I made the point a few days ago that I thought that Marcel Carne may actually be my favorite French director (I don't now if I can say that definitely, because there are so many great French directors and I'd have to brood over it - but I do really like his early films). Apparently Godard and Truffaut just brutalized Carne at the height of the French New Wave (I think they hated everyone, eventually including each other), so I guess I shouldn't be surprised that they included Carne in their spleen. Last night as I was driving home from my night class I began reflecting upon this fact (it's an hour drive from Burlington to Calais, so I have plenty of time to ruminate). Godard and Truffaut were brilliant filmmakers who changed cinema forever, but I think I can say that I never cared anything about any of the characters in any of their movies, and I don't think I was supposed to. I cannot make the same statement about characters in Carne films. Sometimes it seems that our desire to be deconstructive replaces our desire to construct a narrative that tells a story that the audience cares about. Or maybe I'm being as unfair to Godard and Truffaut as they were to Carne? Anyway, I re-watched Carne's 1938 classic Daybreak, starring Jean Gabin, Arletty, and Jules Berry. I remember the first time I saw the film I was more than a little stunned to see Arletty in a brief nude scene, but then, she's Arletty, and they're the French, so I shouldn't have been. Gabin is, per usual, great, with that roguish tough guy persona. Highly recommended (no matter what the ghosts of Godard and Truffaut might tell you).
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