Sunday, April 13, 2014

WAY OF A GAUCHO (Jacques Tourneur, 1952)


A film where humans don't emote for a second longer than needed.

The story itself...Martin is the titular gaucho, who embodies the gaucho way to its core. After his father died, he was taken in and raised by the father of Miguel, a more educated gaucho who has embraced the Europeanization of Argentine society. The film opens with Martin and Miguel's seeming reunion, but quickly picks up Martin's story once he kills a man while dueling at Miguel's party (for his friend's honor no less). Miguel arranges for Martin to join the army as a way out of jail, gently pushing for Martin to accept the inevitability of social change in Argentina and to give up his antiquated gaucho code. Martin is naturally resistant, but finds a different variation of anti-gauchoism in Major Salinas, his commanding officer, who wants to take Martin's gaucho instincts but refashion them into those of a disciplined soldier. This is equally unappealing, so Martin deserts, seeking out the supposed gauchos who exist in the mountains, but actually running into Teresa, a wealthy friend of Miguel's who has been taken by an Indian while out riding. Martin saves Teresa and the a romance quietly begins to ensue. Nonetheless, Martin brings Teresa back home, where the army is somehow waiting for him. Salinas doesn't execute him, but continues with his goal to break down his wild spirit, now through more torturous means. Martin escapes yet again, leaving Salinas with one arm as a parting gift, and decides to take the name Valverde as the leader of a new band of gauchos committed to defending their land from development.

Much more happens, but an extended explanation seems not worthwhile frankly. Like in other Tourneur films, a character is possessed. Martin's obsession with his gaucho identity propels him on an almost solipsistic quest to reclaim the fading past of Argentina. In the vein of the cangaceiros of Antonio Das Mortes, the gaucho is a practically transcendent force that exists outside the ecosystem of so-called development.

The fatalism here seems displaced, falling much more on those who try to subvert Martin's mission than Martin himself. Take the early party scene, where he jumps into the duel almost absurdly undeterred by all the politicians and police officers surrounding him. Or when Martin is compelled to confess his sins so the priest will marry him and Teresa, only to immediately kill a passing soldier who has become suspicious. Doom appears to converge onto Martin at every turn in the story, especially when he tries to (re)unite with Teresa, but it is rarely successful and actually seems to hang more over the head of someone like Salinas.

After reading Chris Fujiwara's chapter on the film in his excellent Jacques Tourneur: The Cinema of Nightfall, I am rather unsure how to read the ending. Fujiwara reads the ending as the culmination what he saw throughout the film- an emphasis on the futility of the gaucho way. He argues that Martin gives himself up, his surrender seemingly resolute and signifying his willingness to embrace a civilized life with Teresa and child. I don't know. The film consciously ends with Martin marching past Salinas to get married, rather than surrender itself. Again, if anything Salinas is the one looking disappointed or defeated. It felt to me like an inverse of the near ending of Ozu's The End of Summer, where Setsuko Hara's boss smiles and looks out his window, saying something to the effect of "Isn't Tokyo beautiful?" Ozu cuts to the tiny street he's looking at and then the reverse shot as if someone were on the sidewalk looking up at the office's tiny window among many identical tiny windows in its building. What is this world we live in? it seems to ask.









Tuesday, April 1, 2014

A TALE OF WINTER (ERIC ROHMER, 1992)


"Nevers is a big, lively city"
"Sometimes I lie"

Felicie is torn between two men: Maxence, a hairdresser with refined taste, and Loic, an intellectual librarian. Yet neither compares to Charles, the cook she fell in love in five years ago on her summer vacation. By a stupid slip of the tongue, she gave him the wrong address during their parting- she to Paris and he to America- and never heard from him again. Now she tries to pursue a reality to which she can resign herself, while not so secretly holding out hope that Charles will somehow reappear.

The paradoxical tone of the film may be best described as something like "fairy tale realism." Rohmer employs a fairy tale-like narrative, but refashions it so that it still looks and sounds like a simple, talky Rohmer film (excluding his more experimental projects).

There is Elise, for example, Felicie's daughter born out of her summer fling with Charles. She is in some ways a physical remnant of the dreamy prologue where we see the two lovers bond on the beach. But the relationship between Felicie and Elise is all but dreamlike. Felicie clearly loves her daughter, but she is by no means a great mother. She certainly doesn't project her love for Charles onto Elise the way one might expect. There is some intrusion of reality, in terms of Felicie's financial situation that forces Elise to live with her grandmother. But one senses that Felicie's concerns about romance and identity clash with her will to care for Elise.

The conclusion of the film also falls under this mode of fairy tale realism. Charles actually appears! Seated across from Felicie on a bus in Paris! Even more, he's single, dealt with some amicable breakups like Felicie, and jumps right into the daddy role when he learns that Elise is his daughter. Yet Rohmer never sensationalizes this "twist." He even leaves the happy ending open-ended, as Felicie realizes that she needs to think over Charles' offer to live with him before she makes another rash decision. She is surely thinking of her brief, ill-fated time in Nevers with Maxence, which strained her relationship with Elise.

So Rohmer concludes with the realistic manifestation of what seems like fantasy. And it just so happens that this is the most directly religious film I've seen of his, in spite of how often he is distinguished from his peers by his Catholic background. The key scene here is the brilliant car ride between her and Loic after the two see a production of Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale (which is moving by virtue of how much Felicie is moved by it), of which Rohmer shows the end where the statue of Hermione- thought dead- comes to life. Loic (a lapsed Catholic) wonders aloud if it was magic that brought the statue to life or just logic- perhaps she was never even dead. Felicie, who was affected by this scene for obvious reasons, points out that Loic is ignoring faith (that of Hermione's husband) as an explanation. Faith here isn't totally religious, but it is not faith in magic or reason. If anything, the spiritual mode Felicie operates under is faith in her dreams. Rohmer never quite unravels the dreamlike reality Felicie finds herself in. He seems to take pleasure in showing the mundanity of one intruding on the other.