Film review

  • One Fine Morning

    Un beau matin

    Mia Hansen-Løve (2022)

    Mia Hansen-Løve’s favoured modus operandi as a writer-director is well established.  She takes someone or something important in her life and develops a screenplay around them, assuming that the power and resonance the material has for her personally will naturally pervade the resulting film.  It doesn’t, of course.  In the event she relies on the quality of her lead actors to animate and give (apparent) substance to her mediocre scripts:  for example, Things to Come (2016), starring Isabelle Huppert, works a lot better than Eden (2014), starring someone who’s never been heard of since.  The story of Eden was inspired by that of Hansen-Løve’s brother (who shared the screenplay credit with his sister).  Huppert’s protagonist was, like Hansen-Løve’s mother, an academic who separated from her husband in late middle age.  Now it’s the turn of Hansen-Løve’s father to play a key role – though not the main one.  The first of two big differences between One Fine Morning and both Eden and Things to Come is that the central figure in this latest piece, set in present-day Paris, is an alter ego of Hansen-Løve herself:  Sandra Kienzler, whose father, Georg, has an incurable neurodegenerative disorder.  The second difference is that Hansen-Løve takes the view that the primary theme – Sandra’s struggle to come to terms with George’s dementia – hasn’t the legs to sustain a feature-length drama on its own:  it has to Box and Cox with a romance that the heroine enters into.  There’s remarkably little synergy between the film’s two halves.

    We know that Sandra is the representative on screen of Mia Hansen-Løve because the latter has made clear in interviews about her new film that her own father suffered from posterior cortical atrophy, known as Benson’s syndrome[1], and that the later stages of his illness coincided with the start of his daughter’s relationship with Laurent Perreau, who subsequently fathered Mia’s second child.  She already had a daughter, born in 2009, from her relationship with Olivier Assayas, which ended in 2017.  In One Fine Morning Sandra (Léa Seydoux) is a single mother with an eight-year-old daughter, Linn (Camille Leban Martins).  Georg Kienzler (Pascal Greggory) is, as Ole Hansen-Løve was, a professor of philosophy disabled by Benson’s syndrome.  The set-up isn’t a carbon copy of the writer-director’s real-life situation.  Sandra is an interpreter and a translator rather than a film-maker.  Laurent Perreau also works in films but Clément (Melvil Poupaud), with whom Sandra falls in love, is a ‘cosmo-chemist’, who travels to the ends of the earth collecting extra-terrestrial dust for analysis (he invites Sandra up to his lab to see his meteorite samples).  Sandra’s mother, Françoise (Nicole Garcia), is not another philosophy professor, like the Huppert character and Mia Hansen-Løve’s mother, but an apparently seasoned, though dilettante, political activist.  But these adjustments hardly penetrate the central story – whereas the welter of publicity around its autobiographical connections helps create an illusion that the film is ‘true’ and (therefore) deeply felt.

    The narrative holds attention – for audience members who share Hansen-Løve’s gruelling personal experience of watching a loved one lose their mind it may do far more than that.  And although One Fine Morning doesn’t have an Isabelle Huppert to rely on, there are high-class people in the cast.  Léa Seydoux plays the lead very ably even if she does little that’s unexpected.  Sandra and her daughter get along famously yet Seydoux has a persistently melancholy air, which makes a kind of sense of the consensus in online plot synopses I’ve looked at since seeing the film that Sandra’s a widow, though if there’s explicit mention of this in the dialogue, I missed it.  We do learn that she first knew Clément as a friend of her husband/partner:  after Sandra and Clément bump into each other again by chance the mutual attraction between them builds inexorably.  Clément is a husband and father; guilty feelings about abandoning his wife and son keep derailing his affair with Sandra.  Melvil Poupaud conveys the man’s anxiety and ambivalence, as well as his charm, subtly but definitely.  The plot looks to be shaping up to expose Clément as an exploitative rotter; it’s one of the film’s few surprises that he eventually commits to what appears to be a settled relationship with Sandra.  Despite a lengthy filmography, I don’t recall seeing Pascal Greggory before (though I must have done, in La vie en rose (2007), if nothing else):  he’s admirable as Georg (see more below).  And Camille Leban Martins is splendid as eccentric, demanding Linn.

    One Fine Morning moves along at an unvarying pace, as Hansen-Løve alternates between Sandra’s reactions to her father’s predicament and her unstable romance with Clément.  The Georg scenes – which describe his being moved from his own apartment to a succession of hospitals and nursing homes – also often involve Françoise, even though Georg and she split twenty years ago; Sandra’s sister, Elodie (Sarah Le Picard); and Leïla (Fejriua Deliba), a middle-aged woman described rather cryptically as Georg’s ‘companion’ (they weren’t living together) and whose presence is the only one that consistently soothes him.  There are some effective moments and details:  Sandra’s discovery of a notebook in which her father records his thoughts (read in voiceover by Pascal Greggory) on the illness that’s gradually overtaking him; Linn’s attention-seeking limp; Sandra’s consolation in ensuring that much of her father’s library finds a good home with Esther (Elsa Guedj), a former student of his, and her family.  Linn, though eager to help with the sorting out of books, is understandably puzzled when Sandra explains that she now feels her father more present in his library than in the person he’s become.  In an enjoyable, funny scene on Christmas Eve, chez Françoise and her new partner (Pierre Meunier), Linn and Elodie’s two daughters (Esther Wajeman and Rose Wajeman) are banished to the next room while the grown-ups, led by Elodie and her husband (Samuel Achache), act out – with enthusiasm – a suitably audible flying visit from Santa Claus.  The scene’s made all the better by the suspicion that Linn et al, excited as they are, know their parents and grandmother are only pretending to welcome Santa.  These various highlights, though, register chiefly because they so markedly, and briefly, raise the film’s energy level.

    Sandra’s father’s confusion, intensified by his loss of vision, doesn’t entail extreme behaviour:  although that might be thought a relief for the viewer, Pascal Greggory interprets Georg’s mental state with such quiet conviction that he makes it, if anything, even more alarming.  In other respects, the film’s handling of cognitive decline is problematic in the wrong way.  I’m guessing that the minor elderly characters who occasionally wander into rooms that aren’t theirs are played by actors; when Hansen-Løve’s camera pans across a group of lost-looking faces in a nursing home, I suspect she’s showing the real (unconsenting) thing.  On the other hand, and despite the actor’s fine work, Georg, handsome and nattily dressed, is the latest screen example of decorous dementia.  This comes through most strongly in a scene where he urgently needs the toilet and Sandra goes to get a nurse.  She doesn’t hurry to find one and the nurse takes her time going to Georg’s room; you fear the state he’ll be in when they get back there but Mia Hansen-Løve is oddly uninterested in the crisis from the patient’s point of view.  Instead, the nurse (uncredited?) asks why Sandra didn’t herself take her father to the bathroom and Sandra replies it’s something she doesn’t feel able to do.  This exchange doesn’t connect with anything else about her attitude towards Georg (while he’s still in his apartment Sandra does see that he gets to the toilet in time).  It probably features simply because something similar really happened to the film-maker on a visit to her ailing father …

    The film’s penultimate scene is unique in that both main men in Sandra’s life are on screen at the same time even though they barely interact.  By now, Georg is settled in a high-quality Montmartre nursing home, where he has physically rallied a bit.  The kind nursing staff organise a sing-song for residents in the communal day room.  It’s all very jolly but too much for Sandra, who gets upset and, after quickly saying goodbye to her father, exits with Clément and Linn.  In the closing scene, the three of them climb the steps to Sacré-Coeur – Linn forgets her limp and runs – and enjoy a wonderful view of the city, with Clément quizzing Linn on famous Paris landmarks.  I realise Mia Hansen-Løve’s (many) admirers will find the tears-and-smiles juxtaposition of these last two sequences deeply humane and moving.  I found it, like much else in One Fine Morning, conventional and facile.   

    18 May 2023

    [1] According to Wikipedia, this is ‘a rare form of dementia which is considered a visual variant or an atypical variant of Alzheimer’s disease … PCA usually affects people at an earlier age than typical cases of Alzheimer’s disease, with initial symptoms often experienced in people in their mid-fifties or early sixties.  This was the case with writer Terry Pratchett (1948–2015), who went public in 2007 about being diagnosed with PCA’.

     

  • La collectionneuse

    Eric Rohmer (1967)

    Short prologues introduce each of the three main characters in turn – Haydée (Haydée Politoff), Daniel (Daniel Pommereulle) and finally Adrien (Patrick Bauchau).  They’re far from voluble at this early stage.  The first prologue is wordless:  Haydée, the youngest of the trio – hardly out of her teens, simply stands on a Mediterranean shore in a bikini; the camera observes her increasingly closely.  The two men, in their late twenties, are both in conversation but their interlocutors do most of the talking.  Daniel is an avant-garde artist; an unnamed older man (Alan Jouffroy) explains his admiration for Daniel’s latest work despite cutting a finger on the razor blades that encase the piece.  Art collector and dealer Adrien, in the company of his fashion model fiancée Carole (Mijanou Bardot) and her pal (Annik Morice), listens to the latter (also unnamed) expound on why she could never be friends with someone she considered ugly.  Thanks to the good-looking young people that dominate the screen from the start, the elitism of physical beauty imposes itself as a persistent, though subsequently unspoken, theme of Eric Rohmer’s La collectionneuse[1].  But the principals’ verbal reserve in the prologues is not a sign of things to come.  Like Rohmer’s other ‘moral tales’ – this is chronologically the third of the six – the film has plenty to say.

    Although Haydée is vital to the film and Daniel has a sizeable part in it, Adrien is its narrator and protagonist.  That gives La collectionneuse something else in common with the three Rohmer tales that would follow (I’ve still not seen the two preceding ones):  each of My Night with Maud (1969), Claire’s Knee (1970) and Love in the Afternoon (1972) has a young(ish) man as its central consciousness, with his strong, often troubled sexual feelings for a woman or women the story’s motor.   Adrien emerges as the lead character even before the end of ‘his’ prologue.  This is longer than the other two, moving on, after her friend has departed the scene, to a discussion between Carole and Adrien.  She’s about to leave France for London on a five-week modelling assignment and encourages Adrien to come too but he says no.  He wants to open his own art gallery and negotiations with a potential partner are at an important stage.  Adrien nevertheless accepts an invitation to spend the next month in the house of Rodolphe, a rich friend, in St Tropez.  Rodolphe won’t be there but Daniel, an old friend of Adrien’s, will be.  On arrival, Adrien learns from Daniel there’s already another house guest – Haydée.  Rodolphe first brought her there to sleep with him.  Now she brings boys back to the place to sleep with her.

    Her presence immediately irritates Adrien, who’s determined to have a relaxing break just reading and swimming – so determined that relaxation is bound not to happen (especially since he’s still preoccupied with the gallery project).  His voiceover narration nevertheless confirms the straightforward daily routine to which Adrien commits at the start of his stay – get up early for a first dip in the sea, and so on.  Daniel, though less explicitly organised, also wants to spend his time at leisure and not to be bothered with sexual distractions.  Clearing the decks for a chill-out is only achieved, however, through proactive masculine one-upmanship:  the two friends join forces to humiliate (with words) Haydée’s latest lover, Charlie (Dennis Berry), and send him packing – to the evident amusement of Haydée, who rejects Charlie’s suggestion that she leave with him.

    Haydée has to be the title character according to the film’s French name although there are collectioneurs in evidence too – not just Adrien himself but also the crass and wealthy American Sam (Seymour Hertzberg[2]), Adrien’s prospective gallery partner.  It’s Adrien and Daniel, rather than Rohmer, who label – brand – Haydée ‘a collector’ of men, which upsets her and which she vigorously denies.  For a while, Haydée continues to go out each evening although she now returns unaccompanied.  One night, she asks Adrien to give her a lift into town.  He obliges but, after passing time there with another young woman and man, Haydée and Adrien come back to Rodolphe’s place together.  The several exchanges between them in the house and on the beach – even when conversational, these are sensually charged – make clear the mutual attraction between them but Adrien, in acknowledging that he likes Haydée, claims it would be against his principles to have sex with her, even though it’s he who has taken the seductive lead.

    Adrien recommends she sleep with Daniel instead and that’s what happens until Daniel decides he’s had enough of Haydée and St Tropez.  (Sam enters the story just as Daniel prepares to leave it:  his parting shot is to insult Sam and thereby embarrass Adrien.)  The characterisation of Haydée illustrates La collectionneuse’s impressive complexity and Haydée Politoff, though she doesn’t suggest a major acting talent, is suitably polymorphous in the role.  Her affectless quality gives Haydée an inscrutable, heartless aspect yet Politoff also registers, without displaying undue emotion, Haydée’s capacity to feel hurt.  The girl tantalises men and is unkindly exploited by them.

    Adrien is close kin to the leading men in Rohmer’s next three films; each starts off seemingly sure what he wants romantically but is distracted from it.  Jean-Louis in My Night with Maud has made his choice of bride; Jérôme in Claire’s Knee is, like Adrien, engaged to be married (and on a month’s away-from-it-all vacation); Frédéric in Love in the Afternoon is a husband and father.  Frédéric’s minutely defined and scrupulously observed daily routine echo Adrien’s attitude at the start of his stay in St Tropez but the latter is a more extensive control freak than any of his contes moraux successors.  After Daniel’s departure, Adrien sets up a liaison between Sam and Haydée – partly to console her after being dumped by Daniel, partly for his own purposes and to amuse himself.  When his voiceover describes his irritation at seeing Haydée and Sam perform with relish the roles that Adrien has assigned them, the admission seems to refer to more than this particular incident.  Adrien repeatedly tries to control people and events.  He makes things happen that leave him feeling less in control.

    The Belgian actor Patrick Bauchau narrates with plenty of wit but is even better at showing in his face and movement what’s going on in the protagonist’s mind (which is crucial to Rohmer’s purposes in his moral tales:  he told Film Quarterly in 1971 that he considered a moraliste to be ‘someone … interested in the description of what goes on inside man … concerned with states of mind and feelings’).  Bauchau also generates plenty of humour in the frequent changes of mind of hard-to-like yet engaging Adrien.  I don’t recall seeing Bauchau before and was left wondering what else he’d done:  the answer is a lot – 150 acting credits (including plenty of television) on IMDb.  His first two screen appearances were both in Rohmer films – Suzanne’s Career (1963), which is the second conte moral, then La collectionneuse.  Now eighty-four, Bauchau is still working; he and Mijanou Bardot (Brigitte’s younger sister), who plays Carole here, have been married for more than sixty years.

    Patrick Bauchau is a main, but not the only, reason why I enjoyed La collectionneuse at least as much as My Night with Maud and more than either Claire’s Knee or Love in the Afternoon.  As in Maud, the welter of introspective narration and exchange of epigrams are more than super-literate decoration: they have dramatic purpose.  The often combative repartee (Rohmer shared the screenplay credit with his three main actors) creates or reinforces tensions between the characters.   There are some good tense silences too, typically when one person is reading a book – until another interrupts the reading.  Although the first prologue may be said to objectify scantily-clad Haydée, La collectionneuse turns out not to have the gender bias – in favour of exposed female flesh – that’s hard to ignore in later Rohmer, especially Love in the Afternoon.  Numerous swimming and sunbathing scenes involving Adrien and Haydée make for a relative gender balance – and make it easier to appreciate the beauty of both actors concerned.  The effect of heat and sun on body and mood is wonderfully visualised.  This film, the first that Rohmer shot in colour, was also the start of his collaboration with Nestor Almendros as cinematographer.

    Adrien’s hopes of opening a gallery may not be satisfied in the course of La collectionneuse but it does cover a good deal of moral (at least in the Rohmer sense of the word) ground in only eighty-three minutes.  And Adrien does succeed in selling Sam a Song dynasty vase – an object that might be described as priceless were it not that Sam writes Adrien a cheque.  Like nearly all screen vases, this one doesn’t get out of the film in one piece.  It perches on a table in Sam’s villa, waiting to be knocked off its perch, and shattered, by careless Haydée.  Even a slap to her face from Sam hardly dents her insouciance:  she can’t understand why Adrien makes such a fuss when he’s already been paid for the vase.

    In the closing stages, Adrien decides to enjoy the last week of his holiday having a fling with Haydée.  At this point, his voiceover acknowledges that the tale he’s been telling us is merely the story of his shifting views and decisions – and even this latest decision proves short-lived.  As he and Haydée drive back to Rodolphe’s place, they encounter a car containing two of the other men she’s been with during her time in St Tropez.  Haydée walks over to talk to them and seems tempted by their invitation to join them on the road to Italy.  Adrien loses patience and drives off alone.  Back at the house, he can now devote his time to swimming and reading as he always wanted.  Or thought he did:  the film’s closing scene sees him on the telephone to the airport, asking the time of the next flight to London, where Carole still will be.

    14 May 2023

    [1] I’ll give the film its French title throughout to distinguish it clearly from William Wyler’s The Collector (1965).

    [2] This is the actor’s name according to Wikipedia and IMDb cast lists.  He was actually Eugene Archer, a film critic for the New York Times.

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