A blog formerly known as Bookishness / By Charles Matthews
"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
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Showing posts with label Bulle Ogier. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bulle Ogier. Show all posts
Saturday, February 1, 2025
L'Amour Fou (Jacques Rivette, 1969)
Cast: Bulle Ogier, Jean-Pierre Kalfon, Josée Destoop, Michèlle Moretti, Celia, Françoise Godde, Maddly Bamy, Liliane Bordoni, Yves Beneyton, Dennis Berry, Michel Delahaye, André S. Labarthe. Screenplay: Jacques Rivette, Marilù Parolini, Cinematography: Étienne Becker, Alain Levent. Film editing: Anne Dubot, Nicole Lubtchansky. Music: Jean-Claude Eloy.
Thursday, January 30, 2025
Le Pont du Nord (Jacques Rivette, 1981)
Cast: Bulle Ogier, Pascale Ogier, Pierre Clémenti, Jean-François Stévenin, Benjamin Baltimore, Steve Baës, Joe Dann, Mathieu Schiffman, Antoine Gurevich, Julien Lidsky, Marc Truscelli. Screenplay: Bulle Ogier, Pascale Ogier, Suzanne Schiffman, Jacques Rivette. Cinematography: Caroline Champetier, William Lubtchansky, Film editing: Nicole Lubtchansky, Catherine Quesemand.
Tuesday, December 15, 2020
Céline and Julie Go Boating (Jacques Rivette, 1974)
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Dominique Labourier and Juliet Berto in Céline and Julie Go Boating |
Cast: Juliet Berto, Dominique Labourier, Bulle Ogier, Marie-France Pisier, Barbet Schroeder, Nathalie Asnar, Marie-Thérèse Saussure, Philippe Clévenot. Screenplay: Juliet Berto, Dominique Labourier, Bulle Ogier, Marie-France Pisier, Jacques Rivette, Eduardo de Gregorio, based in part on stories by Henry James. Cinematography: Jacques Renard. Film editing: Nicole Lubtchansky. Music: Jean-Marie Sénia.
Monday, March 23, 2020
The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie (Luis Buñuel, 1972)
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Bulle Ogier, Delphine Seyrig, Fernando Rey, Paul Frankeur, Stéphane Audran, and Jean-Pierre Cassel in The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie |
The frustration of the bourgeoises in Luis Buñuel's The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie at having their various attempts to sit down at a table and have something like a meal never reaches the furious breaking point that it does for the characters who try to escape from a house party in his The Exterminating Angel (1962), but not because the director had mellowed in the decade between the two films. He had grown more sly and subtle, I think. The world of The Discreet Charm is liminal; the characters are trapped somewhere between dream and reality, between past and future, in a place they're determined to enjoy come what may. In the celebrated dream-within-a-dream, in which one character dreams what another character is dreaming, namely that they're on stage in a play without knowing what their lines are, even then they seem determined to make a go of it, just as the Sénéchals are determined to have sex even though they know their guests have just arrived for luncheon. There's a "keep calm and carry on" quality to these characters that's almost admirable, even when they're faced with the most absurd situations, like a corpse in the next room of the bistro, or a restaurant that has run out of tea and coffee. Not everything in the movie works, I think: The character of the priest/gardener who listens to an old man's confession that he murdered the priest's parents, gives him absolution, then blows him away with a shotgun, seems to me gratuitous -- Buñuel determined to exhibit his contempt for the clergy come what may. But on the other hand, it stayed with me even when I couldn't quite fit it into my overall experience of the film, which is a mad masterpiece.
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