segunda-feira, 3 de agosto de 2015
These two filmmakers, in these exemplary films, the first following Griffith, the second Chaplin, give us the key to the vault in the great quest undertaken by the cinema: the human face. Each illustrates in an exemplary way the fiction of a split. The man in The Iron Mask is twice cursed by the Sun-King: his face, because it is identical, must disappear from sight. The rule of dramatic balance in cinema (familiar faces and the hierarchy that follows) is reversed: "secondary elements" (sets, background characters, decoupage… here: the axis of the camera in relation to the table, an almost metallic light that equalizes the pitcher, the cup, the dish, the plate and the mask) are all there to serve what the missing face goes on to say.
At the other extreme: Opale, the nocturnal incarnation of Doctor Cordelier (this is not twin against twin, competing for divine right and disputing the throne, but a man alone -- a modern Jekyll and Hyde -- torn between the order of decency and the overflowing plunder inside of him), threatens to blow up the frame: by his swollen face (that of J.L. Barrault), deformed, horrifyingly ugly, by his menacing growls, by these gestures that escape the body (the trampling of a little girl, the caning of an old man and a cripple over the course of the film), all these are "secondary elements" trembling at their base: at the dawn of the TV drama, Renoir, sensing the innumerable procession of quiet daubs that could be born of this technique, does not shake the coconut tree (never failing to pay-off) and makes the televisual version of Monsieur Verdoux.
Tails: Hollywood and its drapery in a patient search (abandoned today) for origins. Heads: the restorative destruction of any reference or reverence. Griffith and Chaplin, kept alive in the work of Allan Dwan and Jean Renoir, fill out a definition, each in his own way, of the face as a love and reflection of human history.
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