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Jean-Pierre Melville's Army of Shadows opens with the
startling image of German soldiers marching down the Champs-Élysées,
framed by the Arc de Triomphe. The image was, this French
director later admitted to an interviewer, a "crazy
idea." Actors in German uniforms had not been permitted
on the avenue since World War I, or so he claimed, and
the shot was both costly and logistically complex. And
yet, "it was a fantastic sight," Melville said
with unmistakable satisfaction. "Wagnerian. Unfilmable."
This former Resistance fighter had exacted a peculiar
revenge on his complicit countrymen: he had invaded Paris
himself, seizing it for his own vision.
Dark as pitch and utterly without compromise, Army of
Shadows traces the harrowing feats of a small band of
Resistance fighters operating during the occupation. Melville
first read Joseph Kessel's slim novel of the same title
in 1943, the year it was published, and for the next quarter-century
nurtured a desire to turn it into a film. (Cinephiles
will appreciate that Kessel also wrote the novel "Belle
de Jour.") He finally did so in 1969. By then he
had already directed two other films about the war, along
with some of the thrillers for which he is justly renowned,
like Bob le Flambeur. But he clearly wasn't finished with
the fight of his life and not long after making Army of
Shadows he exclaimed, "The war period was awful,
horrible ... marvellous."
The same can be said of Army of Shadows, which is bleak
and beautiful by turns, that rare work of art that thrills
the senses and the mind. Lino Ventura plays Philippe Gerbier,
a Resistance fighter who has willingly surrendered his
entire being to the cause. (Much as Melville surrendered
to cinema.) The film opens with Gerbier's imprisonment
in a concentration camp and, shortly thereafter, his escape
from his captors. Exciting if implausible, the escape
seems almost an afterthought to the scene immediately
after in which Gerbier hides in a barbershop. Sitting
in a chair with a face full of lather, his throat to a
strange blade, the escapee seems cruelly vulnerable anew,
the tension abating only after the barber puts down his
razor and shows his true colors.
What makes the scene so memorable isn't only the austere
beauty of Melville's mise en scène or the leaden
silence that fills the room; it's the unexpected intimacy
between the men. The actors say very little; as is often
the case in a Melville film, they don't have to. Rather,
they express everything you (and they) need to know through
the geometry of their gazes, in the way Gerbier notices
a Vichy sign and how the barber never seems to catch the
other man's eye. Through the masculine ritual of a barbershop
shave, one of the few public arenas in which men are permitted
intimacy, the two recognize each other both as Frenchmen
and as men. In this barbershop Gerbier is delivered from
barbarism back into civilization.
Melville's world is a world of broad shoulders and heavy
burdens, shaved and grizzled faces, the civilized and
the savage. It is a world in which a man's hat is an emblem
of his professionalism, part of the armour he dons for
battle. When a Resistance member walks into a boîte
in Army of Shadows, and Melville shows us a row of Nazi
caps neatly lined on a shelf, it's as if he were showing
us a cache of weapons.
Later this same man will be whisked away by the enemy
and lose his own hat in the confusion. The image of the
hat lying in the street like an upturned turtle is unexpectedly
poignant because we understand with fatal certitude that
the head that wore it will soon be no more.
Women don't play much of a role in this world, though
there are exceptions, including Melville's film Léon
Morin, Prêtre, about a priest and the women who,
in wartime, cluster around him. This gender balance gave
Melville a bad rap among some feminists and no doubt his
more outrageous comments didn't help. He once said that
the American ideal woman was "a female with a pair
of buttocks in her brassiere," which is both funny
and, given that he made this observation in the 1950's,
also true. Yet to fixate on his arguable sexism is to
ignore the women who do appear in his films, like the
fierce Resistance fighter played by Simone Signoret in
Army of Shadows, and, crucially, to miss that the films
are, at their core, studies in troubled masculinity.
There may be psychosexual explanations for why this is
the case, but the war and France's shame were reason enough.
Melville, a Jew, was serving in the military when France
capitulated to Germany, and he subsequently joined several
networks in the Resistance. Decades later, while discussing
Army of Shadows, he pointedly noted, "Don't forget
that there are more people who didn't work for the Resistance
than people who did." It's no wonder Army of Shadows
feels like a cold rejoinder to the cherished romance of
the French Resistance fighter, wearing a beret and a sneer,
and holding back the Nazi tide that had already swept
the country. Kessel writes: "Today it is nearly always
death, death, death. But on our side we kill, kill, kill."
That is Melville's war.
When Army of Shadows was originally released, a French
critic wrote that "this Resistance epic was, in the
end, a sublime thriller." Melville rejected the comparison,
even if it is also entirely possible to see his sublime
thrillers as epics of resistance. The great man died in
1973 at the unfair age of 55, collapsing into the arms
of a male friend. He left behind one short film and 13
features, a few of which, including Army of Shadows, are
worthy of that overused superlative masterpiece.
This film, which was never released in America and will
now be making its way across the country in limited release,
has been immaculately restored and features new subtitles.
You can get lost in the blackness of its heart and its
shadows. You might never come back.
Directed by Jean-Pierre Melville; written (in French,
with English subtitles) by Melville, based on the novel
by Joseph Kessel; director of photography, Pierre Lhomme;
edited by Françoise Bonnot; music by Éric
de Marsan; art director, Théobald Meurisse; produced
by Jacques Dorfmann;
WITH: Lino Ventura (Philippe Gerbier), Simone Signoret
(Mathilde), Paul Meurisse (Luc Jardie), Jean-Pierre Cassel
(François), Claude Mann (Le Masque) and Paul Crauchet
(Félix).
One of filmgoing's most thrilling adventures, the collected
tough-guy cinema of France's Jean-Pierre Melville could
make a cultist out of just about anybody. Imagine the
cool gunmetal palette of a Michael Mann bruiser, swaddled
in the voluptuous music, mood and political complexity
of a Bertolucci film, and peopled with contemplative gangsters
straight out of high-period John Woo, and you're only
scratching the surface.
Based on the essential French Resistance novel by Joseph
Kessel (also the writer of Belle de Jour), Melville's
epic Army of Shadows easily stands with his better-known
works like Le Samouraï; never before released in
the U.S., it's the revival of the season-a stunning lost
masterpiece. Anchored by Lino Ventura's magnetically reserved
and dignified performance as an underground operative,
the movie plays like a magnificent series of stealthy
set pieces: daring escapes from Gestapo detention centers,
nighttime parachute leaps out of planes, even a private
submarine cruise.
But Army of Shadows isn't merely the sum of its nail-biting
parts. Suffused with an understated flush of intimacy,
the movie creates a stirring sense of secret comradeship,
beautifully supplied by the entire supporting cast, but
especially Simone Signoret (left) as the shrewd, maternal
Mathilde. An expert mix of political intrigue and explosive
action, Melville's film is so poised, it could run breathlessly
for another three hours.
Joshua Rothkopf
BFI:
In July 2003 bfi Distribution released a number of titles
by Jean-Pierre Melville - Le Cercle rouge (1970), Le Doulos
(1963), Leon Morin, pretre (1961) - coinciding with a
complete Melville retrospective at the National Film Theatre
and the publication of Ginette Vincendeau's 'Jean-Pierre
Melville: An American in Paris' (bfi Publishing). This
new restoration of Army in the Shadows was not then available,
but we are delighted that it has now been completed, enabling
us to make this important title widely available in the
UK.
The godfather of the Nouvelle Vague, Melville inspired
directors from Jean-Luc Godard and Francois Truffaut to
Quentin Tarantino, John Woo and Wong Kar-wai. Melville
admired American culture as epitomised by Hollywood movies
of the 30s and 40s and adopted many of the stylistic qualities
of the era (Stetsons, Ray-bans) for himself and for his
films, but always with a uniquely Gallic interpretation.
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