Re: La Jetée (Chris Marker, 1962)
Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 9:15 am
I've never quite managed to warm to this film (voted for The Seventh Seal this round), but it's certainly a fascinating experiment, and gets more interesting the more I watch it. One thing that strikes me is that we almost never see the two central characters looking at each other at the same time. The only exception, I think, is when they're on the park bench and she wakes up, and even then it's not entirely clear whether he is looking her in the eye. This contributes to the sense that these two lovers are always on the verge of making contact, always at cross-purposes to each other, spatially and temporally if not emotionally.
Because we only see still photographs of their encounters, the interactions between them are always elided. We’re told at the start that the man is obsessively attached to a memory from his childhood, and that opening sequence establishes the principle that memories are represented as still, inert images – like Proust’s madeleine, or Scotty’s Madeline in Vertigo (Marker plays on this connection in Immemory, I think, judging from a clip in the ‘Chris on Chris’ feature where we see images of Proust and Hitchcock side by side), these still images are frozen moments from the past which spark a series of associations, emotions and desires. In the same way, the photos we see of the burgeoning romance imply a relationship without quite representing one – and the relationship itself is always a kind of implicit relationship, one that would happen if the space-and-time-lines matched up. Just as the man comes from somewhere beyond the rings of the sequoia tree, so he and the woman are always slightly out of each other’s reach.
The moments when the two lovers really do seem to connect are the ones where we see the woman looking into the camera, at us. There are a couple of stills like this (for instance, when the man first goes back in time and sees the woman smiling at him from her car), but of course the clearest example is the moment when the still image comes to life and the woman smiles and blinks three times at the camera.
In Sans Soleil the narrator (or Sandor Krasna in a letter, I can’t remember) says something like ‘Is there anything more stupid than the rule which says you should never look into the camera?’, and highlights a particular moment when a woman looks into the camera for one 24th of a second, the length of a single frame; and what’s crucial is precisely that it is a brief, fleeting moment of real connection. It also seems to be something remembered and preserved in film, like the single frames we see in La Jetée. But the narrator of Sans Soleil also talks about the importance of consuming the present moment now, of savouring it; they talk about the dangers of forgetting this principle (citing the girl who pushed another girl out of a window for criticising the school team), or of holding a still image, or memory, for too long and causing it to burn in the projector (someone correct me if I have this wrong).
In La Jetée, it’s as if the apocalyptic war has reduced existence to a series of stills, memories of peacetime that people cling to, or painful moments in the present they would rather not inhabit and ‘live through’ – or perhaps the point is that these present-day experiences are immediately converted into memories, and returned to over and over again, precisely because they are traumatic. After all, the memory from which the whole story stems is fixed in the hero’s mind due to both its beauty and violence.
When the woman comes to life during what seems to be the consummation of the love affair, we get a single moment that is not frozen into a still memory – and is built up to by a series of stills that almost seem to ‘animate’ the sleeping woman – but is inhabited and lived through. And it’s significant that this moment does not show the two characters looking at each other, but makes the camera – and therefore us – occupy the place of the hero. I feel starved of something while watching the still photographs pass by. They don’t provide the kind of animation I’m used to responding to in a ‘moving picture’, and this is what makes the film’s dystopian vision of the future so chilling. (Worth noting that the vision of 4001, when it finally arrives, is also more ‘animated’ than the rest of the film, though in a different way.) It’s also what makes those few seconds of movement so powerful, making us share the hero’s sense of relief and fulfilment as this thirst is finally quenched. What else it suggests about the process of making and watching films, I’m not sure, but it certainly works on an emotional level.
It may also be significant that the lovers look at each other after the woman wakes up (just after he reflects on the fact that she will die in this part of the timeline), and that she comes to life after she wakes up again later in the film – and that going back into the past is described as waking up / coming back to life as an adult – and that the narrator’s moment of emotional awakening, when he saw the woman, was also the moment of his own death. But again, I’m not sure what it all means.
Because we only see still photographs of their encounters, the interactions between them are always elided. We’re told at the start that the man is obsessively attached to a memory from his childhood, and that opening sequence establishes the principle that memories are represented as still, inert images – like Proust’s madeleine, or Scotty’s Madeline in Vertigo (Marker plays on this connection in Immemory, I think, judging from a clip in the ‘Chris on Chris’ feature where we see images of Proust and Hitchcock side by side), these still images are frozen moments from the past which spark a series of associations, emotions and desires. In the same way, the photos we see of the burgeoning romance imply a relationship without quite representing one – and the relationship itself is always a kind of implicit relationship, one that would happen if the space-and-time-lines matched up. Just as the man comes from somewhere beyond the rings of the sequoia tree, so he and the woman are always slightly out of each other’s reach.
The moments when the two lovers really do seem to connect are the ones where we see the woman looking into the camera, at us. There are a couple of stills like this (for instance, when the man first goes back in time and sees the woman smiling at him from her car), but of course the clearest example is the moment when the still image comes to life and the woman smiles and blinks three times at the camera.
In Sans Soleil the narrator (or Sandor Krasna in a letter, I can’t remember) says something like ‘Is there anything more stupid than the rule which says you should never look into the camera?’, and highlights a particular moment when a woman looks into the camera for one 24th of a second, the length of a single frame; and what’s crucial is precisely that it is a brief, fleeting moment of real connection. It also seems to be something remembered and preserved in film, like the single frames we see in La Jetée. But the narrator of Sans Soleil also talks about the importance of consuming the present moment now, of savouring it; they talk about the dangers of forgetting this principle (citing the girl who pushed another girl out of a window for criticising the school team), or of holding a still image, or memory, for too long and causing it to burn in the projector (someone correct me if I have this wrong).
In La Jetée, it’s as if the apocalyptic war has reduced existence to a series of stills, memories of peacetime that people cling to, or painful moments in the present they would rather not inhabit and ‘live through’ – or perhaps the point is that these present-day experiences are immediately converted into memories, and returned to over and over again, precisely because they are traumatic. After all, the memory from which the whole story stems is fixed in the hero’s mind due to both its beauty and violence.
When the woman comes to life during what seems to be the consummation of the love affair, we get a single moment that is not frozen into a still memory – and is built up to by a series of stills that almost seem to ‘animate’ the sleeping woman – but is inhabited and lived through. And it’s significant that this moment does not show the two characters looking at each other, but makes the camera – and therefore us – occupy the place of the hero. I feel starved of something while watching the still photographs pass by. They don’t provide the kind of animation I’m used to responding to in a ‘moving picture’, and this is what makes the film’s dystopian vision of the future so chilling. (Worth noting that the vision of 4001, when it finally arrives, is also more ‘animated’ than the rest of the film, though in a different way.) It’s also what makes those few seconds of movement so powerful, making us share the hero’s sense of relief and fulfilment as this thirst is finally quenched. What else it suggests about the process of making and watching films, I’m not sure, but it certainly works on an emotional level.
It may also be significant that the lovers look at each other after the woman wakes up (just after he reflects on the fact that she will die in this part of the timeline), and that she comes to life after she wakes up again later in the film – and that going back into the past is described as waking up / coming back to life as an adult – and that the narrator’s moment of emotional awakening, when he saw the woman, was also the moment of his own death. But again, I’m not sure what it all means.