were ugly paper-mache and added to the lack of audience identification. Sometimes artists take their visions too far and Gondry has done this here no doubt on the back of the commercial success of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It happens for everyone and I'm sure Gondry is a talented guy, and will impress me again, but this was too much to take.


It suffers occasionally from self-consciousness and over-indulgence in its own oddity, but Gondry’s grasp of emotion and visuals is enchanting. Even if he seems several sandwiches short of a picnic! When the weird kicks in: from the TV studio (in his head, with egg cartons), to massive-hand fights (see above), moveable buildings and people turning into wool, the visual invention is stunning. There just doesn’t seem to be much point to it.

I’m afraid for all its promise in script, direction and cast this is one to watch for curiosity and occasional flashes of brilliance. For all its promise it forgets the first rule of film making, “Always bring the audience with you!” It’s whimsical to the point of maddening. Bernal does his best, but there’s only so much fawning any man can get away with.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

A Very Long Engagement



There is a rule in life that the more choice you seem to have, the less choice you get in reality. Take going to the movies in the UK. Multi Screen cinemas abound but there are two main chains, Odeon and VUE, which are bounced around amongst Vulture Capitalists or Private Equity as it has been relabelled these days. They give them a cosmetic makeover and then merrily engage in the game of margin widening so a tub of popcorn or a “giant “coke (2 parts ice to one part coke) are £3.70 each. More importantly they are in thrall to the big name distributors so there is not just popcorn out the front but also on the screens as 2/3 of the screens are blocked off for “popcorn” movies aimed at the kids so us grown ups never get to see the grown up movies.

So it came to pass instead of spending £17.00 at my local Odeon I spent £3.00 at my local HMV to buy the DVD of "A Very Long Engagement" (“Un Long Dimanche de Fiançailles” in the original French) starring the wonderful Audrey Tautou, best known for her stunning performance in "Amélie". This movie also comes from the director of "Amélie" (Jean-Pierre Jeunet) and is a very different love story based on the acclaimed novel by Sebastien Japrisot. Already well-known in France for her work in Venus Beauty Institute, in 2001 Tautou rose to international fame for her entrancing performance as the eccentric Amélie in the romantic French comedy "Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain". With this movie she confirms that she is a truly outstanding actress playing a wonderfully convincing role as Mathilde a young French woman whose greatest fight begins as World War I draws to an end. She has received word that her fiancé Manech is one of five wounded soldiers who have been court-martialed and pushed out into the no-man's land between the French and German armies... an almost certain death. As in Amélie her role is of an outsider whose mind and emotions work in a different way to those around her but whose conviction and refusal to accept the conventional wisdom is eventually vindicated.


This film touches on two areas which interest me, the incredible personal heroism shown by individual soldiers in the Great War, particularly the Battle of the Somme, and the equally incredible indifference of the Top Brass to the horrendous loss of life and suffering caused. (http://daithaic.blogspot.com/2007/11/towards-somme-personal-journey.html ) Five desperate French soldiers during The Battle of the Somme shoot themselves, either by accident or with purpose, in order to be invalided back home. Having been "caught" a court-martial convenes and determines punishment to be banishment to No Man's Land with the objective of having the Germans finish them off. In the process of telling this tale each man's life is briefly explored along with their next of kin as Mathilde tries to determine the circumstances of her lover's death. This task is not made any easier for her due to a bout with polio as a child. Along the way she discovers the heights and depths of the human soul.

Unwilling to accept that her beloved Manech is lost to her forever; Mathilde embarks on an extraordinary journey to discover the fate of her lover. At each turn, she receives a different heartbreaking variation on how Manech must have spent those last days, those last moments. Still, she never gets discouraged. If Manech were dead, Mathilde would know. With a steadfast faith, strengthened by hope and a stubbornly cheerful disposition, Mathilde follows her investigation to its conclusion, convincing those who might help her and ignoring those who will not. As she draws closer to the truth about the five unfortunate soldiers and their brutal punishment, she is drawn deeper into the horrors of war and the indelible marks it leaves on those whose lives it has touched.

From the commander who wantonly and secretly destroys the men's pardon, to the amazing lengths one condemned man's friend goes to in an effort to save at least some of them. This movie operates at many levels as a love story, a mystery, and a testament to brutality of "The War to End All Wars" and most particularly the men, women, and children affected by this dark and disturbing time in world history. Technically the cinematography (by Bruno Delbonnel) is amazing. Many scenes will have you asking how was that shot. The use of colour, the score, and the authenticity of the costume, the portrayal by the actors, the effects, and the story itself all combined to make a delightful feast of sound and vision. Look for a long cameo by Jodie Foster.

The film is set in France near the end of World War I in the deadly trenches of the Somme, in the gilded Parisian halls of power, and in the modest home of an indomitable provincial girl. It tells the story of this young woman's relentless, moving and sometimes comic search for her fiancé, who has disappeared. What follows is an investigation into the arbitrary nature of secrecy, the absurdity of war, and the enduring passion, intuition and tenacity of the human heart.


It is a triumph, thought provoking and a paean to cinematic craftsmanship and the androgynous talented improbability which is the great actress Audrey Tautou who brings us deeply into the recesses of the human condition. Bravo Audrey and Director, Jean-Pierre Jeunet, who have given us a wonderful movie. Not since Stanley Kubrick's haunting "Paths of Glory" (1957) has the absurdity of war and the tremendous cost of each and every life lost been so compellingly portrayed. Appropriately, such an epic theme deserves epic treatment. What makes "A Very Long Engagement" so effective and so engaging is that Jeunet's stylish blend of visual mastery and emotional intimacy combine to not only deliver an extremely visceral anti–war film, but an intricate, unforgettable, heartfelt love story as well. Get it on DVD for; unfortunately, it probably won’t be coming to a cinema near you anytime soon!

"Un Long Dimanche De Fianςailles": C'est un film exceptionnel. Vous devez le voir.