domino harvey wrote: Wed Oct 03, 2018 6:27 pmSince there's only two films left, I guess I'll watch
La vilain and
Le créateur just to say I've seen them all. Maybe one of these two will cause me to reevaluate my thoughts on Dupontel's comic sensibilities
I didn't actually believe this would happen when I wrote this, but lo and behold...
Le créateur (1999) is in many ways your typical indulgent sophomore slump, another weird, personal project a director chooses to make in the wake of his first success that inevitably bombs and scares him back into retreading what proved more popular. Only I liked this mess much more than the mess that preceded it! Dupontel plays a failed novelist turned playwright who struggles to recreate his first success on stage for his followup project. Yes, we are in the meta realm of commenting on the very thing we’re seeing here, and for much of the film Dupontel’s movie is pretentious and overly pleased with this garden variety self-reflexiveness. The playwright discovers that the creative juices only start to flow once he accidentally murders a neighbor’s cat, which soon leads to killing humans in order to curb his writer’s block. Dupontel gives an audience hoping to see
Bernie 2.0 a completely different comic figure, and I was shocked that in a storyline that naturally lends itself to prurient violence, the murders here are actually rather subdued and more about their narrative function than scoring cheap shock points. I also thought the last fifteen minutes or so were quite clever in how they pivoted the film into its actual focus, arrogance, and the absurdity of the final killing spree and Dupontel’s solution to finishing his play are, well, unexpected to say the least. That said, it must
also be said that Dupontel over-directs most of the film, and there’s an unmodulated showiness to virtually every scene that renders the film somewhat impotent creatively. Over-virtuosity like this usually signals deep insecurities about the material from the director (see:
Arabesque), and indeed perhaps Dupontel was right to be unsure, since this is the only one of his six features as director to bomb at the box office.
Le vilain (2009) was the last of Dupontel’s six features I watched and it floored me, because for once everything Dupontel tries to do in these comedies actually works. This is a black comedy that shows it’s possible to be daring and macabre and still maintain a light touch— unbelievably, I think I ended up liking it even more than
Au revoir là-haut! Catherine Frot in old lady makeup plays Dupontel’s mom, who discovers late in life that her estranged son is a lowlife criminal. Frot reasons that this must be why God has cursed her with a very specific form of bad luck: she cannot be harmed no matter what manner of freak accident she encounters, because God is keeping her alive for a purpose. And with her son’s return, she realizes that God’s plan for her must be rehabilitating her son. The genius conceit of this is that the better a person Dupontel becomes, the nearer to death his mom gets, and since Duponel grows to love his mother, this causes a back and forth struggle in his behaviors and actions that delighted me. The film has jokes as pitch black as those in
Bernie, but it’s in how they’re relayed and what the stakes are that allow the viewer to laugh. Oh yeah, I actually laughed during this, a lot, because
it’s funny. Will miracles never cease?
Frot’s character is especially notable, because it’s really the only interesting, well-written, and well-performed female character in his entire oeuvre. Rather than make her a doddering fool, Dupontel wisely instead allows her to be smart. Wiser still, he allows himself to be smart. I think one of the reasons this and
Le créateur work and Dupontel’s other three comedies don’t is because he’s not playing an idiot in either of these, and thus he’s able to find more amusing notes to ring. He’s good here, but he also gets out of the way of Frot, who is given all of the best moments and ably carries the movie. I don’t know much about the politics of the Cesar awards, but how Frot could be nominated for absolute nothing perfs like in
La Tourneuse de pages and yet turn up empty handed for this movie is beyond me. And of course the usual crew of Dupontel’s gang of regular actors also make their expected appearance. The film has all of Dupontel’s typical visual stylishness and intelligence, and I loved this playful example of shot-reverse shot that cuts back and forth within the same composition, only changing who is reflected in each shot— brilliant!
Dupontel seems to have had the foresight to anticipate a potential English audience, as I believe rather unusually all French DVD/Blu-ray releases of his films feature English subs… except the Blu-ray for
Le vilain! Merde!
+++++
Well, this mini viewing exercise sure ended a lot better than it began! Overall, here’s how I’d rank all of Dupontel’s films, from best to worst:
Le vilain
Au revoir là-haut
Le créateur
Enfermés dehors
9 mois ferme
Bernie