Black Hat wrote:Gu was who he was and although the profession he chose forced him to make tough choices just as many professions do, even murder, I think he was far from a scumbag. The loyalty he invoked with his girl and friends speaks to that.
You have a point, but notice the contradiction in your wording: 'the profession he
chose forced him to make tough
choices'. When you say 'Gu was who he was', this echoes Manouche's declaration of unwavering faith, 'Gu is Gu'. I don't think the film is so much about external forces cornering Gu into doing certain things; it's more about some unalterable part of his inner being manifesting itself in his actions. He talks about this in his fateful conversation on the beach, in terms of 'mentalité' - translated by Criterion as 'principles', but it also means 'mindset'. Gu cannot change who he is. In the context of that conversation, he is saying that he could never violate his 'mentalité' by ratting on his colleagues. But the killing of the motorcycle cop is another manifestation of this same mindset, this same set of so-called principles. Everyone involved in the robbery is aware that killing the policemen is 'wrong', but they do it because they 'have to'. One has to ask - why do they have to? Because they want to steal the platinum and get rich?
This leads to an even deeper problem. It would seem that Gu is motivated by simple greed, and just as we are made to sympathise with the murders on the basis that they are necessary, so we are made to sympathise with his greed on the basis that he needs to flee the country but also needs money to start a new life. Again, necessity drives him - but again, he only needs to flee the country because of the robbery he committed and was imprisoned for ten years earlier. In a different kind of film, this would be a story about how one bad choice engenders a spree of tragic actions, each apparently dictated by 'necessity', but each in fact a consequence of the original sin.
Le deuxième souffle is not like this, because we don't see the protagonist's 'original sin'. He simply is who he is - he just
is a criminal, a robber, a murderer.
zedz wrote:Rather than be doomed from the start, I have to believe that Gu really was serious about leaving France and starting a new life, but the way I see the film, as the plot progresses he slowly realizes that he's been outmanoeuvred by circumstance (as soon as he "has to" kill those thugs - but again, this is a choice, as is his indifference to covering the deed up - he knows he's compromised), and fatalism sets in. Towards the end of the film, he understands that the chances of getting out of this alive are pretty remote, so his Plan B becomes Dying a Good Death.
On the surface, it does seem that Gu was serious about his escape plan; jindianajonz has also said that there would have been a real possibility of Gu fleeing and leading a happy life if the robbery (or rather, its aftermath) had gone to plan. I don't believe this. Can we really imagine Gu being happy, under any circumstances? Those two shots where he's sitting reading the paper and eating the paté are the best examples we can come up with. That's about as much happiness as he seems capable of expressing. Gu's problem isn't that he's broke, or that he may go back to jail, and the solution to his problem isn't an escape to Italy or Miami. Like most of Melville's protagonists, Gu is suffering from the inherent and inescapable solitude of the human condition.
I like to read this Melvillean solitude in two ways: on the one hand, it stems from mortality, from the fact that we are all going to die alone; much more interestingly, it can be seen as stemming from narcissism. Narcissism, for me, is by far the richest theme in Melville's work. So here are a few rambling thoughts on the subject, with reference to this film.
Ginette Vincendeau, in her book (An American in Paris), distinguishes Gu from the typical Melvillean narcissist (best exemplified by Alain Delon) on the basis that he doesn't cut as dashing a figure as Delon would do in the later films. Instead, he appears dishevelled, lower-class, sometimes anonymous, and takes relatively little care over his appearance. There are exceptions, most notably the scene where Gu painstakingly brushes his hair - but more than this, I would say that Gu is a classic narcissist in ways that go much deeper than dress sense or grooming.
colinr0380 wrote: I think Gu rebuffing Manouche in small ways, but ones which lead to his tragic end, is perhaps apparent as early as in the scene where Manouche sends word that she is going to visit and cook for Gu in the safehouse, only to find on her arrival that he has already cooked. A touching moment, but one which suggests that Gu doesn't really want to allow Manouche to be making the decisions for him.
This is a great example. He cooks the meal, not because he wants to do something nice for Manouche, but in order to show her that he is independent of her, that he is self-sufficient. He says that he has cooked for her because she is his guest, but he's hardly an ideal host except in the most superficial ways, and the following conversation only accentuates the gulf between them. Gu pessimistically but casually discusses his own fate, and Manouche tries to involve herself in it. Finally she reaches out her hand across the table, and Gu makes an effort to smile as he takes it. Then he moves to open the champagne, clearly not comfortable with this moment of intimacy. Manouche looks at him with a kind of horror. Is this because she knows he is right, and that his days are numbered - or is it because she realises that she is permanently shut out from his world, that he essentially feels nothing for her, and yet that she loves him too much to detach herself from him? This moment is repeated at the end, after Gu knocks Orloff out. And it's true of most of Gu's relationships in the film...
Mr Sausage wrote:Part of the reason we, as a viewer, feel well-disposed to this (as you say) scumbag is that he's surrounded by such decent, loyal, self-sacrificing people (Manouche, Alban, Orloff), to the point where you believe there has to be a good reason they're all so kind to him. Their own virtues rub off on him. It's hard not to feel how selfish he is, tho', considering he never does a single thing for any of them in turn and even throws away all of their careful concern when he runs to his death
Again I would say this is clearly a tenable reading, but I would approach it from the other direction. These people are like Echo to Gu's Narcissus - their virtues don't rub off on him, he sucks them in like a black hole. Narcissists go through life damaging people left right and centre, and those people lie bleeding in the narcissist's wake, saying 'He can't help himself - he is who he is'. It's a curious fact of life that such utter self-absorption is weirdly seductive (zedz just mentioned this too) but in fact it isn't hard to see why. We love and admire such people largely, I think, out of a kind of envy. To be that self-sufficient, that solitary, that detached from other people, is as impressive as it is reprehensible, and people with these qualities tend to elicit fierce loyalty, and passionate affection, from others. I think they often become politicians.
matrixschmatrix wrote:As far as the glamorization of criminals- in one respect, that seems a ludicrous notion, as Gu's lifestyle is hardscrabble and mean, and pointed inevitably towards death; we see him riding the bus, sleeping in shithole hotel rooms, and isolating himself further and further throughout the narrative, but we never see anything like the material rewards of a big score. Yet it's not totally off base, as Gu's archaic sense of honor is itself alluring, and the reason that we as an audience can be brought to care for a cold blooded murderer- he's glamorous in the sense that he's a rather romantic figure, a man with a code more absolute than would be an adherence to the law or to conventional morality
Gu does indeed adhere to a code that is more absolute than adherence to the law or morality. As I said above, it's a code that justifies any given action - robbery, murder, cruelty - on the basis that the action is 'necessary', even though it usually isn't. This is also a code that enshrines loyalty as the highest principle of all, and demonises informers even when (like Therese in
Le doulos) they are courageously helping the authorities to tackle crime by putting themselves in serious danger. A code that sentences such people to torture and death, while idolising thieves and killers, might already seem pretty well suited to the narcissistic temperament, since it is transparently designed to sustain indefensible behaviour in a circular and irrational way. Yet we might want to buy into the notion that these thieves and killers are really more principled than the cops trying to bring them down, and police corruption is certainly another running theme in Melville's work.
So is this fundamental principle of the gangster's code - loyalty - not about sustaining indefensible behaviour, but about protecting a truly principled community from the corrupt forces that threaten it? (As Mattei says in
Le cercle rouge, the police are nothing without informers; I think Blot says something similar.) Are these gangsters representatives of an almost-lost golden age when the bonds between men really meant something?
Such a reading might work for films like
Touchez pas au grisbi or
Le trou; for instance, think of Jean Gabin's bond with Riton in the former, and the bereft look on his face at the end. For all the bleakness of that film, it invests deeply and earnestly in the emotional bonds between the characters, and as such is deeply moving. It seems to me that there is nothing like this in Melville's work. Whenever a meaningful bond is hinted at, the film goes on to dissolve or undermine it. Are Gu and Paul Ricci really good friends? At moments, they seem to be, but look at that wonderful sequence, just before the robbery, where Paul is looking down at the ants, and then the camera tracks along that metal railing to find Gu at the other end of it, in the same posture. That shot is about distance and alienation - solitude, above all - not connections. And as for the ants...
jindianajonz wrote:Throughout the film, when Gu follow's the code, things go relatively well for him- He is able to escape prison with dignity and have his reputation intact because he didn't squeal while he was on the inside. Presumably, the fact that he was considered trustworthy is what allowed him to escape in the first place, since it is unlikely his plot would have been successful if there was some element of mistrust between the escapees (see Le Trou). Once on the outside, it is this adherence to the code that gets Gu a part in the heist, and I think the entire heist scene is a testament to how the code works- the trust, honor, and discipline allows these men to work so closely together as limbs of a single body that they no longer need words to communicate while the heist is going on. This is emphasized by the scene where Paul Ricci watches ants crawling along the ground; immediately following the scene we see the heist, which contains a number of long shots of the black-suited men working together against the same pale backdrop as the ants, implying that as the ants work for the greater good of their colony, these men work for the greater good of their team. It is their code that allows this level of collaboration to occur without doubt, questioning, or conflict mucking things up.
The problem I have with this reading is that the ants in that shot are not shown 'working for the greater good of their colony'. They're just crawling around in various random directions on that barren patch of ground, and the image is suggestive of futility rather than meaningful communal action. You're absolutely right about the men working like a well-oiled machine during the heist. Heists are usually among the highlights of Melville's films. But what, ultimately, is the point of these exploits? To get money? This of course never works out, but even if it did, would it cure these men's existential angst? I think the point of the heists has nothing to do with any alleged outcome. The heist is more self-contained than that. It is impressive activity, plain and simple, like a conjuring trick or a feat of strength or agility. I call Gu a narcissist because all his words and actions are directed, not towards clearly defined outcomes, not towards the fulfilment of 'principles' in the normal sense of the word, and not towards the happiness or even survival of other human beings, but simply towards the maintenance of his - Gu Minda's - image, by which I mean both his self-image and the way he is perceived by others.
He tells Fardiano, 'I'm not proud of killing the motorcycle cop'. But what is he, then? Ashamed? In the context of that scene, he is only making this claim in order to signal Fardiano's impending death, so it's really a sadistic taunt rather than a confession. In any case, it's typical of his general attitude towards the killings. He kills innocent people but he says he's not proud of it, and anyway he had to do it. So he's really an honourable man, see?
Fardiano is the only one who challenges Gu about the moral implications of the robbery, and as matrix said earlier the film seems to deprive Fardiano's self-righteousness of any credibility by having him torture Paul Ricci during the very same sequence. And to balance out what zedz says about the lack of special pleading for Gu, I do think it's important to acknowledge the extent to which this film celebrates its protagonist, if only on the most superficial level of the narrative. The film insistently tells us what a good, honourable, strong, tragic man Gu Minda is, and it has hundreds of ways of telling us this. The nearest analogue I can think of is Winding Refn's
Drive, an overt celebration of masculine strength, self-sufficiency and self-assertion, but one riddled with cracks and loose ends (in that case, the hero's psychotic violence is the not-very-subtle clue that the film as a whole is set within the deluded fantasies of a crazed narcissist).
Melville was about to perfect his treatment of this theme in the Delon films. Think about the epigraph to
Le samourai: it's something like, 'There is no greater solitude than that of the samurai, unless it is that of the tiger in the jungle, perhaps.' Melville's eloquent invention here sums up the process whereby narcissism translates into a kind of impressive and tragic 'solitude'. This man isn't a lonely sociopath who kills strangers for money. No, he's a samurai, a tiger in the jungle - but the 'perhaps' is crucial here. Does it suggest that the samurai may be even more solitary than the tiger, and does this make the samurai 'more' or 'less' than the tiger - more formidable, or more pathetic? Is Jef Costello's final action at the end of the film a grand gesture of honour, or an admission that he is empty and impotent beneath that impeccably angled hat?
jindianajonz wrote:I also get a sense that Antoine, Orlaff, and Gu are three stages in the life of the same archetypal person. Antoine is the youthful, with more physical prowess (he is able to kill a cop with three bullets while Gu took four, and at a longer range too) but less experience and instinct, which leads to him being swayed by Jo. Orlaff is the peak- he has more developed instincts than Antoine (as seen when he is able to outsmart him with his hidden gun trick) and isn't physically burdened by age in the same way Gu is (we see Gu almost missing the jump when escaping from the prison, was struggling to keep up with the train, and had to use 8 shots to kill the two thugs who tried to rob Manouche). It is because of this that Orlaff is the only person who manages to escape these events unscathed. I admit there isn't much evidence to this hypothesis, but I figured I'd throw it out there if anybody wants to help support it or shoot it down.
I think this is a great point, and might try and post about it again later on, but just wanted to mention that this pattern is also visible right at the start in the differing ages of the three escapees: one is very young, and overshoots the wall and dies; Gu is the eldest, and almost misses the wall; in between is a man in his prime, who has no real problem jumping to the wall, or jumping onto and then off the train - and indeed, he apparently does a better job of choosing his own death, and choosing it for some reason besides that he is 'sick of life', than Gu finally does. The epigraph is worth considering in relation to that whole opening sequence. The one who falls doesn't exactly choose his death, does he?
You can also see the same age range in Le cercle rouge, with Vogel, Corey and Jansen. Different layers of the one narcissistic personality, perhaps?
One final thought/question: what connections might be made between the references to 'derision' in the epigraph to this film and that of
Un flic? And, I guess, the laughing Buddha at the start of
Le cercle rouge?