Letter to Jane (1975 review)

Missing from this review from the July 1975 Monthly Film Bulletin is any acknowledgment that Godard and Gorin’s rather punitive analysis against Jane Fonda’s role in a still photograph might have incidentally reflected some misogyny along with their resentment against the power of a movie star. For those interested in tracking down Letter to Jane, it’s included as an extra on the Criterion DVD of Tout va bien. —J.R.

 


Letter to Jane

France, 1972            Directors: Jean-Luc Godard, Jean-Pierre Gorin

 

Letter to Jane was initially made to be shown in a specific limited context: as a short accompanying Tout va bien at the New York and San Francisco Film Festivals in 1972. As with all of Godard and Gorin’s joint projects, the essential aims of the film are demystification and political analysis. More generally, it pursues a demystification of cinema itself as art object, reflected in the minimal technical means used in the articulation of the filmmakers’ argument (a montage of stills separated by cuts or makeshift wipes accompanied by the voices of Godard and Gorin in English, with brief uses of recorded music as punctuation) — an approach further developed by Godard’s more recent work  with video, which seeks to demonstrate that the “production of sounds and images” need not be as expensive or as technically elaborate as is usually supposed. More concretely, Letter to Jane sets out to analyze and demystify a single photograph of Jane Fonda with North Vietnamese which appeared in an August 1972 issue of L’Express. The picture shows Fonda in the left foreground in three-quarters profile looking at a Vietnamese in the right foreground whose face is almost entirely obscured by a sun helmet and the fact that he is looking at Fonda and away from the camera; in between these figures are other Vietnamese in less sharp focus, only one of whom is clearly visible — a man who appears to be looking between the two foreground figures at the camera. Starting with the question, “What role should intellectuals play in the revolution?” — an issue informing Tout va bien as well (which is a frequent reference point, in terms of off-screen commentary as well as stills) — Godard and Gorin proceed to interrogate both the picture and our responses to it; it is important to know, Godard says, “how each [of us] has used this photograph to go to Vietnam”. Central to the analysis is the statement that Fonda’s facial expression is “that of a tragic actress”: comparative stills of Fonda in Klute, her father Henry in The Grapes of Wrath and Young Mr. Lincoln, and John Wayne in The Green Berets are shown as examples of what is described as the “New Deal” look, “an expression of an expression” that “talks, but only to say how much it knows” and “nothing more than how much it knows”. This is contrasted with stills illustrating the “materialist starting point” of silent cinema, where “the expression of silence creates stars — Lillian Gish, Valentino, Falconetti”, and (to paraphrase) the actors thought about being filmed rather than about being actors (as in the talkies). Still another ideological point is raised about the presumed low angle of the photograph in relation to Fonda — a somewhat debatable point because none of the people are seen below the torso, and it isn’t clear whether or not Fonda might be standing on a higher plane — which is compared with stills from Welles’ first two features. The paradox of Letter to Jane, like so much of Godard’s post-1968 work, is that it reveals a poetic sensibility attempting to divest itself of poetry with little more than poetic intuition as its guide. The strengths of the film are its perceptions and insights — which are many, about the photograph and how it is read; its limitations lie in the implicit, naïve assumption that these discoveries are “scientific” — thus presumably exempt from those forms of rhetoric found in the photo – and in the ensuing confusions, which are also many. It is worth noting that 2 or 3 Things I Know About Her, Le Gai Savoir, and Vent d’est avoid this error, all three films raising basic questions about their own language as well as the language of others; but these works are still bound up in poetics, if only out of habit. In Letter to Jane, it would perhaps be more correct to say that poetics ultimately get in the way of the argument, because they wind up furnishing as much ideological rhetoric as they strip away. Having exposed the “New Deal” look of Fonda, Godard and Gorin go on to assert that the Vietnamese face in the background “remains a part of his surroundings even if we try to look at it alone” and “has a definite reverse shot” (i.e., reverse angle, a contingent reality); “behind him we can already feel the force of  the astonishing incredible machine built by the North Vietnam-Viet Cong collective”. Moreover, “no other revolutionary’s face expresses as much daily struggle as this one”. In short, a poetical insight squared by a political-emotional commitment — a fusion that can be seen quite sympathetically in its own terms –- passes without warning or acknowledgment from formal analysis to metaphor to platitude, a distance traversed many times in the film. The issue is not whether “poetry” and “science” (or “objective analysis”) are imcompatible — Eisenstein, Vertov, Snow, and the Kubrick of 2001 have all demonstrated that they need not be — but whether they can be reconciled within the restricted framework of An Investigation About a Still (the subtitle of Letter to Jane, which inadvertently reveals that the authors are not speaking their mother tongue). But if the final effect of Letter to Jane remains unsatisfactory and incomplete – virtually nothing is said, for instance, about the Vietnamese figure in the foreground, and the overall presentation is rambling and loose — it is none the less invigorating, engendering a process of examination which can proceed far beyond the point to which Godard and Gorin have taken it.
JONATHAN ROSENBAUM

Monthly Film Bulletin, July 1975 (Vol. 42, No. 498)

Published on 18 Jul 1975 in Notes, by jrosenbaum

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Murder (1975 review)

I believe this is the last of my reviews of early Hitchcock films for the Monthly Film Bulletin that I’ve transcribed, after The Ring, Blackmail, and Number Seventeen; this one appeared in the July 1975 issue. –J.R.


Murder

Great Britain, 1930                                                     Director: Alfred Hitchcock

 

Hitchcock has described Murder as his “first and only whodunit”, accounting for his antipathy to the form with the complaint that it “contains no emotion”, and bringing to mind Edmund Wilson’s comparison of reading several with unpacking “large crates by swallowing the excelsior in order to find at the bottom a few bent and rusty nails”. Certainly the most evident lack in this 1930 movie — apart from the creakier aspects of the play which it adapts — is the sort of emotional continuity and momentum of controlled viewpoints which sustained Blackmail so brilliantly the previous year, and the more dubious cerebral rewards offered in their place are not quite enough to fuse its comparable experiments into a consistently workable style. After an effective, rather UFA-inspired opening (prompted, no doubt, both by Hitchcock’s work at the German studio in the mid-Twenties and by the fact that he concurrently shot a German version of Murder entitled Mary), which features a lengthy dolly past the windows of neighbors responding to a mysterious commotion, the film mainly tends towards a stagier conception of dialogue units which the various stylistic departures often inflect rather than unify, thus usually registering as isolated “touches”. Hitchcock recalls asking his actors to improvise some of their lines in certain scenes; an examination of the shooting-script suggests that one instance of this method occurs in an early scene between Doucie and Miss Mitcham while the latter prepares tea – a shot nearly two minutes long and including six trips between a kitchen and an adjoining room, whose expositional function is not appreciably lightened by impromptu remarks about the brand of the tea. Similarly, Herbert Marshall’s once-celebrated voice-over soliloquy to the strains of the “Tristan” prelude seems notable today chiefly because it raises the question of why Hitchcock felt it necessary to record the orchestra live on the set when Marshall’s stentorian tones were added on a different occasion. Rather more interesting, at least historically, are an odd subjective shot (Sir John imagining a sumptuous dinner table as he prepares to spend the night in a commoner’s lodgings) and, more generally, the multiple use of theatre motifs in the mise en scène, whereby Hitchcock contrives to convert Diana’s cell and Sir John’s office into stage settings – matching the “play-within-a-play” mechanisms in which Sir John exposes Fane and the latter hangs himself. The adept backstage handling of the repertory company’s farcical production, glimpsed obliquely in counterpoint to a police investigation, ensures that our first and only glimpse of a play from the audience’s vantage point occurs in the film’s final shot, which unites hero, heroine, and the Markhams under the same proscenium. Apart from such games played against the more mechanical developments of the mystery plot, the principal sustaining thread of Murder is a conventionally arch comic treatment of class consciousness between Sir John and everyone else, which – like the long jury scene in which he first appears – is coldly amusing in places but awkwardly dated in overall conception.
JONATHAN ROSENBAUM
Monthly Film Bulletin, July 1975 (vol. 42, no. 498)

 


 

Published on 04 Jul 1975 in Notes, by jrosenbaum

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