November 5, 2009

Last Year at Marienbad – Vivid Imaginings

Rape and Murder
by Nancy Cantwell

Last Year at Marienbad is first and foremost about persuasion. Can X (Giorgio Albertazzi) convince A (Delphine Seyrig) that indeed they had an affair last year, persuade her to abandon her husband and depart, forever his? Does he make his argument by supplanting her memory or by coercion? Is this love or conquest? The audience must decide if the premise of a brief encounter followed by a promise to return is real or imagined. The characters have no inner voice, no motivation and no history beyond the walls of the decadent facades of the hotel or the confines of the all too formal gardens upon which to base conclusions. Screenwriter Alain Robbe-Grillet states, “…it deals with a reality which the hero creates out of his own vision his own words. And if his persistence, his secret conviction, finally prevail, they do so among a perfect labyrinth of false trains, variants, failures and repetitions!”coersion2x_cropped

Dark forces are at work and because of the deliberate non-linear dramatic structure one is drawn to make conclusions about the sub or unconscious at play. In Marienbad, false and true, past and present all conspire to conceal the present tense from X, A and M (Sasha Pitöeff). Where there are gaps, obscured regions of memory, does the mind fill in the void with fodder of its own, does the seducer implant a convenient past or as Robbe-Grillet suggests, “They are imaginings: an imagining, if it is vivid enough, is always in the present.”?

Imaginings of rape and murder drive Marienbad to its crescendo. Chanel dresses Delphine Seyrig, in a most spectacular feathered robe, for both ill fated scenarios. It is here that X is at the height of his construct. Murdered first, shot by her husband, A lies in a variety of melodramatic repose. Then, in an abrupt reversal of theory she is resurrected. X:  “…No, this isn’t the right ending…I must have you alive…”. The motif of violation persists and next turns to ravishment. In the original script Robbe-Grillet calls for a “Rather swift and brutal rape scene.”, but Resnais was more inclined to shoot an implied altercation. A simply recoils in horror at the encroaching X, and, as imaginings are wont to do, our protagonist again retracts his savage conjecture . X: “No, no, no! (violently:) That’s wrong… (calmer:) It wasn’t by force…Remember…”.

Because the characters have no internal psychology there is a frustration as the viewer tries to determine whether the violence is a repressed memory or delusion. And our customary desire to cast moral judgment upon rape and murder is stunted by a constant shift in frame of reference. We are destabilized in the normal perception of violence, left with mere possibilities to comprehend. Neutralized, murder and rape become devices that reflect more upon themselves than act as offerings to help us decipher character motivation or plot outcome.

So intended Robbe-Grillet. His vision was based on the ability of a cinematic media whose “essential characteristic of the image is its present-ness.” Mareinbad gives us an opportunity to experience a cinema that  “by its very nature, what we see on the screen is in the act of happening, we are given the gesture itself, not the account of it.” Our instinctual efforts to “try to reconstitute some Cartesian scheme” run into roadblocks and prevent us from coming to terms with a cinema of pure subjectivities. For Robbe-Grillet, ready made psychologies made for clumsy systems of interpretation which “machine made fiction or films grind out ad nauseam, and are the worst kind of abstractions.”

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October 3, 2009

Last Year at Marienbad – Chanel, Take One

Chanel Redressed
Last Year at Marienbad, Alain Resnais France 1961 94 minutes Black and White 2.35:1
by Nancy Cantwell

Much has been said about Last Year at Marienbad and so little of it has to do with the sensational costume designs of Coco Chanel. Has no one noticed just how well paired Chanel and Resnais, were or more to the point, what a dramatic backdrop Marienbad provides for Chanel couture? Chanel was no stranger to the film industry, but it had 22 years since her last employ at costume design and Marienbad. In 1931, as the behest of Samuel Goldwyn, Chanel came to Hollywood twice a year to design for the actresses Goldwyn had on contract with his studio, he would pay her one million dollars per year. She created the costumes for a forgettable Jean Harlow film called Palmy Days and for a Gloria Swanson box office disaster called Tonight or Never. The third film which featured her costumes was called The Greeks Had a Word for It, directed by Lowell Sherman, 1932, which was a huge success starring Ina Claire, Joan Blondell, and Madge Evans.* While these last two films were still in post-production Chanel, disillusioned with Hollywood, returns to Paris to tend her couture business flailing in the midst of The Depression. In 1937 she collaborates with long time friend Jean Cocteau for his plays Les Chevaliers de la Table Ronde and Oedipus Rex and continues with theatrical costume designs in early French cinema classics including Port of Shadows, directed by Marcel Carne, 1938, and Jean Renoir’s masterpiece La Règle du jeu, 1939.

With the onset of World War II Coco Chanel closed her shop and had taken up with Hans Gunther von Dincklage, a German officer 13 years her junior to ride out the war. There are several accounts of her complicity with the Third Reich, but the one I found the best researched is by weekly columnist for the Times (London) Kate Muir and can be found here. Needless to say she was persona non grata in Paris. But time permitted her return and in 1954 she reopened business as usual. Although not a success in France, sales of what became the quintessential Chanel suit sold extremely well in the US and England.

All this being said, it does seem a bit odd that Resnais, one of the first directors to capture the horrors of the holocaust in his 1955 powerful documentary short Night and Fog, would employ a blatant sympathizer. My speculation runs that, regardless of political affiliation, no one could define the culture of the characters of Last Year at Marienbad with as much exactitude as Coco Chanel. Her sensibilities for perfection in workmanship and design were akin to Resnais’s passion and rigor for the art of film making.

But lets get more to the point of this pairing or trining as it were. For the complicity between Resnais and Robbe-Grillet cannot be undone, theirs is an extraordinary partnership. Here is what Robbe Grillet’s script calls for as to people and place in Marienbad. “This takes place in an enormous hotel, a kind of international palace, huge, baroque, opulent but icy: a univere of statues, motionless servants. Here the anonymous, polite, certainly rich and idle guests observe—seriously though without passion—the strict rules of their games (cards, dominoes…), Their ballroom dances, their empty chatter, or their marksmanship contests. In this sealed, stifling world, men and things alike seem victims of some spell, as in the kind of dreams where one feels guided by some fatal inevitability, where it would be futile to try to change the slightest detail as to run away.” Resnais delivers the mise en scène explicitly, and Chanel conjures through her sartorial discernment just the precise expression of the bored upper class which this film so well portrays.

Note: *Madsen, Axel. Chanel: A Woman of Her Own (Henry Holt and Company, New York, 1990)

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September 5, 2009

Last Year at Marienbad – Interiors

Last Year at Marienbad, Alain Resnais France 1961 94 minutes Black and White 2.35:1
by Nancy Cantwell

The French New Wave is getting a lot of attention again with festivals taking place at the Film Society of Lincoln Center and the Museum of Art and Design recent series “French New Wave Essentials”. Last Year at Marienbad is a quintessential offering in that category. Criterion Collection has released a director approved special edition of Marienbad to DVD along with a great bonus disc of interviews, critical commentaries and two somewhat comical early documentaries by Marienbad’s director Alain Resnais.

There is much frustration surrounding the film’s interpretation and much heralding its attempts to redefine the narrative form. In Last Year at Marienbad: Which Year At Where?, Mark Polizzitti pretty much nails the conundrum saying, “The ambivalence is understandable. Marienbad blatantly toys with our expectations regarding plotline, character development, continuity, conflict, resolution—all those elements we’ve come to expect from a satisfying motion picture. Like its nameless hero, the film relentlessly pursues us with a barrage of assertions while giving us little to hold on to as convincingly true, until in the end, we, like Delphine Seyrig’s equally nameless heroine, have only two choices: remain steadfast in our resistance to the seduction or just plain submit.”

On first viewing all of the frustrations combine to make a pretty uncomfortable and boring experience, but as one perseveres the film unfolds quite nicely and screenwriter Alain Robbe-Grillet actually gives the viewer a pretty good map to follow. My first impetus was to try unraveling the plot by sleuthing the costume changes, thinking they held the key to the time frame of past and present. While that proved a fairly dead end road it did give me the opportunity reconstruct the film from an obtuse and opaque experience into a jaunty Gothic romp complete with Hitchcockian tonalities and Murnau melodramas.

Robbe-Grillet’s script calls for baroque and gloomy hotels of a bygone era, empty salons and long corridors. In order to achieve these goals Resnais ended up shooting in Germany near Munich in two different locations and at times, particularly when it came to creating endless corridors, cutting three different locals into one long tracking shot.

It does help a great deal to know where you are in this film. Here are the establishing interiors. Follow closely the brooding, opulent Production Designs of Jacques Saulnier and Set Decor of Jean-Jacques Fabre, Georges Glon and André Piltant.

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