Monday, May 05, 2025

Microfilms: Jacques Rivette

From September 1985 to July 1990, Serge Daney hosted a weekly radio show called Microfilms. Ted Fendt just gifted this blog the translated transcription of the two episodes with Jacques Rivette recorded in 1989 for the release of La bande de quatre (you can listen to them here: 1 and 2). A fascinating discussion.


Microfilms: Jacques Rivette 

Part 1 / March 5, 1989

 

SD: Microfilms, good evening! After countless adventures, Rivettian in themselves, the meeting at the summit with Jacques Rivette is now taking place. This is especially nice since people are going to see the film in question, La bande des quatre. And we are really glad that a film that started off modestly gained in its second and then its third week. Which proves that it really is a movie. 

 

JR: It’s a two hour, forty-minute film released in four small theaters, with only three screenings a day.

 

SD: So, these are the very concrete details. So, I’ve decided with Jacques Rivette – who already visited Microfilms once to talk about Hurlevent – to do two episodes. The second will be broadcast next week. The second will be free form. We’ll talk about movies as such, as we experience them, as we want to talk about them. The first will of course be dedicated to the film in theaters, which is in my opinion Jacques Rivette’s best film since Le pont du nord, which is a film that I liked a lot. Then I had some reservations about the following two.

            I think this one kind of brings us up to date and I’ll say a bit of why as we go along. It’s a kind of very, very rigorous return to square one. And the fact that people are interested in it is a real treat. Jacques, thanks for finally coming to Microfilms, because we aren’t going to tell the story of our missed encounter, though it is itself very, very Rivettian.

            Now that the film is already in theaters and has its own life, I’ll start with a perhaps slightly unusual question for you, which is: how do you live with the fact that people are interested in it? You make films in a very personal manner in your own corner, etc. You’ve never bribed or seduced audiences, who have only encountered you a little through misunderstanding or chance. That doesn’t stop one from working. But something clicked here. 

I should add that it is the story of four young women in a theater class and who are both mixed up in a vaguely criminal story and are learning about theater and life. For the moment, we can’t say more. It’s a universal subject. And at the same time, I’d say, seeing a few films at random at the moment, good and bad, nevertheless the topic of learning about life through theater keeps returning. Are you aware of this in your own films and other people’s?

 

JR: I’m aware of the fact that there are many films coming out right now that are about learning. There are others about learning about music, for example, Coup sur coup, which have been released. Le maître de musique was released two weeks ago and the film by Schlesinger with Shirley MacLaine, which comes out this week.

 

SD: We could add Miéville’s film.

 

JR: Miéville’s film, which in my opinion is infinitely better than Le maître de musique both as a film and in general. First of all, because it was shot with direct sound. And then because it’s a real singer singing in front of a real professor. So, a magnificent film whereas Le maître de musique is a nice subject that, in my opinion, remained television, that did not become cinema.

 

SD: So, there is learning and there is theater. 

 

JR: And I haven’t seen the film with Shirley MacLaine yet, which it seems is cliched, but which I’m going to go see because I like Shirley MacLaine and I want to see her as a pianist. Even if she sometimes hits the wrong keys.

 

SD: Do you see anything collective here? With you in sync with it? 

 

JR: I’ve been thinking about this subject for a long time. It may have come after Le pont du nord. I can’t remember if it was before or after Le pont du nord. That was also a film about two generations with Bulle and Pascale Ogier. The initial idea for Le pont du nord used the principle of the western: an experienced character and a tenderfoot. And with Bulle and Pascale, we really spent a while looking at how we would concretize – in Paris and in a contemporary manner in France; Parisian because as we were poor the film had to remain Parisian – this principle of the western, the older one and the younger one, the experienced one and the inexperienced one, etc.

            I don’t know. Maybe that is what unconsciously led me afterwards to think back to the old film by Allégret and Jeanson, Entrée des artistes, which, let’s admit it, isn’t great. There is Jouvet who looks the part and who always looks the part, even if the sequences that I re-watched – all I re-watched were the sequences of Jouvet’s conservatory class – it’s a shame that this was the only thing recorded of Jouvet giving his class at the conservatory, because it is really a caricature of Jouvet’s real course, which we know of through the two fantastic books published by Gallimard and the equally fantastic play by Brigitte Jacques, Elvire Jouvet 40.

            So, it was just an idea we had in our heads for a few years. Very quickly, I’d thought of an actress and not an actor for the professor character. Very quickly, I thought of Jeanne Moreau to play this experienced and prestigious actress giving classes to young students. I thought of Jeanne so quickly because I had had a project ten years earlier, in ’72 or ’73, called Phénix – that was the working title – which was a film that we tried to do for over a year with Jeanne and which we could not do because the film was... Well, it was with Jeanne, Juliette Berto, Michael Lonsdale, and Pierre Clémenti. The lead roles were especially focused on the relationship between Jeanne and Juliette. And that film couldn’t be made for purely financial reasons. It was a costume film based on the myth of Sarah Bernhardt. Not on the reality of Sarah Bernhardt, but on the myth of Sarah Bernhardt, which we mixed with Phantom of the Opera. It was pretty funny, but it was a costume film set in 1895 and we would have needed to build a set. The rest could be filmed between the backstage of the Opéra Comique, the Odéon... We could cut them together. But there was still a main set that needed to be built, which was supposed to be the actress’s apartment built within the theater. The way Sarah Bernhardt had her real apartment in the old, real Sarah Bernhardt Theater, which was unfortunately torn down later. They kept the facade and did something else with the interior. An absolute abomination, but moving on...

            In short, we didn’t manage to find the budget because it was a film that would have cost 4 million in ’73. And we’d found one million between the “avance sur recettes” and a co-production with TF1. It wasn’t called TF1 back then, but Channel One. Even combining everything, it wasn’t enough. So, that was that. We abandoned the project. That’s when I said to Jeanne... We were both very sad, but we parted ways saying we’d try to find another project later. And the next day I called Juliette to say, “Well, we can’t do the film, but we’re going to try to do another very poor one and let’s try to figure out an idea quickly to shoot something this summer.” That’s how, two months later, we did Céline and Julie. After Le pont du nord, in ’81, ’82, I worked with Suzanne Schiffman and Marilù Parolini, meeting each weekend, every Saturday afternoon at Suzanne’s place, and I had two ideas at once. That’s always a bad sign. The idea of the theater professor with Jeanne and another idea for another actress, which was supposed to take place in New York. And the other actress agreed to the idea, but I dropped it very fast because I quickly realized that in making a film about a French woman lost in New York, I would have fallen into cliches because I was lost myself after fifteen minutes. We had the first fifteen minutes, which were funny, and after that we fell completely into cliches. In any case, that was my feeling. So, I abandoned that and I also abandoned the theater professor project with Jeanne, because we had gone in a different, very dramatic, very melodramatic direction. We were headed in a direction that I didn’t like. Especially after Le pont du nord, making a very dramatic, very morbid – frankly a morbid – film would not have pleased me and that’s when I decided I needed to try making a comedy. I thought of Jeanne again, with whom I had wanted to make a film for a long time. Then Jeanne and Géraldine, and we moved on to the project of L’amour par terre – almost a backlash against Le pont du nordand this project. Time passed, L’amour par terre led for reasons we won’t go into now to the project of Hurlevent. That may sound strange, but that’s how it is. 

And the fact of making Hurlevent, which was done fast, with issues during and at the end of production, but the project itself got started pretty fast... And for Hurlevent, I did what I had never done before. It was the starting idea of Hurlevent, and in fact the principle idea, what interested me, was to do it against what Wyler and Buñuel had done before me. Well, I don’t put Wyler’s film and Buñuel’s film on the same level, but that goes without saying. Once again, it was not an adaptation, but a transposition of Emily Brontë’s book into another era, another framework, doing it with actors who were around the same age as the characters in Emily Brontë’s novel. I mean, not quite as young since when Catherine – the first Catherine – dies in Brontë, she’s 19. And Heathcliff is one year older than her. But still, I looked for very young actors and actresses, 19, 20 years old, for the lead roles. 

And I did find them, because Alice de Poncheville, who plays Isabel... A very important role, completely missing in the other versions as far as I remember. It was also the idea of keeping the characters who are not secondary very important. I mean Catherine’s brother, Edgar’s sister, an essential character in Emily Brontë story, which is in fact a polyphonic story. In no way is it a story where the Catherine/Heathcliff love story is the arc. It’s a novel that is itself very polyphonic and that takes places over thirty years and even more, forty years, two generations, etc. We didn’t keep everything, but I wanted to keep the fact that there are six or seven important characters, including Catherine and Heathcliff, re-named Roch.

In fact, Alice de Poncheville – who, at the time, had not shot anything at all, she was only 15 years old when we shot the film – was the same age as Isabella at the beginning of Emily Brontë’s story. And Fabienne and Lucas, with three or two years more than the real characters. But, in short, Isabella is 21, 22 years old at most.

I had made a number of videos, which I had never in my life done and it made me want to dive back into the project with the young actresses and young actors. So, when we had gotten over the difficulties with Hurlevent, with that film’s failure – because it was a major failure, though I don’t disown it, even if I consider it far from successful. But it has things in it that I’m happy to have done. The film overall? I can’t judge it. 

With Pascal Bonitzer, I dived back into this project. And we found another solution to tell the story so that it would be a story about a neighboring concept, but still less morbid, etc. We developed a story, we worked on it for more than a year. When I saw that it was starting to take shape, I talked to Jeanne about it, who agreed to do it.

We saw each other several times, not that often. I kept Jeanne up to date on the evolution of the project and what we had decided on. We were set to shoot on a certain date, in April 1987 to be very precise. And then there were financial reasons that made things difficult in April. In short, budget issues. Jeanne herself had just shot another film in Brittany with lots of problems. She was completely in the success of Zerline, the reprisal of Zerline and everything. She asked for us to delay three months. I wasn’t so happy about delaying three months, but the producers and Jeanne agreed, saying it would be better in three months. I said, “Okay, let’s do it in three months.”

And in those three months, Jeanne vanished into thin air. She really vanished into thin air. I had no news from her. Her agent called up Martine [Marignac] one day to say she was not going to do the film. No explanation. That’s how we found out. I don’t know. This made it so there was no reason to ask for an explanation. Anyway, let’s move on.

After briefly hesitating, after offering the role to a single actress who would have pushed everything back... But in fact, when I offered it to her, I knew in advance that she wouldn't do it because she is very different. It was Hanna Schygulla. I knew in advance she would refuse for a very simple reason, she told me right away herself. A film that was supposed to be about an actress teaching her students Racine, Marivaux, Corneille, etc. was very distant from her. And even if it had been a film in German by a young German director with, instead of Marivaux and Racine, Schiller and Kleist and, I don’t know, Goethe, etc., she would have turned it down because she herself had never done that when she had met Fassbinder. In fact, she met Fassbinder in the restaurant where he, Schmidt and the whole gang met, she was also in the restaurant, etc. And that’s how she got cast in the first plays in the back of the restaurant. And later, there was a period when Fassbinder told her, “Maybe we’ll send you to a class.” And then she found herself learning [Kleist’s] Penthesilea and she fled. And she said, “Now I’d be interested in working on those ideas,” which she is doing, but...

It was very nice, I spent three days with Hanna Schygulla in Budapest while she was shooting a film with Mastroianni. It was very nice and I understood her reasons right away. In fact, I had anticipated them in advance, saying it was okay. Hanna Schygulla’s refusal was a good way to put a stop to the project, clearly and definitively. We won’t try to find a sub-Jeanne Moreau because, ultimately, that doesn’t exist. I’d already thought of this film for Jeanne vaguely for several years and concretely for more than a year.

On the other hand, what happened is that while we were quite far along in planning the film, we decided to delay ten days before shooting. That was very hard. The whole crew was hired and everyone was ready. It was a decision I really tried to resist as much as I could. I couldn’t because I wasn’t alone. Everyone was hired, including the young actresses for the class, and the young actresses either with important roles, secondary roles, or less important ones. 

Okay, it was the same idea as for La bande des quatre. I don’t know how many my assistant saw, she went to lots of classes. She saw 300 or 500. I saw 150 in Martine’s office and I made videos of most of them. I must have made 80 videos, some of which were very short. I told all of them to stand in front of the camera – all the ones who seemed interesting, nice, curious to me. I don’t know, I wasn’t going to waste time talking in the office with them. I said, “Come in front of the video camera,” taking a short tirade by Racine and a short tirade by Musset. I already knew that the play being rehearsed would be La double inconstance. But there are no tirades in Marivaux, or very few. In fact, there are some in other plays by Marivaux, for instance, the gigantic tirade in scene one of Prince travesti, which I know now because we’ve been working on it for the past four months among ourselves, to stage it too, we’re not sure when. But there are none in La double inconstance.

So, I said Racine and Musset. Well, with some of the actresses who came, after the Racine, sometimes I said it’s not even worth bothering with the Musset. Sometimes I did both. And then I’d say, “Okay, thank you, miss.” And then to others who were very interesting, “Take a seat.” I started talking to them about the five or six roles in the film. Well, the roles that at the time were the lead role with regards to Jeanne and the secondary roles, a bit cliched, around her and who spoke with her. And that’s how I met the ones who seemed most interesting to me and three months later when Jeanne moved into another space, another time, another universe, we met again. 

But still, there was some money from the “avance sur recettes,” a bit actually. A bit more money from La Sept, who joined as co-producer. It was stupid. And on the other hand, there was this film project that I’d had for years, a film about a theater class. And above all, it was the ten or fifteen women I’d chosen for the former project. I wanted to begin again with four or five, the four or five who... There had been six or seven, but I knew one would be unavailable at the time. I asked my assistant, “Find out which ones will be available in October.” She told me this one we really liked will be involved in a big project, so we didn’t even have her because of the big project, but the others were available, and we met.

I did what I usually do in these cases. I called them up. We said, “Let’s get together.” Inês [de Medeiros], who was in Lisbon, came back to Paris for a week, and we met for a week in Martine’s office or at Pascal’s to start looking for the main idea, the characters and everything. “You’re each going to make your character.”

 

SD: What you haven’t said is how Bulle Ogier got Jeanne Moreau’s role.

 

JR: That happened very late! The decision I made at that moment – the first scenario focused entirely on the character of the prestigious and experienced actress who gives classes. The film took place almost entirely in two spaces. On the one hand, the little theater where she gives her classes and on the other, the apartment upstairs where she lives. The first decision that was made, obviously, was never to go into that apartment upstairs, to see the actress only in the classroom space, in the theater where she gives her lessons. And to the contrary, that the second interior set would be the apartment where – very quickly, I wanted it to be, instead of an apartment in Paris, a house in the suburbs – four or five of them live.

            I started with the young women and I waited a rather long time before asking myself who would be the professor. I hesitated between two or three actresses – all actresses with whom I’d already filmed, moreover. And in the end, since I was asking an actress with whom I’d already filmed, I wanted it to be Bulle, for it to be our sixth film. 

 

SD: I like the “since I was...,” because there is still a kind of objective logic that winds up coming to light. The fact that you chose again...

 

JR: I knew that Bulle would be very reticent. She was very reticent and I was obliged to see her several times to convince her. And she showed up on set in a great panic, very afraid. Bulle is someone who is always very worried, very anxious, but she shows it more or less. Here, the panic and anxiety were more than shown. They were on display. But it was good because it forced us to give her a completely ready-to-use character, if I dare say, about which we had of course spoken beforehand. She shared her ideas with us about what she liked and what she didn’t like about what we were going to do with Constance. We didn’t give her dialogue on the first day of shooting that didn’t correspond to anything. It corresponded to what we had discussed with Pascal and Christine during the few weeks prior to shooting.

Christine Laurent, that is. I wanted her to join Pascal [Bonitzer] and I because at one point the role of theater became very important and at the point when we decided to make a film about young women among themselves, it seemed essential in order to avoid the major mistakes we ran the risk of making... A feminine viewpoint on the matter. And moreover, that it be Christine, who is very familiar with theater because she has worked in costume and set departments, etc. With lots of theater directors – all of them, be it Chéreau or Vincent...

 

SD: It is possible, obviously, to lament the film that you could have made with Jeanne Moreau because that would have been...

 

JR: It’s another film, another film.

 

SD: And at the same time, re-casting Bulle Ogier – who you’ve filmed with since L’amour fou, unforgettable and already rather old – in fact, you were dealing with a new Bulle Ogier because things have happened, because, as you said, she was afraid. And secondly – and I think it’s one of the film’s great qualities – Bulle Ogier, for the first time in my opinion, plays the role of a woman her own age who is a generation older than the young women and who performs it with a violence at once frightened and terrifying. Both at once: she is afraid and she frightens. Very impressive. And finally, taking one of the pieces of your usual game – because Bulle Ogier is part of your usual universe – you discover a new Bulle Ogier, you discover her and allow her to discover herself too, and she has an absolutely impressive role. She isn’t the only person in the film, but she is one of the film’s absolute poles.

 

JR: And the fact is that, in terms of the film’s length, Bulle’s role is not long. This is very important because, first, I think that each of her scenes is very strong. 

 

SD: It’s true. We have to say it!

 

JR: I’m far from being the only one responsible. To the contrary! And it’s above all a character who is spoken about throughout the film, but in fact when we talk about her, when we say Constance Dumas this, Constance Dumas that, I think that was essential for the story. It corresponds to someone and she fits the legend. 

            It’s the sixth film I’ve made with Bulle and, nonetheless, I think that the six characters we’ve created in the six films are all different. Perhaps this one marked her more by the role of Constance Dumas than others, but whether it was OutCélineDuelleLe pont du nord, or this one, and of course in L’amour fou, these six very different characters – well, each time we used different hair styles, costumes, even very different manners of speaking, of language... And already in Le pont du nord, it was a character as marked by her real age as Constance Dumas, but still, voluntarily... Moreover – because this was the principle of the shoot – it was the only time in all the films I’ve made with her – I even think of all the films Bulle has made – where she had no make-up or hair stylist, wigs or hairpieces added to her real hair. Because since we were shooting outside in the wind and possibly in rain... It didn’t rain, but we didn’t know in advance. We did have a lot of wind, however. So, she was in sunlight the whole time and rigorously without make-up. City make-up. 

 

SD: What I wanted to say was that... To back up a little... The New Wave filmmakers were always lumped together with the idea of youth. Youth in comparison to disgusting old age in the 1950s. But of course, 30 years later, they themselves are older and there’s something extraordinarily...

 

JR: Sorry, just to make a small parenthetical: I’ll point out that among the New Wave filmmakers was Franju, who was far from a young man.

 

SD: That wasn’t really the New Wave. You’re exaggerating. He was kind of an uncle, a pioneer.

 

JR: Yes, yes.

 

SD: And besides, he was wasn’t interested in actors. So it wasn’t at all the problem that Truffaut, Godard, you, or Rohmer dealt with. Not only did you start, rather logically, telling stories about young people, but over the years, even if you have all grown older – and this is shared by all for of you, even if Truffaut is dead – you’ve remained interested in young people. Now, there’s a moment when something is unavoidable, which is that you have to include people in your stories to whom you feel closer since you’ve aged. So those are older people. What really strikes me is that for the four, or rather the three surviving ones, there’s a real reluctance, a real fear, I think, of filming older people or people who are older than the others. And I thought... It’s very personal but we’re talking openly here... It bothered me in Hurlevent, it bothered me in L’amour par terre where there was a moment when it was no longer possible to continue celebrating in the film a generation, whether it was 20-year-olds, 30-year-olds, 40-year-olds. And that it was necessary – you who are a major Renoirian, as you know – to tie back into something which was the strength of classical cinema, which was to put three generations in one story, something filmmakers today have a lot of trouble doing.

            And one reason I like La bande des quatre is that for the first time, there is a woman with an important role, who gives these theater classes, who is her own age, over 40 and who is very impressive, who is frightening in any case, who has a kind of charisma over these young lodgers. 

There is also a man about whom we’ll talk later, Benoît Regent, a man who is a great character.

And I think that for the first time in a long time in what you do in the movies, there is the consideration, I’d say – to be a bit vulgar and provocative – of biology. That is to say, the passage of time. And in my opinion, the film’s strength and perhaps one of the reasons audiences like it more than your previous films is that people can recognize themselves or situate themselves in it. People can find themselves as individuals in a story where there is obviously twenty years of age difference. And La bande des quatre no longer draws its most beautiful effects from companionship, sympathetic camaraderie, leftist gangs, theater gangs, which today is obviously no longer as clear as before.

That’s not a question, but don’t you think that you resolved something that you ultimately needed to pass through? To say to yourself: a man and a woman. Two adults, five young people, and some others. And then, reality, social issues, terrorism, politics, which you’ve always kept up on. But let’s say, taking a close look, is there not a kind of putting things right?

 

JR: Yes, no doubt. But I mean, it’s not as if I woke up one day...

 

SD: Of course!

 

JR: But it’s true that... I agree with you about the somewhat artificial side of L’amour par terre. It was about artifice in every sense, in mirrors, the face to face. In any case, I’d be happy if someday they showed the real version of L’amour par terre, which was three hours long – in fact, the version that was released is two hours long – that would give a different sense of the whole thing. It’s a film that is less systematic in the three-hour version. But that doesn’t change what you’re talking about because there is indeed a somewhat younger character who plays an important role in the three-hour version, but that we didn’t quite manage... Okay, it’s true that it was a film based entirely around artifice, from start to finish. It was almost, I wouldn’t say the subject, but in any case...

 

SD: Oh yes, it was the film’s subject.

 

JR: Yes. And what interested me in Hurlevent was –

 

SD: Everyone’s very young.

 

JR: Very young. In so far as we only kept the first third of Emily Brontë’s novel. Not that the second part is not very beautiful, but then we would have had to plan on a six-hour long film. That wasn’t financially possible. It would have caused problems. Problems, moreover, that are almost always impossible to solve. How do you show a person first at twenty and then at forty without awful make-up or using a different actor who doesn’t quite look like the first one? Things like that. We had that problem with the character of Heathcliff/Roch, who is the main character after all. Not with the others. They die or we see less of them. Well, no, Edgar is in both parts and also ages. So, the very principle of Hurleventwas to try to be faithful to this aspect of Emily Brontë’s novel. 

            Here I felt like I was reconnecting, as I said earlier, with the principle... Approached in a different way, of course, in a more systematic, more concrete, more everyday manner, but still within an extremely limited context. Since you could say that the theater course is a microsociety. We tried to make it a metaphor for society at large. And by the way, that’s why in the theater course... Since in the meantime what had made me want to go back into this project was seeing the play by Brigitte Jacques Elvire Jouvet 40. Not that we were trying for one second in our film to do a sub-Elvire Jouvet 40. So as soon as I started talking with Pascal and Christine, we said we would skip over the technical side of theater, because we’re not going to do a sub-Jouvet. That wouldn’t be realistic. The only slightly technical, theatrical moment, if I dare say, when we did a gag on purpose was the gaze scene. And for the rest, we said, in what we see of the class, Constance Dumas will only talk to her students about moral issues. To tell them three or four very simple, very precise things. Very useful things, moreover, not for doing an audition six months later in front of a director, but instead for leading the real life of an actress for thirty or forty years, that is, how to live your life with the theater and what that represents. Three or four things that I believe are true for having, in effect, the life of an actress. But since these are very general things, I think they can also – and this is also what interested me about these three or four maxims, practically speaking, since they are almost Cornelian or in any case classical maxims – reverberate in the lives of people who have very different private lives, who work in an office or who sell shoes or I don’t know what. I don’t think there are a million formulas. There are a few. I’m not saying Constance says everything about life or how to live and how to survive. But she says two or three things, like Jean-Luc said. Two or three things that are good to know. 

 

SD: Now, I have a theory about the film... It’s not really a theory, it’s that there are two things in this film that are beautiful. First, in its concrete duration, viewers see the film as it unfolds, one is never being totally taken in and, at the same time, one cannot not want to see the next sequence. So, it’s a film whose subject is curiosity. They say that’s a nasty flaw... To the contrary, it is the very basis of any intellectual process. So, we watch the film to the end, sensing along the way that there will be no final word. 

 

JR: There is!     

 

SD: Sure, but it is very emblematic, let’s say. 

 

JR: It’s not new. It’s also one of the basic formulas. We didn’t invent it, it’s “the show must go on.”

 

SD: Right. We didn’t invent it, neither did Cecil B. DeMille nor Renoir. It was invented before us. Secondly, there is something I think is great. It is still part of what I would call your film’s “topo-biology.” We talked a bit about the young actresses, we talked a bit about Constance. There is another character in the film who is an absolute success, who is played by Benoît Régent. I won’t say which role he plays because he has such a first name – well, I think it’s Thomas...

 

JR: The real name is Thomas. In any case, it’s the one he has on the police ID card he shows to Joyce. But since he tells us before that he is very good with fake IDs, we may think that this police ID is also fake.  

 

SD: If there is a cliché about you and the films you make, it is “cinema and theater.” Well, sure, I know you like theater a lot and that you’re mad about movies, but I think it’s more complicated than that. That is, in the film, there is someone who doesn’t just represent theater, but who incarnates theater. That’s the woman. What characterizes theater? Contrary to what one might believe, it is not really a space of performance and a space of doubles and a space of masks. It’s absolute seriousness, it’s morality. And then there is another space, which is the space belonging to cinema, on the other side of the barrier, which is represented by Benoît Régent, who plays all the tricks of cinema. That is to say, he is metamorphic, he changes identities. He is a seducer, but not a very phallic character. He is both strong and weak. He ends up receiving terrible blows. And he is the cinema from the masculine side, colliding with theater as a force of total resistance, emblematized by Bulle Ogier. And in the middle are the young women, who hesitate between cinema and theater. What’s beautiful in the film is that hesitation is the only truth. That is, there is no more truth on one side or the other. There is no scene between Benoît Régent and Bulle Ogier. There are simply these women who hesitate since they are successively seduced, restricted, solicited, etc. by this guy who is a real chameleon. And I thought it was a wonderful way of saying: theater, cinema, okay, but after all, Welles said cinema’s only subject is theater. So, it isn’t an entirely new idea. But under what conditions today, in 1989? I, Jacques Rivette, am telling a story with two poles, two adults – and you don’t really like adults, you tend to flee from them – responsible adults. One performs her profession, the other plays with his profession, and the young women hesitate between them. And I found that this kind of topology completely works. I don’t know if you can recognize yourself in what I’m saying, that is, cinema is a performance in a ludic sense and theater is really serious. 

 

JR: I can only agree with your summary of the film, because it was in fact the basic framework. When I talk about a film, it’s known that I don’t write a scenario. For the past twenty years or even longer, since L’amour fou, I’m horrified by what they typically call the scenario. In fact, what the Americans call more precisely the “screenplay.” To the contrary, I am very much a partisan of the scenario, but in the commedia dell’arte sense. That is, a list, a catalogue, an enumeration of scenes, which have to take place in their logical order. That’s what I try to have at the start of a film. Even for Out, which is the most improvised of all my films, the one that used savage improv, we had this framework at the start, that is, the list of sequences to shoot. We didn’t quite know the order we would put them in later.

            Therefore, at the beginning of a film, I know that I can head into production, rightly or wrongly, when I have this framework. On the one hand, the list of sequences, but also a kind of mental outline. And in this case, the mental outline was the two poles that never met, because the one is positive and the other is negative. We don’t know which, each of them has positive and negative sides, there’s an exchange of electricity. 

 

SD: It’s a magnetic field.    

 

JR: It’s a magnetic field and, to re-use a Bazinian metaphor, between the two come the five lead women, especially the four, because Nathalie/Cécile is outside Thomas’ game. She is what is at stake. And the others are those famous iron filings that are in the field. Because the metaphor of the magnetic fields is one of the metaphors that Bazin used the most and always quite correctly. In effect, cinema functions via magnetic fields. I think that when we make films, what we try to have at the start... Yes, the metaphor works because a film is electricity, too.

 

SD: I think we need to end this first episode with Jacques Rivette on this admirable line. There are magnetic fields. A film is electricity, too. 

 

JR: Too!

 

SD: Comma, too. I think we’ll talk about that again next week, because we are really starting to talk about cinema now. Thank you, Jacques Rivette. See you next week.

 

Part 2 / March 12, 1989

 

SD: Microfilms, good evening! As promised, the sequel to our conversation with Jacques Rivette. We started with La bande des quatre and we arrived at rather interesting things on theater, which continues eternally, and the generations it passes by. I’d like to ask you a question, Jacques, which is, among the members of the New Wave, you are, to my knowledge, the first one to say “yes” to theater. In general, it’s an aesthetic movement that comes as much from Bresson as from Renoir. And I think Bresson’s influence was more immediate than Renoir’s influence. But you did make a film about Renoir and you were the first one, with La religieuse, to move to the stage. So, theater has always excited you. At the same time, I think the word “theater” is too general. Theater is also Visconti, Oliveira, Bergman, Renoir, and Rivette.

            What I think is that you’re very interested in that which in theater is transformation, that is to say, theatricality, that is, someone who is learning and not so much the final performance. Not so much the backstage either, with all its gossip. It’s not at all, “Look how someone confuses life with the stage or theater with the city.” It’s much flatter, in the good sense of the term. That is, it’s a profession. And what really strikes me is that in all your films, when there is theater, it is a major French classic. We’ve never seen people in your films rehearsing Brecht or Strindberg or Harold Pinter. Is that a deliberate and conscious decision? That when it comes down to it, theater is the classics?

 

JR: When it comes down to it, I don’t know if theater is the classics even if, deep down, I tend to think so. If I’ve always used a classic, it is for two very simple reasons. First, it’s to avoid annoying rights issues with the inheritors of Pirandello or Claudel, to name two 20th century authors, both major playwrights. In Out, it’s Aeschylus and of course very transposed. On the one hand because Lonsdale rehearsed and really worked on it, using Prometheus Bound as a pretext, and on the other hand, Michel Moretti and his troupe used Seven Against Thebes. And for L’amour fou it was Andromaque and in La bande des quatre it’s La double inconstance. I used these plays because they are very well-known. Andromaque more so than La double inconstanceLa double inconstance is still one of the two or three best known Marivaux. This way we could show excerpts taken from here and there without worrying too much about or feeling like we needed to tell the audience the whole plot. I thought 99% of people who would want to see L’amour fou would already know Andromaque, not by heart, but the idea of Andromaque: Orestes who loves Hermione who loves Pyrrhus who loves Andromaque who loves Hector who is dead. Everyone knows that. You learn it in high school and forget the rest. That’s not quite the case for La double inconstance. It’s not a play you can sum up in one line. But we were still able to take... We mainly took lines from the first and last acts, the start and the end of the play, without feeling like we needed to tell the story of La double inconstance, which is unrelated – unlike what some critics may think – to the rest of the plot. Just as we chose Andromaque without looking for a connection to the plot of L’amour fou, with what happens between Bulle Ogier and Jean-Pierre Kalfon’s characters. And in the editing, it turned out there were plenty of connections and we spent all our time while editing, well part of our time while editing, trying to remove the connections between the rehearsals for Andromaque and the actual plot of L’amour fou.

            That doesn’t really answer your question. I don’t go to theater often enough to be able to say much about what is going on nowadays. I went often in the 1960s. Not so often, but still I went a lot. I wanted to see what was happening. Then it became so hard to see plays. The turning point in my life was when [Giorgio] Strehler staged [Carlo] Goldoni’s Holiday Trilogy at the Odéon. I had seen quite a few performances staged by Strehler at the Théâtre des Nations. Anyway, I think it was his first theater piece in France with French actors. I went one morning to get a place in line at the Odéon. When I arrived, it was the beginning and everything was already sold out and I said, “Okay, if that’s how it is now, I’m through with it. I’m not going anymore.” Because even before a theater piece has begun, all the performances need to be sold out. It’s like with dance. There’s a Parisian phenomena, which started to increase back then and which is that everyone wants to see the same thing and yet there is nobody to see all the rest.

            Same for films but it plays a huge role in theater. Now, for the past five years everyone races to Pina Bausch, for example, in dance, or [Merce] Cunningham. Twenty-five years ago, I saw Cunningham’s first performances in Paris with people walking out in the middle. Nowadays with Cunningham, if you don’t reserve tickets three months in advance, you won’t see it. In those cases, I don’t go anymore. I don’t want to. I’m not going to stand in line at five in the morning. I’m too old, unfortunately, to have the courage to do that. And if I’m not sent an invitation, too bad. I don’t go. I go see something else. I go to the movies. That remains something human, unlike theater.

            One of the things I hate about theater is this idea of privilege. There’s an idea of privilege in theater in regards to the audience. Especially when it’s a performance at the Comédie Française, at the opera, even more so when it’s a tour by Cunnigham, Pina Bausch, or Strehler, who come to give a certain number of performances. There are ten or fifteen but no more. You have to have seen it and if not you’re a country bumpkin. In those cases, I’m a country bumpkin. 

            I really prefer to see an unknown film that is released the same week by a French director making his first film or by a Chilian or Venezuelan or Patagonian director that we don’t know. Nine out of ten times I’m disappointed or it isn’t a revelation, but that interests me more. After all, I’m a filmmaker.

            These days I go to the theater when – I’ve gotten very lazy – it’s people I know who staged it or are acting in it and send a card.

 

SD: But, for example, when a filmmaker like you – who, after all, is a filmmaker, as you say – goes to the theater, is it to look at the theatrical staging? Because there are commonalities with cinema. Or to see the actors?

 

JR: No, I go for the play. Then for the actors and then for the staging. I mean, it’s a whole. I hate arrogant staging in theater. That’s also why, very often, I’m not so happy with what I’ve seen the past fifteen years. It’s why I want to go less and less. Because these days there is first of all the staging, then there are the sets. Or there are the sets first of all and then the staging. Then there is the lighting. Just read the articles and reviews in Le monde or Libération or anywhere and even the invitations you receive. Nowadays you receive invitations where the entire crew is mentioned. Three days ago, I received the invitation to see the play L’imposture, directed by Brigitte Jacques, adapted by Pascal Bonitzer from Bernanos’ novel. I’ll go see it. Everyone is on the invitation card but not a single actor is mentioned. You wouldn’t even know it’s [Philippe] Clévenot in the lead role, that there’s Michel Robin, that there are ten actors, and all brilliant. Personally, I think that’s scandalous. 


SD: How do you interpret that?

 

JR: I interpret it to mean that there is enormous contempt for actors in theater in France today. Which is clear from the viewpoint of people who manage theaters and the journalists who watch the plays as well. Because nine out of ten times, journalists would think they were offending... The lighting is very important, it’s very beautiful. I’ll be the first to admire it. But they would think they are dishonored if the journalists don’t say, “Wonderful lighting by Mr. or Mrs. So and So.” And they treat the actors with the greatest contempt. I mean, whether it is [Michel] Cournot or anyone else, those people deeply despise actors.

 

SD: The actors will let us make a connection, because what I find striking in cinema, and it’s an ongoing debate right now...

 

JR: Excuse me, I’d just like to add that among the prestigious French directors, I do really like Chéreau because – God knows there are sets by [Richard] Peduzzi, the lighting is immaculate – he does not despise the actors. 

 

SD: Absolutely. Because he can act too. Someone told me [Claude] Zidi’s film [Deux] is not bad but that no one is going. I haven’t seen it and it may not be bad, why not...

 

JR: It’s surprising, it’s astounding. 

 

SD: That’s not the question. The question is...

 

JR: You absolutely have to see it. 

 

SD: There’s Depardieu and Detmers. A film by a filmmaker who has made a lot of comedies, which were not very well considered by intellectual critics. But that’s the rule, alas. He did Les ripoux, which was a nice surprise. And then he made a film...

 

JR: If Deux were an Italian film, if it were signed by Scola, and if it had Italian actors, the reviews would be ecstatic.  

 

SD: Well? I was told it’s incredible that the film received pretty good reviews, but that no one is going to see it.

 

JR: The reviews were spiteful, condescending. Except for Libération. But for example, the review in Le monde was totally spiteful. 

 

SD: Really? I haven’t read it. But I was saying, I’m sad, but it would surprise me today that a film based on the work of actors and the honesty of a filmmaker who tries telling the story of a couple, for example, the story that was the dominant story in the 60s and 70s and that nowadays, clearly, no longer interests anyone...

 

JR: But this is a story that has never been told! Zidi managed to find a totally contemporary way to tell the story of a couple, because to my knowledge nobody has ever told the story told by this film. 

 

SD: That may be possible. I’ll take you your word for it. But I was saying I’m not surprised. Unfortunately, this film does not work because a film based on the work of actors, a contemporary story, two characters and direction relatively in the service of the story – I do not see how that would work since what works today is... Well, it’s the usual litany, it’s L’ours, it’s Le grand bleu, which are films with a point in common, regardless of their qualities. Because I’m not opposed to Le grand bleu. Not fundamentally against it, let’s say.

 

JR: Not entirely against it.

 

SD: Not entirely against it. It’s a film I find curious and it shouldn’t be despised. But in any case, these films have a point in common and I could also add Bagdad Café, [Etienne] Chatiliez, etc. They are films that do entirely without actors. And the counterexample I saw was [François] Dupeyron’s film [Drôle d’endroit pour une rencontre], about which the press had a lot of good to say and where it would be really cruel to at least Deneuve, who works extremely hard at...

 

JR: And Depardieu is good!

 

SD: Depardieu is very good. It’s a first film, so it’s a film that had a very average score, etc. And I think it would be the same for Zidi. So, I find it interesting that on the one hand, your film, which deals with young actresses learning their trade and who are not well-known – it’s interesting as far as they are young actresses – and at the other end of the chain, we move immediately to animals, to anonymous actors, to ones we won’t see again. For example, the character in Le grand bleu, who is good, moreover, I doubt he will have a classic movie career. I don’t think so anyway. But lots of people who say “Enough with auteur cinema because they’re gross intellectuals masturbating...”

 

JR: We need scripts. We’ve stopped telling stories the past five years. People want scripts.

 

SD: This goes back to last week’s episode. They want concrete scripts and actors that everyone loves. Now, it happens that, in general, filmmakers do that, they do it rather well, and we see that that isn’t what is decisive. That’s not what interests people. As viewers, as consumers of images, people are in a different script, which sets other things in motion – mythological, regarding the figure, the desert, the disaffection of the world, the desire for love, dead fathers, the elements...

 

JR: It’s as you say, people need myths. It’s the point in common between Bagdad CaféLe grand bleu, and all that. Films that are more or less successful. I like some of them, others less. But in effect their strong point is that most of the time, without doing it on purpose or sometimes knowing a bit but not too much... Even Besson, who was doubtlessly more aware of this than Percy Adlon, well, they fall entirely into myth, which was already the strength of Trois hommes et un couffin.

 

SD: It didn’t work for Bertolucci, who is well-known, but for China and the subject matter. 

 

JR: For the subject matter, which is major. For me personally, China didn’t interest me at all at first and it was when I saw that the subject was coming to the sets and the Chinese costumes that I started getting interested in the film. At that moment, as a result, I became interested in China again.

 

SD: So, we want to say that people who are auteurs, you for example, are terribly interested in actors at a moment when the actor and the auteur are a bit... Their fate is a bit tied together. That is, if we get rid of auteurs, we will also get rid of actors. 

 

JR: We’re in the same boat.

 

SD: Yes, it’s the same boat. 

 

JR: It’s clear. And I think the actors know it too.

 

SD: Is this a real mutation in cinema? You, Jacques Rivette, who sees more films than I do...

 

JR: Yes, it is a real mutation. But it isn’t by chance that now lots of more or less successful American films are produced by actors. And it’s coming to France too, because Deneuve and Depardieu are co-producers on Dupeyron’s film. So, we are in the same boat and I think that now the actors need to take notice. For a long time, Piccoli has been co-producing some of his ambitious films for a long time. He’s even twice lost everything he had in order to make interesting films. Each time, he heads out again, valiantly, courageously. It’s a logical development. We’re on the same side even if they are in front of the camera and we are behind it. We are on the same side with regards to the whole development of the system and the market. We are the entertainers. 

 

SD: It’s interesting because in that regard, we can see in different countries... For me, the most interesting filmmaker is Moretti. But he’s an auteur/actor. He was born that way. 

 

JR: He reconnects with the old tradition of Chaplin, Keaton... 

 

SD: The American filmmakers close to our hearts, perhaps more so Cassavetes, who just died, but still over time, Woody Allen is turning out to be rather impressive. 

 

JR: Of course.

 

SD: Eastwood is great.

 

JR: Of course.

 

SD: Newman has slowed down, but he was good. Those are actors. We say that in France, we had great actors in the café-théâtre or around it. Coluche, for example. I remember Coluche saying to me – I saw him after Tchao Pantin – “I would never work with Godard. It’s too dangerous for me.” Which was extremely intelligent of him, because he knew that Godard only uses actors who are on the decline. 

 

JR: To destroy them.

 

SD: Yes, yes. Not to destroy them, but to take advantage...

 

JR: Not to destroy them. I take back what I said. 

 

SD: Yes, yes, it’s not nice. I don’t mean that either. I think that Godard takes advantage of an actor who is on the decline in terms of myth, of image, in order to make him work for once in his life. Since Godard likes when actors work, that is, in a much more disciplined and scholarly system, let’s say. When the actors aren’t dumb, like Johnny Hallyday, they are grateful. But Coluche had a lot of... And Depardieu, for example, and lots of people, would say: “Godard is dangerous for us.” It’s a bit like retirement. You do a Godard and after, etc. And I have the sense that in France we are hurting because we have no auteur/actors. And this brings me to a question I’ll ask you, but that is completely impromptu, provoked by our conversation. You are one of these people who has not appeared as an actor, except, I recall, a small role in an Eduardo de Gregorio. At the same time – this is an idea I have about all your films – I think your work has, not the exhibitionism of a repressed actor – that applies to everyone and at the limit it is not such an interesting idea – but something related to dance and musical comedy. Sometimes I have the feeling that you are better at doing the movements the actors are supposed to do than the actors themselves. So, the question is quite simply: you are quite interested in dance, we talked about Merce Cunningham, do you regret the fact, consciously or not, that there is absolutely no possibility in French cinema of making people dance?

 

JR: Of course I regret that, but already in Noroît, I hired for the secondary roles... Okay, we weren’t able to develop it as much as we wanted because it was a film shot in four weeks under difficult circumstances. But it features dancers in almost all the secondary roles. And the fourth film – because it was a series of four films – would have been, in principle, a song and dance film. But not at all like Jacques Demy, which is very nice and all, but much more following the idea of contemporary music and dance and I’d talked to Carolyn Carlson, who agreed to do it. In short, each film would have been a duo of actors, a conflict between actors. That was the idea of the four films, except the first one, which we started but didn’t film with Leslie Caron and Albert Finney. But the other three were conflicts between actors. Juliette and Bulle in Duelle, Geraldine and Bernadette in Noroît, and the last one would have been Anna Karina and Carolyn Carlson. With a very developed form of dance, because Carolyn would of course have been in charge of the choreography with her own dancers. In any case, in Noroît, there are two main secondary roles, Larrio Ekson and Anne-Marie Reynaud, who were from Carolyn’s company. 

 

SD: Because I think you are a major, unemployed choreographer. 

 

JR: Well, it’s very hard in France. I won’t deny it. Choreographer – I have no idea. I don’t have the slightest inkling of dance vocabulary. I’m rather allergic to classical dance, even if when I see a bit it amazes me if it is Nureyev or Baryschnikov. Of course, I’m amazed. But I know that what touched me the most... I was very, very enthusiastic about what Carolyn Carlson was doing, but I was really blown away by the three times I saw Merce Cunningham twenty years ago. It seemed obvious to me. I was in the middle of a room that was up in arms, if I dare say. Morally, in any case, and it seemed obvious to me.

 

SD: Yes, it’s wonderful.

 

JR: Very simply.

 

SD: I was wondering because first, in my opinion, it concerns you. Secondly, because it excites me, because when you look at the history of French cinema – you know it well and even better than me – you realize, perhaps along with Italian cinema, it is the cinema with the least dancing in the world. And I do not know why that is. Do you have any ideas?

 

JR: The French have two left feet, it’s well known. Myself, I’m the first to admit I don’t know three dance steps. It’s true we have two left feet. Whereas the Italians, theoretically, are better dancers. But in film, yes, yes, yes... There have only ever been special cases.

 

SD: I think that a good part of what has become French cinema’s strength is choreographing everything but the body. The language, the camera, the stories, the script, the fictions, with the exception of the body. And it’s true that a much less refined American film, which really knows how to get somebody moving, even today, touches us. I think that at a certain point, it’s a cultural thing. We can’t do anything about it. 

 

JR: What you’re talking about, making films that are more about a way of looking at the body, at bodies in motion, is something I have also been thinking about for several years. Especially since Le pont du nord. And let’s say it was at the start of Hurlevent. Unfortunately, the film was a victim of the limited shooting time, but I had planned in my mind for a lot more scenes outside with chases, with movement. It’s why I wanted to see young actors and dynamic bodies. That’s why I chose Lucas and Fabienne, because I liked how they moved, how they walked, how they went around. It’s something I was unfortunately unable to show much in the movie, even if I like how they move in the film. But I filmed a lot less of their movements or their bodies as I initially wanted to. It was a very hard shoot. And maybe it is a desire that I am unable to transcribe. But I know it is something I want to return to now from another angle. I’m looking for the right feet. But it will not be directly about dance. I am always thinking about dance. Maybe I will never do it. I don’t want to do it directly after La bande des quatre, because it would risk seeming too intentional. So, dance, maybe, but in a few years. But you need to find the people, you need to find the accomplices, as Renoir said. Since I am not a choreographer or a dancer, I need to find the person with whom I can have a dialogue, the way Kalfon was the director of Andromaque in L’amour fou. Someone who is at the center of the film. As Carolyn Carlson would have been if we had made the fourth film in the tetralogy of the Filles du feu: Scènes de la vie parallèle. For now, I don’t know. On the other hand, a film that is more about looking at bodies in motion is something I really want to do now. 

 

SD: I find that all the more striking since I think the movies we have discussed, which are big box office hits, are incredibly static films. It seems to me we are in a period of the reign of the frozen image or the freeze frame. 

 

JR: Yes.

 

SD: And that there is something in movies, a kind of major, accumulated movement in film history, that no longer manages to show itself, except maybe sometimes in the few good music videos. But still, the best music videos are more [Jean-Baptiste] Mondino and Guesch Patti done more with immobility, a body that does not move...

 

JR: Or very little.


SD: Or very little. 

 

JR: A music video I really like, which is very different, is France Gall’s video for Ella, elle l’a. But precisely, France Gall moves very little in it. Her head moves. What’s interesting are her neck movements. The “petit chèvre de Monsieur Seguin” side she has. 

 

SD: Before we went on the air, we were talking about how hard it is for young actors to have reference points. Today, what does someone who wants to be in movies and is twenty years old have that is strong and in relation to which he can define himself? At one point there was the Actor’s Studio, for example, like it or not, but which was so enormous that one could say yes or no. Today, what is there? There’s Chéreau, Vitez, two or three theater companies...

 

JR: Mnouchkine is very important.

 

SD: Mnouchkine. Does that create tics? Or does it create possibilities for filmmakers to watch these movements?  

 

JR: I don’t feel competent enough to answer that question. Because among the young actresses that I’ve seen, even the ones in the film... There are two actresses who spent two years, I think, Fejria [Deliba] and Bernadette [Giraud], taking courses with Antoine Vitez. Laurence [Côte] did an internship with Ariane Mnouchkine. Nathalie [Richard] had a more classical course of study at the conservatory. I have to say that I didn’t feel a strong mark on any of them. Except for Fejria, who is among the five lead actresses, because with Inês, so five... Inês went a different route because she’s from Portugal and was in the Théâtre Français in Lisbon, where she acted at the French high school in Lisbon. Fejria is the one among the five who wants most to be a director herself in theater or film, to write stories. So, she is doubtlessly the one who took the most things from Vitez’s classes. In my opinion, very positive things from Vitez, that is, the science of theater that he gives to his students, that he pours out through anecdotes, theories, making sudden references to the 17th century or some anecdote about Stanislavsky and an actress... Well, I can’t talk about it because I haven’t seen enough of what Vitez does with young actors, young acting students. And I’ve seen even less of what Ariane Mnouchkine does during her seminars. My impression is that they are more important for their students. Not through examples, tics, processes... Because Vitez, he opens up everything, which I think is something very positive about his class – and again I’ve seen a little and I talked more about it with Fejria and Bernadette. He’s interested in taking a scene from Tartuffe and showing five different ways, one after the other, of staging it, of showing this or that character. I think that deep down he’s interested in the plasticity of theater. He even wants to re-use certain plays and stage them differently. I think that is what interests him fundamentally – a play’s plasticity. And besides, it’s true, that is what theater is. A play is made to be performed and performed again by other actors and, eventually, from other points of view, other angles. That is how a play stays alive. There are plays where that works like in Molière, Shakespeare... I don’t want to name all the big names of world theater. And on the other hand, there are other plays that are linked to a time period and that cannot be taken out of that time period. For example, this is obvious for all the successful theater from the 19th century. Dumas fils, Emile Augier... If you want to stage them, they need to be staged in Second Empire costumes and rediscovering the codes from that era. They can’t be transposed. Whereas Molière – there are 500 different ways, some work better, others work less well, but everything is possible. Racine, Shakespeare – everything is possible. 

 

SD: Of course.

 

JR: There are outlier cases, because Pirandello, for example, is linked to turn-of-the-century Italy. Each time, he talks about very specific anecdotes, mostly Sicilian, which he transposes more or less. And yet, Pirandello is flexible. Maybe less flexible than Molière, but it’s flexible. That’s also why I think Claudel is flexible. A play can only survive if actors, 15, 20 years later and then 100 years later, then five centuries later, want to perform it again. They can do so. And they can only do so if this very, very strong backbone, which crosses the ages, and the language, which is also very strong, which crosses the ages... Because if one performs Corneille and Racine and Marivaux in French, you are not going to change a word, even if it is prose. Marivaux is prose. You cannot change a word of Marivaux. Same for Shakespeare. It’s more worthwhile, I think, to perform him in English. With Shakespeare, you can choose, there are three different versions of Hamlet to choose from. Or make a puzzle out of the three versions as they tend to do. So, there is the principle behind the play, which is very strong and crosses the ages. There is the play’s language, which also has to be very strong. And moreover, it’s not for nothing if Aeschylus and Sophocles have survived, because their language is very strong. And then this enormous plasticity, which makes it so that 25 centuries later, one wants to re-stage ElectraAntigone, etc. Well, Electra and Antigone are still close to us. 

But a week ago, I wanted to read it, I’d never read that play. I got the Greek tragedies in the Pléiade edition, translated by Jean Grosjean, who is a translator I like a lot, who translated Aeschylus and Sophocles, and who translated Shakespeare and who translated the Bible. I don’t know if it is faithful. I’m not going to compare the Shakespeare with the original. I’ve looked a little with regards to Shakespeare, but I haven’t looked with regards to Greek for Aeschylus and Sophocles. And even less at the Hebrew for his translation of Genesis, which Gallimard published two years ago. I really discovered Genesis while reading that translation. 

I grabbed Women of Trachis, a play by Sophocles. One knows what the other six are about but I didn’t know what Women of Trachis was about. You can tell the story of Electra, you can tell the story of Antigone, in a pinch you can tell the story of Ajax, in a pinch you can tell the story of Philoctetes, and the two Oedipus versions even more. I could not do so for Women of Trachis. I read Women of Trachis in one sitting as if I were at a performance. It’s extraordinary. It’s extraordinary. It’s extraordinary. It is no doubt impossible to perform now, but it might be possible. Three-quarters of the time I was reading, I was saying to myself, I want to stage Women of Trachis next year! In the end, that’s not true. The final quarter is difficult, because in fact it is Heracles’ death. It is Deianeira who sends the fateful robe to Heracles and it’s the death of Heracles. 

 

SD: I was just thinking, he has a wonderful way of talking about theater, but still, his life consists of seeing films, making them and seeing them. 

 

JR: I love reading plays. I have a lot of trouble reading many things. I cannot read long novels. Well, I manage, but at the moment, I prefer to start in on a Balzac or Dostoyevsky, because I tell myself, from the start, it’s worth diving into these 500 pages, whereas I don’t have the same courage with a contemporary novel, right or wrong. 

 

SD: So, you like reading plays...

 

JR: Yes, because I read them not necessarily thinking of how to stage them, but imagining the voices of the actors, the articulations... I’ve read everything by [Eugène] Labiche, his complete plays in eight volumes. I’ve read and re-read all 165 plays. 

 

SD: That is to say, even just while reading, you put your finger on this plasticity of the theater and sometimes you want to stage it. 

 

JR: Yes.

 

SD: Now, at the same time, you are after all a filmmaker, as you said.

 

JR: Musset, for example, is an author I always defend because as everyone knows, he is a great dramatist. But if he is a great dramatist, it is false to say he was a bad poet and a bad novelist. You have to re-read him. Starting with Caprices de Marianne and Lorenzaccio. You have to re-read all of Musset’s major poems. You have to read La confession d’un enfant du siècle. You have to read his tales and his novellas. They are admirable. He’s a major unknown. 

 

SD: It’s not only that he is unknown. It’s that people assign him a personality that he didn’t have. 

 

JR: Absolutely. 

 

SD: I still want to come back to movies. You live more in movies, even if you are passionate about theater. You can’t say about an old film what you’ve just said about Sophocles’ Women of Trachis. That is, Murnau’s Tabu doesn’t have any plasticity. 

 

JR: No, movies don’t have any plasticity. 

 

SD: Right. So, what do you do with the major classics of cinema?

 

JR: Well, this is a commonplace of critics in the 1920s. The big question that [Ricciotto] Canudo and Deluc raised – they knew it was the seventh art, but they didn’t know why. And everything they wrote at the time is still exciting. Or Epstein and all those people. As well as what happened when sound came, without really realizing, as Bazin said, what Deluc, Canudo, Epstein and others foresaw. And from these two sides ­­– movies are like novels for this or that reason, like theater for this or that reason... The two points of view you have just mentioned. 

Movies are like painting, where there is only one copy, or sculpture at most, from which can be made multiple different copies. You can make molds. You can cast it ten times. Rodin’s Balzac, for example. Someone else orders Rodin’s Balzac, someone who can pay for it and has the rights from the Rodin Foundation, I don’t know how that works. They can make a double of Rodin’s Balzac for him, which would be the equivalent of the one at Vavin. Likewise, if a film negative survives, you can make a new print. So, it’s like sculpture, with multiples. Closer to sculpture than painting, because there are no multiples in painting. Or engraving. 

 

SD: And in theater there is the interpretation. You can’t interpret a film. It exists.

 

JR: It exists like a sculpture. 

 

SD: We don’t have much time left, so how do you, Jacques Rivette, who sees lots of films – on the one hand, you have cinema here like a sculpture...

 

JR: Yes, like a sculpture, because it has three dimensions. Sculpture has the three dimensions of space and cinema has two dimensions in space and one dimension in time. So, three dimensions too.

 

SD: Now the episode is coming to its end and we haven’t even begun to talk about...

 

JR: We’ve started... We’ll come back to it next year!

 

SD: ...about your enormous consumption of films. 

 

JR: That’s just anecdotal. We talked about it earlier regarding theater or I don’t know what.

 

SD: This will be my only question on that question: how does one manage to see nearly everything that is released in Paris when one knows one has fewer and fewer people to talk to about them? 

 

JR: It’s not to talk about them. In a very selfish manner. 

 

SD: Is it useful for your work?

 

JR: It’s a question I don’t ask. It’s more like a drug. With some people it’s alcohol. With other people it is some other kind of mixture, etc. For me, I’m addicted to being in front of a screen on which shadows are projected with some accompanying sounds. Because the latter is very important now. I’m completely addicted to this drug. Sometimes I can spend a week or two without it. For various reasons. I’m in a country where it doesn’t exist or if I’m involved in some intrigue that prevents it or too absorbed in work. But afterwards, I absolutely need to catch up. I need to. And I think it is related to the work I’m trying to do. Sometimes seeing films gives you ideas. Bad films more than good ones! Good films don’t give you any ideas. It’s very nice to see good films, it’s healthy, it proves cinema continues to exist. Two days ago, I saw the new film by Jacques Doillon, which is wonderful. It’s healthy because it makes you want to keep making other films, but it doesn’t give me any ideas. To the contrary, it takes them away. Since he’s done it, I’m not going to do it. However, if I see someone and think, “Hey, he missed a big idea...” Either he missed it or he didn’t manage to transcribe it, to work it out, or maybe he didn’t even see it. So, then you want to steal the idea, to take it and work on it in your own manner.

 

SD: That’s it. 

 

JR: That’s why I love seeing bad films. First, it’s very relaxing. And then it gives you ideas. And sometimes you see good actors who are lost in them and that makes you want to use them and bail them out. If you can, because sometimes you try to give actors good roles, but you don’t always manage to.

 

SD: So, there are two kinds of films: films that, not being so good, give you ideas and films that, being good, make you want to make more.

 

JR: Unfortunately, there is everything in between and that is not interesting. But you can’t know in advance. Films that are not so good, not so bad, average films, ones that are standard, made by machines. The Coppola machine can be okay when it produces Tucker or the Tom Cruise machine when it produces Cocktail. It’s the same for me. I mean, I get just as much pleasure out of seeing Tucker as Cocktail. But in both I see the result of a machine and it isn’t interesting. It bores me prodigiously. I really enjoyed seeing Tucker, but I came out dismayed. Because it’s made by a computer. There are no surprises when you see them. And the only thing in cinema that I still think is interesting is surprise, good or bad. 

 

SD: That’s the end of the episode. La bande des quatre is a very, very good surprise. I think that’s clear. Thank you, Jacques Rivette, for talking to us for two weeks. Of course, it is just a millionth of what we could say. Thank you.

Serge Daney, Microfilms, 5th and 12th March 1989, France Culture (radio station). Translation by Ted Fendt.

Wednesday, January 01, 2025

Serge Daney in 2024

Usual annual round-up of "Serge Daney in English" news. There were no new books as in 2022 and 2023, so we'll deal with bits and pieces this year, on this blog and elsewhere.

Three new translations on this blog:

New translations elsewhere (some of previously translated texts):
One book about Daney:
A couple of events:
And like every year, there are other projects being worked on (with no date): 
  • Publishing house Semiotexte(e) confirmed they are working on translating the volume 2 of Cinema House and the World (but confessed it's taking a long time - it's the biggest of the four volumes)
  • Nicholas Elliot (the translator of Footlights) intends to translate Ciné-Journal once rights issues are resolved. 
  • Film critic Emmanuel Burdeau keeps giving conferences about Daney in France... a book was once rumored to be in the offing.

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Due to the Resurgence of Handbag Thefts...

New Year's Eve gift from Kino Slang: the translation of the first 16 pages of Serge Daney's posthumous The Exercise was Beneficial, Sir (made of notes found on Daney's computer after his death). A major piece titled "Due to the Resurgence of Handbag Thefts...", likely part of the forming of Daney's eponymous final book (in his lifetime). All with the usual quality, context and illustrations to be expected from Kino Slang. Enjoy.

Due to the Resurgence of Handbag Thefts...

Excerpted from pages 19-34 of L’Exercice a été profitable, Monsieur by Serge Daney, P.O.L., 1993. Translated by Andy Rector & Laurent Kretzschmar 

Saturday, November 02, 2024

Amos Gitai, tonight

A text written for Libération in 1982 that wasn't included in the (not so) complete writings La maison cinéma et le monde (vol. 2). Thanks to Pierre Eugène for unearthing it and for highlighting its importance (see the quote from Gitai below).

I just finished my first film, House, and I had a friend, Daniel Cohen, who was in the Parisian branch of the Israeli Black Panthers, who called Daney and told him, "Listen, we can’t organise a proper screening, but there is a little space in Place Clichy with a half-broken monitor and video player, and are you ok to come?". And Serge Daney said yes immediately, asking what it was about. My friend explained. I remember because we couldn’t afford subtitles so I had to do a whispering of the subtitles into his ear. And for me, he was instantly the model of someone who has a good vision of cinema. A person who can absolutely mingle with celebrities but must also stay open if a young filmmaker arrives with his first video. He gave us his full attention. He watched House and the first chapter of Wadi. And after that, he wrote in Libération what was perhaps the first ever review of one of my films.  

Amos Gitai, in Serge Daney, le cinéma et le monde, a documentary by Serge Le Péron.   

 

Amos Gitai, tonight  

There’s a film  screening tonight at the Centre Pompidou (7pm) that mustn’t be missed. Its title is House and its auteur is Amos Gitai. Gitai is young and Israeli, and this house is located somewhere in Israel. As the film starts, in a deafening noise of bulldozers, the house is changing hands and being rebuilt. The house never stops changing. It was there before Israel came into being; it was once a beautiful Palestinian home. Then it became one of those "unclaimed" properties and was automatically allocated to Israelis. For a long time, it was inhabited by Algerian Jews. Today, a university professor is about to move in.   

Gitai has a simple idea: bring to the construction site all the previous owners of the house, from the Algerians (happy to have been relocated into better housing in town) to the elderly Palestinian who comes cutting a proud figure, speaking in English and vacantly staring at this house that still moves him. Gitai also captures the (cynical) points of view of the building contractor and the Arab workers, those with the bulldozer. This house is Arab, they know it, but what can they do? They are powerless, they say, and are holding their tongues. Gitai wants this house to become something both very symbolic and very concrete, he wants it to become a film character. He manages to  give us one of the most beautiful things a camera can record "live": different people looking at the same thing yet seeing different things, and being moved by this sight. In this half-collapsed house, genuine hallucinations begin to take shape.   

The idea behind the film is simple and the film is powered by the strength of this idea. Nothing more, nothing less. The camera holds on tight to this idea (but, thank goodness, is never at the service of it). In order to speak about this land and this house, Gitai has found the kind of emotional quality that we’re more accustomed to seeing in the work of Arab filmmakers (Alaouié, Khleifi).  

House was made in 1981 for Israeli television, which took offense and censored the film. The Israeli authorities had lost all composure in front of a film that demonstrated a cool serenity. Amos Gitai didn’t give up and was intent on showing his film in Europe. It was shown at festivals. In Vittel, it was the Club Med’s turn to lose its composure: it gave in to Israel’s official pressure, and the filmmaker had to show his film on video in his hotel room. It was then shown in Nantes. And it will be shown in Rotterdam. The filmmaker is in the middle of this inter-festival slalom and has become the courier for his own film. Tonight, the slalom is stopping by the Centre Pompidou.  

Published in Libération, 16-17 December 1982. Translated by Laurent Kretzschmar and Srikanth Srinivasan

Sunday, February 25, 2024

What Can a Heart?

Another translation found by chance on the internet. Posted here with some revisions by me. 


What Can a Heart? 
Manoel de Oliveira, Francisca     
Both are standing, one in front of the other. 
Camilo: “No. But I know what I’m rejecting. You wouldn’t understand that.”   
José Augusto trembles, starts walking compulsively from one place to the other in the room; goes to the window, comes back to the table, leans on it, turns around, and goes to stand in front of his friend, progressively more irritated.   
José Augusto: “Am I, perchance, a cripple? You think I’m incapable of loving Fanny? Well, I shall awaken a great love in her... A love I would censure, stirred by my own severity. (…)” He stops in front of the table and concludes facing the camera: “To produce an angel in the fullness of martyrdom”.     
1. When these terrible sentences are uttered, we are in Vilar de Paraíso, in Camilo’s room, with that blue alcove and that desk turned towards us. Camilo was writing and his friend José Augusto entered coming from the background of the scenery. We are in the thirty sixth scene of Francisca, the last panel of the triptych by Manoel de Oliveira dedicated to frustrated love (Past and Present, Doomed Love). We are at the point when characters are going to irremediably put in motion their destiny and Oliveira his movie. To this cold program (“To produce an angel in the fullness of martyrdom”), Camilo, disturbed, can only respond: “Are you capable of doing that?”.     
We watch the birth of a passion. A countdown commences with this challenge. A challenge like the ones that are only proposed to a best friend. Like if two were needed to love one woman. Oliveira, even if he deals with Portuguese romanticism, is a filmmaker of the fiction. He knows that if “one is never right” and that “truth begins with two”, three are needed to share a crime, to articulate desire and passion.     
In Francisca, desire mainly connects the two men (it will be supressed) and the passion binds one of those men to a woman (but the movement of passion is infinite). Everything separates the two (young) men and, because of that precisely, there is a mutual fascination. What can link a poor young writer and an idle young aristocrat? The first one writes for money and to exists in the high society of Porto: he despises it (but also envies it) as the society despises him (but begins to recognize him, because he’s Camilo Castelo Branco, future author of Doomed Love, already adapted to film by Oliveira). The second, José Augusto, is without desires: rich, he doesn’t have anything to gain, he can only lose. Camilo drily tells him: “You love out of pride, you love the luxury of loving.” To the poor, the desire, to the rich, the passion. Desire is production, passion is waste.     
2. At the beginning of this passion there is a trade. Let’s translate: José Augusto basically says to his friend: this woman who doesn’t love you (to be understood as: who’s not for you), but whose love you place so highly, I’m going to make her love me; but I’m not going to possess her, she will be unhappy and, this way, I’ll avenge us. I’ll avenge you for not having had her, and me of only having desired her through you. To “produce an angel in the fullness of martyrdom” is, in its abrupt form, the minimum program that, in our societies, legitimises any exclusively male alliance. The suppression of the homosexual connection and the lowering of women produces the Woman, which often means an angel (sometimes a blue angel). But also, images, stars, madonnas, so easily fabricated and traded between Catholics (see Buñuel).     
After, there is an accident. The woman doesn’t fit the description. There is a mistaken identity. Francisca, with her sweet aura, is just as cynical and amoral as José Augusto. Right from the start, questioned by Camilo, she lets escape twice, as if by distraction: “The soul is a vice”. On the other hand, at the end of scene 36, José Augusto sums up the terrible destiny awaiting him: “Ashes instead of desire. Conscience instead of passion.” Cold determination, without object. The accident is that José Augusto and Francisca are similar, doomed to oscillate in the same direction, like people put face to face with one another with synchronous hesitations. One can use the other’s weapons, turn them against him. Unhappiness is transformed into pleasure, resignation into victory: everything is done to have the last word. This way, Francisca has a secret weapon that lets her break apart the romantic duo and reinstate the infernal trio: she writes (to whom? It doesn’t matter) that she is mistreated, abandoned, maybe even abused. Her letters fall into the hands of that other writer, Camilo, who gives them back to José Augusto. The blow is terrible: this woman who gave herself to be read is worse than if she had cheated on her (future) husband. José Augusto follows his script to its last consequence: marry this woman that he abducted and not touch her.  
Finally, between the two there is a game of hot cockles. Francisca inverted José Augusto’s challenge the moment where she shouted this sentence: “You love me, I swear”. Haunting sentence. There is no possible escape for this mutual upping of the ante, to this series of challenges. Like in Truffaut’s latest movie – but without the residues of fetishism – the passion is without end, inexhaustible. It can only disappear with the disappearance of the bodies from where it originates. And even then.     
3. In desire, the problem is never knowing exactly what the other wants. It’s this not-knowing that makes one desire even more. What counts in passion is what the other can, what he/she is capable of. I highlighted, in a succinct manner (but the whole film has the conciseness of a theorem), how Francisca went from the ploys of desire (José Augusto wants to cancel Camilo out by pretending to fulfil his desire) only to end on the side of the forcing of passion. Between José Augusto and Francisca there is an infinite and above all indeterminate game, a game “without qualities”, an “other state”, to use the words of Musil. Because at the heart of passion, as its empty driving force, there is a fundamental uncertainty. The uncertainty isn’t randomness (this was the biggest re-discovery of “modern cinema”), just as it isn’t ignorance or false certainty (that the classics spoke about so well). It’s something stranger.     
Let’s consider the moments when certain sentences of the dialogue are repeated. Everything happens as if the fact that a sentence was uttered (by an actor) and then heard (by a spectator) doesn’t ensure its guaranteed existence. As if it was necessary to risk with sounds what in past times was risked with images: the continuity errors. As if the words of the dialogues were things to which the starting point and one of its ending points had to be pointed out. Splitting of the dialogue. Never has the refusal of naturalism and the necessity to adopt in all things (and words are things) a point of view, an angle, been taken so far.     
Oliveira says he’s only interested in representation. And he says so without doctrine whatsoever – in over 50 years of cinema, he has experimented with everything: documentary, naturalist tales, social comedy, live capture and editing. In Francisca, free from any naturalist concerns, faced with the entirely artificial material he has chosen (text, set), he ensures this relation of uncertainty permeates the whole film. It isn’t just at the heart of the passion that consumes characters, it is at the heart of we shouldn’t be afraid to call his “aesthetics”, especially as it’s something quite rare nowadays. 
4. There is in Oliveira (like in Syberberg, Bene or Ruiz, other great baroques) a provisory forgetting of any idea of the referent. Each “figure” has to enunciate its identity, show its way of working, be tested according to its duration, its solidness, its velocity. What is the other capable of? But also: what is this or that other represented figure capable of? Characters or sets, details or ensembles, objects or bodies. We can see Francisca as a quite comedic film (in the same way Méliès can be comedic), in every time a figure “forgets” to behave according to the naturalist code. I’m thinking of that moment, that always makes one laugh, in which José Augusto enters Camilo’s room on horseback. A horse, instead of champing at the bit in the limbo of the set, enters the scene and, all of a sudden, unbalances the space. Or then, it’s a character in the foreground that, instead of belonging to the action, immobilizes himself like the annoying head of another spectator, becoming a dead part of the shot, an area of lesser life in the scene. Like José Augusto – at the end of a meal where Camilo was really talkative – who doses off on the foreground. Or even the first shot of the film (the ball). “I always try to find a line that separates the machine from the actors. Because the job of the machine consists in fixing the work of the actors from the film theatre, the place of the spectator” says Oliveira. As long as this line hasn’t been found, it can’t be said what is near and what is far: the horse has the right to come nearer and the sleeping to become absent. 
Oliveira is an immense scenographer. Because he doesn’t reduce his work to “acting styles”. The choice of actors and faces follows a search even more paradoxical then Bresson’s: if the latter is interested in eventual “models”, Oliveira takes them as landscapes. Faces, in Francisca, are assemblies of objects in which each one obeys its own law and ignores the others. This is not true (people will say to me) about Camilo, but that is because Camilo is a being of desire, and that desire makes him “consist”, identical to himself, in every scene. On the other hand, José Augusto and Francisca, beings of passion and decomposed by this passion, are submitted to a vertiginous anamorphosis. 
5. Speed, or dromoscopy, is talked about a lot in this day and age. I fact, we wonder how it was possible to talk so much about movies without having questioned the relative velocities of the bodies that they set in motion. “The cinema”, says Oliveira, “is what we put in front of the camera.” But to record what? The speed of decomposition and re-composition, of evaporation and sedimentation In Oliveira’s world, desire composes and passion decomposes: an eye can be faster or slower than a gaze, a mouth than what it says. Francisca has a way of “having her head spin” and José Augusto of “losing his senses” that shouldn’t be analysed solely in sociological terms (decay of aristocracy), but should be referred to the materialist question par excellence: what can a body? 
Two fingers perched on a table, a shoe thrown far away, servants (always very fast), slow horse riders, letters, loves, all have different speeds. In Francisca, it is very rare for two characters to be given the same speed. Quite the opposite. If they are so quickly separated, if so many serious things are so hastily said, if the film’s narration is so prone to gaps, it’s because they are all in orbit, like stars or electrons. They only meet in precise moments, certainly calculable, but with a certain margin of uncertainty, like Heisenberg said of the atoms. 
Atoms. This is the decisive word. I don’t see any other filmmaker (except Biette and his “theatre of matters”) that is so close to old school materialism. The strength of Oliveira is that he has chosen to deal with one of the type-scripts of religion (“To produce an angel in the fullness of martyrdom”) with the lack of pathos and the detached acuity of a pagan philosopher. Passion affects the bodies in full and each part of those bodies in full and each part of these parts in full, etc. In full and in a different manner. There is no end to the burning uncertainty of passion, especially not death. 
6. The most beautiful scene of the film takes place near the end. Francisca has died, José Augusto has sent her to be autopsied and saved her heart in a jar and that jar in a chapel. The red organ terrorises the maid. This is not a vain fetish. To that muscle-heart, to that entirely material heart, the same thing is asked: what is it capable of? What can that shrunken object? The answer is given by José Augusto himself: “We live torn to pieces, in search of our bodies scattered all over the earth. The belly screams, wanting to forget sin. The liver moans, pressed against the right side. And the heart, in a thousand pieces, goes down wretched alleyways asking for the blood that forms it.”. 
What can cinema? An old man, one of the great living filmmakers, gives his answer. Maybe, he says to us, that cinema is like that body. It’s necessary that it recomposes itself, organ by organ. Down with the storyboard, down with the museum. Long live the cinema.    

First published in Cahiers du cinéma, issue 330, December 1981. Reprinted in La maison cinéma et le monde, vol 2, P.O.L., 2002. Translation by Tera Toma with some changes by me.     

Saturday, February 24, 2024

Vecchiali Shoots in Sequence

Surprise translation spotted on the internet and reproduced here with minor changes. It's from the second volume of The Cinema House and the World which we understand is currently being translated by Christine Pichini for Semiotext(e). 

Vecchiali Shoots in Sequence*   
Trous de mémoire is the title of Paul Vecchiali’s next-to-last film. He shares top billing in this strange, unfashionable “impromptu” with Françoise Lebrun. Despite appearances, a whole ars poetica
What filmmakers and cameras have in common is that they sometimes take stock**. They wonder how to “take some distance with the shots [champ]” while plonked in the middle of a field [champ]. They wonder where they stand, and with whom? How to keep focus, how to stay sane? That's when they're ripe for the impromptu. Able to shoot in a single day what a lifetime would not be too long to ponder. The impromptu is less heavy-going than the appraisal, less serious than the will. It has the slight cheek of the check-up and the half-time break. It allows us to move on to other things, to get on with things [d’enchaîner].     
Owing to the bond between Paul Vecchiali and Françoise Lebrun (and, of course, director of photography Georges Strouvé), Trous de mémoire is an impromptu. Stubborn, discontented, “untimely”, Vecchiali is one of those all too rare people who put a lot of energy into not letting themselves be trapped by any a priori form (or formula, or format). We've seen him move from feature-length films to shorts, from cinema to theatre, from television to sketches or impromptus. This freedom of movement has always been his strength. It gives others (those poor things called journalists, for example) the freedom to say, half the time, that Paul Vecchiali matters to them. Before moving on to the next thing [d’enchaîner].     
A man arranges a meeting with a woman in a green space, a field in the outskirts of the city. Four years ago, the woman left him, and each of them, as they say, "remade" their lives. He's a filmmaker (Vecchiali plays the role) and she's an editor (this is Françoise Lebrun). He says he still loves her, and he's doing everything he can to win her back. They're alone on screen, with only a bench, trees, grass and daylight as props. They're not going to win any costume Oscars, dressed like they're part of a minor news item. They'll do nothing (not even make love, much to the man's chagrin), and the day won't end until the woman has left a second time, vaguely won back and still unattainable. Each will cry in turn, and a strange emotion will engulf the spectator – even the Vecchialian – who has shared this field with them. Before this spectator, too, moves on to something else.     
Presented with such a deliberately scanty set-up (one set, two actors, some text), the viewer tends to think the film's stakes must be inversely proportional to its pared-down richness. Is it a question of whether the man will succeed in his bid to win her back? For a moment, we can see them playing battleship, like schoolboys. You can see that he's “scoring points”, that the woman might give in, and that they might both try a second “first time”. But no, that's not it. The suspense is a red herring.     
Faced with a “face-to-face” encounter, the viewer thinks all that remains is to watch for the moments when the profound truth of the characters, like a little bird caged by the camera, will inevitably emerge. In sentences, postures, slips of the tongue and silences. Are we – though in the open air and broad daylight – in a closed-door domestic setting, a game of truth?*** No, the unveiling is a red herring too. There's no time for truth.     
Then there's language. Vecchiali has always excelled at the “on the bench” genre, at bitchy tit-for-tat and home truths. Trous de mémoire is a documentary about how one man goes about things when his job (as a filmmaker) is to convince and seduce. How he goes about things with words, how he indiscriminately uses psychological interrogation, emotional harassment, blackmail and the complicity of memories. It's a catalogue of everything one can do with words to disarm the other: prepared speeches, general ideas, singular words, cries of pain, mute gestures.     
But the impromptu is a serious genre. It's an opportunity to speak your mind and define your “ars poetica”. Molière was no different. Nor were Cocteau, Giraudoux or Gabriel Fauré. There is a Vecchialian ars poetica, which is also a morality. Why did he shoot Trous de mémoire in one day and in broad daylight? Without break and without shade. Was it not to have two parallel flows, one of words (which carry desire) and one of light (which marks time)? To say that a cloud passing in the sky is the same thing as an angel passing in conversation?**** That there is no other truth than that of sequencing [l’enchaînement], that it is better to contradict oneself, like Walt Whitman, than to stop talking? We must sequence, says Lyotard in The Differend, but the code for sequencing is never necessary, it is only ever suitable or improper. (For readers who would like to know more about Vecchiali, Lyotard's book can only be beneficial).     
Vecchiali's unseemliness is not about vanishing, body and heart, into the great oceanic whole, or drowning in a second-hand “Panta rhei”. Quite the opposite, in fact. No one is more ready to fight against whatever hinders desire or prevents it from being expressed and asserted. No one is more terrified by the idea of the extinction of desire. The strongest moment in Trous de mémoire comes when the man, who knows he won't win the woman back, says that his desire is always greater than the encyclopedia of objects – seemly or not – that whet his appetite.     
We need to be able to sequence desires the way we sequence words, the way the camera sequence images and the way light sequence things: in other words, non-stop. It's nothing less than a Sadian project. To sustain the world, tirelessly, solely by getting a hard-on for reality.    
First published in Libération on 25th October 1985. Reprinted in La maison cinéma et le monde, vol 2, P.O.L., 2002. Translation by Sam WM with some corrections by me. 

* The French title, "Vecchiali enchaîne en scène", is untranslatable. It is somewhere between “Vecchiali links in scenes” and “Vecchiali links in on stage”.    

** Faire le point does mean to take stock but it also means to focus.     

*** Le Jeu de la vérité, "The Game of Truth", was a French television programme in which celebrities had to field questions from members of the public. It was often controversial, and earlier in October 1985 had featured an episode in which the singer Dalida had been submitted to a painful interrogation of her personal life.    

*** The French phrase un ange passe, "an angel is passing", is used in conversational lulls.  

Monday, January 01, 2024

Serge Daney in 2023


Time for the annual round-up. It's normally a muted affair but this was another big year for "Serge Daney in English".

Twenty-one years after Daney passed away, a third book of translations was published (two in so many years): Footlights, thanks to Nicholas Elliot, the translator, and the team at Semiotext(e), the publisher. The proof, if any, that amateur translation blogs and official publishing are not incompatible since this book had already been translated through a patchwork of initiatives over the years. 

It's not all. Although not in English, Pierre Eugène's fabulous PhD thesis on Serge Daney finally found its way to a book format: Exercises in Re-reading, Serge Daney: 1962-1982

Since Footlights (La Rampe, Daney's first book) is a selection of texts published between 1970 and 1982, the two books form a magnificent coincidence, made even more unlikely by the mysteries of publishers' timelines (Pierre's project was many, many years in the making while Nicholas' translation took just over a year from conception to print).

Could this blog bring you a special "double bill" combining a text from La Rampe with its analysis by Eugène? We'll see. 

Elsewhere, it was a rather low harvest but good quality crop of 'other" translations:

Two other potential book projects didn't see the light of day:

  • A book on Daney from a university-funded project: Serge Daney and Queer Cinephilia
  • Emmanuel Burdeau's book project for a cine-biography of Daney (the lack of information making us wonder if the book will materialise).
Wishing all Daney readers (and everybody else!) a happy 2024. If you happened to be in New York in January, don't miss the Serge Daney season at the Film at Lincoln Center in January.

Saturday, December 16, 2023

In Praise of Tati

This month (December 2023) sees the release of a second book of translations of Serge Daney by the team at Semiotext(e) (Footlights). It's a translation of La Rampe, Daney's first book. I'll write more about it once I get my hands on it (it's high on the Christmas list!), but in the meantime, an extract has been published by the New Left Review.

In Praise of Tati, translated by Nicolas Elliott, appears in Footlights: Critical Notebook 1970-1982, published this month by Semiotext(e). The text was originally published in book form as ‘Éloge de Tati’ in La Rampe: Cahiers critique 1970-1982 published by Cahiers du Cinéma/Gallimard in 1983. 

And for those fascinated by the translation in English of Serge Daney, you can even do a like-for-like comparison of Elliott's translation with the one Andy Rector and I published here a little while ago.  

Sunday, November 19, 2023

When Serge Daney Met Ogawa Shinsuke

Finding new translations will never end. Here's yet another one that I've missed over the years. It's a fine transcription in English of one of the episodes of Microfilms (Daney's radio show). There are so many other episodes that are just as wonderful and could benefit from a translation. 


When Serge Daney Met Ogawa Shinsuke

Transcription of Microfilms with Ogawa Shinsuke. November 5th, 1989. France Culture. Translation by Sis Matthé.

Saturday, October 07, 2023

Love for the Thugs

Balthazar, the Danish film journal, has just published a dossier on Jean-Marie Straub and Danièle Huillet which includes two pieces by Serge Daney written at the occasion of advanced screenings of their films in Paris.


The Straubs

Published on Oct 3rd, 1984 in Libération after the screening of Class Relations. This piece is already on line on Kinoslang. 


Love for the Thugs

An excerpt of “Journal de l’an present”, Daney's introduction to the 3rd edition of Trafic (August 1992), on a screening of Antigone. Reprinted in La Maison cinéma et le monde 4: Le Moment Trafic 1991-1992 (2015, Éditions P.O.L).

Saturday, June 17, 2023

In Praise of Tati

I recently went through old files and found this translation of Serge Daney's Praise of Tati which Andy Rector and I completed a while back. This text from La Rampe means the whole book has somewhat been translated through a patchwork of various efforts over the years. A good teaser for the real thing: Nicholas Eliot's new translation of the book to be published by Semiotext(e) later this year.


In Praise of Tati 

1. Each film by Tati marks at the same time (a) a moment in the work of Jacques Tati, (b) a moment in the history of French cinema and society, and (c) a moment in film history. The six films he has realised since 1948 are among those that have punctuated our history best. Tati isn’t just a rare filmmaker, the author of a few films (all of them good by the way), he’s a living point of reference. We all belong to a period in Tati’s cinema: the author of these lines belongs to the one that stretches from Mon Oncle (1958: the year before the New Wave) to Playtime (1967: the year before the events of May ‘68). There is hardly anybody else barring Chaplin who, since the sound era, has had this privilege, this supreme authority: to be present even when he is not filming, and, when filming, to be precisely up to the moment – that is, just a little bit ahead. Tati: a witness first and last. 

2. A demanding witness, so an awkward one. Early on, Tati refuses easy options. He doesn’t exploit his brand-image; he doesn’t manage the characters he created: the postman in Jour de fête disappears and even Hulot disperses himself – fake Hulots are everywhere criss-crossing Playtime. He takes a comedian’s biggest risk: to lose one’s audience by leading it too far. But where? Admirable as it is, his conscience as an artist would move us less if it were mere aristocratic loftiness or the haughty retreat of a man at odds with his time and with cinema. But it is something else altogether. If we put into perspective the six films that Tati has realised since Jour de fête (1948), we find that they draw a line of convergence which is that of all post-war French cinema. Perhaps because, even though a comedian enjoys fewer permissions than anyone else to distance himself from the present, especially to be critical, with Tati we best perceive, film after film, the typical fluctuation of French cinema between populism and modern art. Who is capable today of capturing and miming the most ordinary gestures (a waiter serving a drink, a police officer directing traffic) while at the same time integrating these gestures into a construction as abstract as a Mondrian painting? Tati of course, the last mime-theoretician. Thus, each one of his films is a witness-milestone of the “how is it going?” of French cinema. This has been the case for thirty years. Jour de fête is the witness of post-war euphoria, Les Vacances de Monsieur Hulot and Mon Oncle testify the longevity of a very French genre (social satire) in the Tradition of Quality, and Playtime, this great emancipatory film, builds La Défense* even before the existence of La Défense, but it already says that French cinema can no longer deal with the gigantism of French reality, that it is no longer – if I may say so – “up to the task”, and that it is going to degrade with internationalisation, meaning the Americanisation which was already threatening the postman in Jour de fête. Effectively, his next two films are no longer entirely French (Traffic is a co-production, a very European film) nor entirely cinema (Parade is a commission for Swedish television).  

3. Tati isn’t just the exemplary and apologetic witness of the retreat of French cinema and the deterioration of the profession, he takes the cinema in its current technological state. And strangely, for someone so often accused of being backward-looking, he just wants to innovate. It’s now a known fact that Tati didn’t wait for anyone to start revamping film soundtracks, as early as Jour de fête. Thirty years later, we’re less aware that Parade is an extraordinary foray into the world of video. In fact, the big subject of Tati’s films is what we today call the media. Not in the limited sense of “the great methods of communication” but in the sense intended by MacLuhan: “the specialised extensions of the mental and psychic capacities of man”, the extensions of our bodies, in sum or in part. Jour de fête is already the story of a postman who, by fussing over the delivery of the message, ends up losing it. A child will end up with the message (a simple letter), but, distracted by a travelling circus, won’t transmit it – a beautiful metaphor for the intransitivity of modern art. But at that stage, the audience has understood that the real message is the medium, the postman, Tati. The media are the fireworks launched too early and by mistake at the end of Les Vacances de Monsieur Hulot that transformed Hulot in an illuminated scarecrow, prefiguring the brilliant ending of Parade where everybody – meaning anyone – becomes the illuminated trace of a colour in an electronic landscape. And the media are also present in Mon Oncle, in this very surprising stance at the time not to make the audience laugh in ridicule at the programmes shown on the TV set bought by the “modern” couple, but to reduce television to the abstract and almost experimental spectacle of sudden changes in intensity of the pale light illuminating the ridiculous garden. The list is endless. Another hundred examples could be mentioned. The essential being that at any moment and for anyone (in a kind of generalisation-democratisation of comedy that is at the great gamble of Tati’s last three films, and perhaps the recognition that we have all become comedians), there is the possibility to become media. From the doorman in Playtime who, because the glass door has been shattered, becomes the door himself, to the maid who is terrorised by the idea of going through the electronic ray that opens the garage door where her bosses have stupidly locked themselves (Mon Oncle), there is for the human body the (threatening and comic) possibility to become itself a limit, a threshold (and not like in Burlesque, scatological depth). Modern art by definition.

4. Tati doesn’t condemn the modern world (shoddy and wasteful) by proving that the old world (thriftiness and human warmth) is better. Apart from Mon Oncle, there is no praise of the old world: we could even say, without too many paradoxes, that he is only interested in one thing: how the world is modernising. And if there is such a thing as a logic in his films, from the country roads of Jour de fête to the highways of Traffic, it is the logic that continues to irreversibly lead men from the countryside to the cities. Tati tends to show that, in accordance with recent (schizoanalytic) descriptions of capitalism, this media future of the human body works very well in as much as it doesn’t function. There are no burlesque catastrophes with Tati (of the type we can still find with the Americans: The Party by Blake Edwards) but rather a fatality in success that evokes Keaton. Everything that is attempted, planned, programmed works, and any comic element comes precisely from the fact that it works. Watching Playtime, we tend to forget that all the attempted actions are reasonably crowned with success: Hulot ends up meeting the man with  the bandaged nose that he had an appointment with, he fixes the lamp post, makes up with the manufacturer of silent doors, he even manages, in extremis, to get a small gift to the young American woman. On the same token, the opening of the Royal Garden is a success: the large majority of guests dine, dance and pay. Nothing really fails in Playtime, but nothing works either. 

5. The cinema has so accustomed us to laugh at failure, to enjoy mockery, that we end up believing that, watching Playtime, we are still laughing against something even though it is nothing of the sort. No “punchline” [chute] with Tati. The gags are always amputated of their punchline, of the moment for laughs. Or it’s the opposite: there is a punchline but we haven’t seen the gag being set up. This is not a crafty and elegant way to generate laughter by playing with ellipses, it’s something deeper: we are in a world where the less it works the more it works, so in a world where a punchline does not have the demystifying or awakening effect that it would have had if failure was still a possibility. The same goes with the other meaning of the word chute [fall]. We are dealing with bodies that are not made comical because they can fall. This is the non-humanist side of Tati’s cinema. What has always been “human” in comedy is to laugh at the one who falls. Laughter is only unique to man (to the spectator) if falling is unique to the human body (on spectacle). Chaplin is the archetype of the one who falls, who gets back up and who makes others fall, the king of tripping. In Tati’s film, one rarely falls because there is nothing “uniquely human” anymore. For me, one of the most beautiful moments of Playtime is when a client of Royal Garden, thinking that a waiter is offering a chair, sits down without looking back (she’s a snob) and falls in slow motion. Funny gag, very beautiful fall, but what are we exactly laughing about? And what are we laughing about in Parade when the audience is asked to mount an uncontrollable mule? Or when the clowns keep falling on top of each other after jumping over a pommel horse? Falling in these instances is merely a movement of the body like any other. As a non-humanist filmmaker, Tati is logically fascinated by the human species, this animal described by Giraudoux as standing upright “to receive less rain and pin more medals to his chest”. What is comical for Tati, is that it stands upright and that it works, and that it can work. Infinite surprise, inexhaustible spectacle. 

To the dialectics of the up and down, of what is erected or collapses (the carnivalesque tradition, a situation illustrated by Buñuel: from the insect-level camera to Simon of the desert on top of his column), Tati would be substituting another comedy where it is the act of standing upright which is funny and the act of wobbling (how Hulot walks) which is human.   

* La Defense:  Europe's largest purpose-built business district, located on the outskirts of Paris. 

First published in Cahiers du Cinéma, issue 303, September 1979. Re-printed in La rampe, cahiers critiques 1970-1982, Gallimard, 1983. Translation by Laurent Kretzschmar and Andy Rector.

Friday, May 05, 2023

Upcoming Translation of La Rampe (The Footlights)

Thanks to @(yknmb77) for being the first to spot that Nicholas Elliott's translation of La Rampe for Semiotext(e) has appeared on the internet. There is very little detail about the book so far and you can ignore the announced publication date (it certainly wasn't published last December; I know that Nicholas was still working on it at the time). 

But it's fantastic news to see Semiotext(e) continuing to publish Daney in English. If you want to know more about La Rampe, Daney's first book, head here. A lot of its content has been published online over the years.

Sunday, March 05, 2023

Balls so heavily loaded...

© Christian Poulin 2023
Daney loved tennis, and wrote about it with the same inventivity as his film criticism.

Balls so heavily loaded...
Have you ever watched a tennis match on mute, switching off the sound of your TV? Yes, in all likelihood. You must have observed the extent to which it is no longer the same thing: of course, it’s still very beautiful to watch, very choreographic and all that, but there is suddenly a strong feeling of unreality, of gratuitousness, a somewhat boring prettiness. The sound is missing: the murmurs of the crowd, the referee’s announcements in English, Connors’ grunts etc. But what is missing above all is the sound of the ball, the regular cadence of this noise that may reasonably be compared to heartbeats. If you have played tennis and have become blind (an admittedly absurd hypothesis, but a useful one for my demonstration), you would know how to identify the types of shots from their sound: a first and a second serve don’t produce the same music, an ace produces a specific sound, a topspin lob and a high volley are not the same. And if, blind or not, you have never played tennis in your life, it’s no different: the sound of the ball is what keeps you in the match, what allows you to stay focused and avoid being distracted by thousand different incidents in the image. This sound allows you to not see everything; it regulates your vision.
Have you ever seen a tennis ball? Yes, in all likelihood. At least one of those old tennis balls that one throws against the wall in the schoolyard, deflated, hairy, dead. And what about those balls, yellow at Roland-Garros and white at Wimbledon, that, over a few games, are hit with a great violence before ending up in the hands of the children that collect them? The tennis ball is seamless, its weight must not exceed 58.47 grams and its diameter would cause a scandal if it were smaller than 0.0635 metre. A tennis ball is a very concrete object.
Have you ever thought about what a tennis ball represents? For example, if you are watching tennis on television, it represents your gaze. This is why the cameras are always located high up, so that you don’t miss an inch of the ball’s trajectories, so that you don’t lose sight of your gaze, and so that, from your armchair, you can distinguish between the awful balls that are out and the flawless ones that are in. And because it’s flattering to be placed in the position of the umpire, you don’t ask yourself if, perhaps, tennis might be filmed differently. Ignoring the ball, if I may say so, losing sight of it for an instant? But that’s a different story.
For minor players, even for the good ones, the ball is an object to get rid of at any cost, and get rid of properly, if they want to play well. But it’s completely different for great players. There must surely be a moment when this concrete, hairy and regulated object becomes abstract, ideal and phantasmal. The ball, constantly racing to either side of the net, embodies many things: hatred, phobia, self-assertion, fear of winning, desire to lose or to punish. In any case, each player rushes toward it, enacting a sort of choreographic enigma. And who can say that it’s not a part of their body or even of their soul that they are sending away when returning  the ball? 
Take Connors. He “leans into the ball”, as they say, grunting even. He goes even further:  he wraps his body around the ball like a pelota player in a large court. If he could follow the ball to the opposite side, he would do so. Sometimes, no longer able to contain himself, he breaks a taboo and jumps over the net (which is forbidden), trying to make us understand that he and the ball are one and  the same thing. He’s a formidable fighter who wants to be everywhere, and when he returns the ball, it’s himself that he propels forward, to the great satisfaction of the audience who intuitively understand the generosity inherent in the way that Connors is the ball.  
Take Borg now. He’s not a very talkative player, dispiritingly lucid and modest. Yet, he always says the same thing: I am the best because I play each point as if it were the match point. For him, no minor balls, only major ones. If he played against you, not only would he win (6-0, 6-0, 6-0), he would also find a way to play each point  as if his life depended on it. He’s overdoing it, you would say once defeated. But no. Borg’s supremacy these last few years has only been about that: for him, the ball is just the ball, it doesn’t mean anything, it carries no affect, no hate, no desire to please or to be loved. As Gertrude Stein might say “a ball is a ball is a ball is…” 
There remains the McEnroe mystery. Observe him between volleys, he’s the opposite of Borg. Borg is a moving object that must never stop: his legwork, his way of shuffling back to the baseline, of constantly moving, his presence are impressive to all his opponents. Except for McEnroe. Between two shots, in a time window that might be infinitesimal, the American unwinds, disassembles himself, withdraws. I’m not talking about his mind, which is sharper than a fox, I’m talking about his body and this bit of the subconscious that courses through his body. He is so proud and big-headed that he always seems a bit surprised to see the ball coming back at  him. For him, the ball is the other, less the adversary than adversity itself, forcing him, to the joy of everyone, to face up.  

First published in Libération, 7 July 1981. Reprinted in Ciné journal, 1981-1986, Cahiers du cinéma, 1986. Translated by Laurent Kretzschmar and Srikanth Srinivasan.   

Saturday, December 31, 2022

Serge Daney in 2022

Daney making his only "film": Proof by Prince in 1988
Here's the usual yearly round-up. 

2022 marked thirty years since Serge Daney passed away and, in the context of this blog's title, the big event was the publication of The Cinema House and the World, the first book of English translations of Daney's writings. Clearly the highlight of the year and a must-read if you follow this blog.

I normally do a count of new translations in the year but the new book added about 200 texts. Sticking to new translations freely avaiable, fifteen were released this year, links below.

Night of the Living Dead 

The Off-Screen Discourse 

Political Space - Stories of A

Rio Bravo, An Adult Art

Rio Lobo, The One Grows Old 

Tennnis' Telegenic Advantage

Apocalypse Now

Grey Matter

A Moral of Perception (Straub-Huillet’s From the Clouds to the Resistance)

Notes on Saló

The State - Syberberg (“Hitler, a film from Germany”)

Samuel Fuller, Bad Reputation

White Dog, Samuel Fuller

The Fury of Storytelling (The Big Red One)

Wim's Movie

With now a significant chunk of Daney's writing available in English (although it's still less than 20% of his total output), it can be hard to make sense of the chronology. Check out Daney's bibliography in case it helps. 

Here's to more good news on Daney. There are at least three books on Daney in the making (in French: Pierre Eugène's critical reading of Daney's early period and Emmanuel Bourdeau's biography, and in English: a collection of essays from a multi-year seminar on Daney). We could also see Semiotext(e), the publishers of this year's highlight, release another book. 

I rarely mention non-Daney topics but one can't ignore the passing of the "strobgoard" or "JMS/JLG" (including Danièle Huillet) who were so important to Daney. Major losses.

Happy New Year to you all.