Palme d'Honneur !

Ci sono notizie che non ti aspetti e che arrivano così, in mezzo ad una giornata in cui fai fatica a stare dietro a tutto perché hai passato due settimane dall’altra parte del mondo ma il mondo che avevi di qua non si è fermato.
Al Festival di Cannes 2016, che aprirà i battenti domani, il 22 Maggio consegneranno la Palme d’Honneur all’attore francese Jean-Pierre Léaud.
Per me, è come se questo premio lo prendesse uno di famiglia.
Perché con Antoine Doinel ci sono cresciuta.
Con Antoine Doinel mi sembra di aver passato la vita a prendere dei Pastis al bancone dei caffé della Rive Gauche, quelli piazzati di fianco a qualche cinema d’essai (perché così “si può passare a controllare l’orario”, come diceva Léaud in un altro fim di Truffaut, La Nuit Américaine).

Il mitico monologo dello specchio: Antoine Doinel in Baisers Volés (F. Truffaut)

Léaud è stato il volto e l’attore simbolo di tutta la Nouvelle Vague, ha lavorato con i più grandi registi dell’epoca: François Truffaut, Jean-Luc Godard, Jacques Rivette, Jean Eustache, e poi con quelli che adoravano quegli stessi registi: Bernardo Bertolucci, Olivier Assayas, Aki Kaurismäki, Tsai Ming-Liang, Philippe Garrel, in un corto circuito di cinefilia totale.  

Henri (Léaud) e Vic (Serge Reggiani) - I hired a contract killer (A. Kaurismäki)

L’amicizia tra Truffaut e Godard si è rotta praticamente a causa sua: Truffaut, che considerava Léaud come un figlio, non sopportava il modo in cui Godard lo trattava. E Léaud, che considerava Truffaut come un padre, alla sua morte ha passato anni bui in bilico su un baratro dal quale si è salvato solo per miracolo.
Oggi, lontano dallo sguardo sbarazzino del piccolo Doinel, lontano dalla spavalderia di quel film-fiume capolavoro assoluto che era La maman e la putain, Léaud resta comunque Léaud.
Con le sue ferite di guerra tutte intatte, e la certezza di far parte della storia del cinema, con o senza Palme d’Honneur.
Non sarà facile prenderlo sulle spalle e portarlo in giro per Cannes tutto trionfante come aveva fatto Jean Cocteau all’epoca dei 400 Coups (Léaud aveva allora 12 anni), ma se qualcuno avesse il coraggio di farlo, sono sicura che lui non batterebbe ciglio.
Perché Doinel, sera toujours Doinel!

Miguel Gomes at Potemkine

Miguel Gomes chez Potemkine, Paris - January 28

I was so thrilled to read that one of my favourite film-makers of these last years, the Portuguese Miguel Gomes, would have made a conversation with the public at the Boutique Potemkine on January 28!
I even run away from work a couple of hours earlier to be sure to have a seated place (the space for presentations at Potemkine is very cosy but very small).
So here I was last Thursday, seated in the front row, ready to listen to the director whose last film, As Mil e uma Noites, has arrived n° 1 in my TOP 15 Movies of 2015.
And I wasn’t disppointed.
Gomes, 43 years old, has talked in a very good French with a lovely portuguese accent for more than 40 minutes about his cinema, and also replied to many questions from the audience at the end of the conversation.
What I  liked about him, is that he took his time to discuss about things, trying his best to let people understand what he really meant. He patiently went through the different processes of making movies, always with a great sense of humour and a shy modesty when fans were talking enthusiastically about his cinema (not to mention his discomfort when they show the first scenes of his movie : he really didn’t know where to look... he was so funny!) :

Potemkine was celebrating the sortie in DVD of Les Milles et une Nuit box set (and if you didn't see this epic movie in cinemas please see it now in this format!) but they have also asked Gomes to choose his favourite 10 DVDs from their shop and this was his list (great directors have great taste!):
Lucky Star/The River by Frank Borzage (1929) 

Secret beyond the door… by Fritz Lang (1947)  

Ugetsu Monogatari (Les Contes de la lune vague après la pluie) by Kenji Mizoguchi (1953)

Estate Violenta by Valerio Zurlini (1959)

La ligne de mire by Jean-Daniel Pollet (1960)

Muriel ou le temps d’un retour by Alain Resnais (1963)

Céline et Julie von ten bateau by Jacques Rivette (1974)

Khane-ye doust kodjast (Où est la maison de mon ami?) by Abbas Kiarostami (1987) 

Cemetery of Splendour by Apichatpong Weerasethakul (2015)

And last, but not least, Box Set by Joao César Monteiro 

While at Potemkine I found out about a book written on Gomes cinema: Au pied du Mont Tabou, basically the report of three days conversations in Lisbon between Gomes and some of his usual collaborators (the director of photography Rui Poças and his assistant Lisa Persson, the sound engineer Vasco Pimentel and the producer Luis Urbano) together with French journalist Cyril Neyrat:

Of course, I bought it and then asked Gomes to sign it for me! (but I keep secret his signature until the Zazie D’or.. you’ll see why).
Here’s Zazie talking to Gomes (picture by my friend Cristina):

It was such a lovely meeting and I enjoyed immensely listening to Gomes.

Please have a look at the video of his conversation at Potemkine: not only you’ll hear very interesting things, but you can see Zazie seated in the front row. 
How can you ask for more??!!!

Paris nous appartient

POUR TOUJOURS!
Zazie

This post is dedicated to Raphaël Hilz

Jean Gruault, L'ultimo dei Romantici

Truffaut e Gruault sul set di L'Enfant Sauvage (1970)

François Truffaut non amava scrivere i suoi film da solo. 
Di prassi, si è sempre circondato di uno o più sceneggiatori con i quali collaborava regolarmente: Marcel Moussy, Jean-Louis Richard, Claude de Givray, Suzanne Schiffman, Jean Aurel e... Jean Gruault. E’ proprio con quest’ultimo che ha avuto la collaborazione più lunga e “produttiva”. 
Cinque film scritti insieme: Jules et Jim (1962), L’Enfant Sauvage (1970), Les Deux Anglaises et le Continent (1971), L’Histoire d’Adèle H (1975) e La Chambre verte (1978). 
Praticamente cinque capolavori.
E’ di questi giorni la notizia della morte di Gruault, avvenuta all’età di 90 anni (era nato fuori Parigi nell’Agosto del 1924). 
Truffaut non era il solo regista della Nouvelle Vague con cui Gruault aveva lavorato, anzi... Da Rivette (Paris Nous Appartient e La Religieuse), passando per Godard (Les Carabiniers), sino ad arrivare ad Alain Resnais (con il quale scriverà tre film: Mon Oncle d’Amérique, La vie est un Roman e L’Amour à mort), Gruault sarà uno sceneggiatore di predilezione per tutti i registi del gruppo.

Gérard Depardieu in Mon Oncle d'Amérique (1980)

Gruault nel corso della sua lunga carriera ha collaborato anche con Roberto Rossellini (La prise de pouvoir par Louis XIV), con i Fratelli Dardenne (Je pense à vous) et con André Téchiné (Les Soeurs Brontë). 
Grualt aveva per altro scritto due sceneggiature per Truffaut che non sono mai state girate dal regista ma che sono state riprese da altri, in particolare, all’ultimo Festival di Cannes, Valérie Donzelli ha presentato Marguerite & Julien, una storia d’amore tra due fratelli.
Uomo di grande cultura e dal piglio molto ironico, lo sceneggiatore era un personaggio simpaticissimo. L'ho sentito parlare una volta alla Cinémathèque ad una tavola rotonda dedicata a Truffaut, e aveva subito rubato la scena agli altri partecipanti, con una sfilza di aneddoti e di battute, si era conquistato il pubblico in men che non si dica (date un'occhiata al filmato qui sotto per capire). 
Se uno scorre la filmografia di Gruault, appare chiaro che a lui piacesse scrivere soprattutto di una cosa: della passione.
Quella con la P maiuscola, quella amorosa, quella eccessiva, quella che sconfina nella follia, quella così totalizzante da superare anche la morte. 
Insomma mi viene da pensare che Jean Gruault fosse l’ultimo dei romantici.
Non a caso, c’è un film nella sua filmografia a cui io sono particolarmente affezionata, e che penso nessuno al mondo ricordi.
Si tratta di Australia, film del 1989 di un oscuro regista belga, Jean-Jacques Andrien, che Gruault ha scritto, niente poco di meno che, con (un allora sconosciuto) Jacques Audiard.
Il motivo per cui all’epoca mi ero precipitata a vedere il film, stava tutto nella scelta degli attori. 
I protagonisti di questa love story segnata dal contrasto tra la luce, il calore, lo spazio sconfinato del paesaggio Australiano e il buio, il freddo e lo spazio ristretto del paesaggio Fiammingo, erano Fanny Ardant e Jeremy Irons. 
Ancora oggi bellissimi, all’epoca facevano quasi male agli occhi talmente risplendevano di luce propria:

Stranamente, nel sentire la notizia, più che ad un capolavoro assoluto come Jules & Jim, è a questo strano film che ho pensato, perché in qualche modo di opere così, pur con i loro difetti, non se ne scrivono più. 
Il romanticismo non è più quello di un tempo.
E senza Jean Gruault, lo sarà ancora meno.

Ciné-balade Truffaut

And when you thought that the "Truffaut's Month" was over, here comes Zazie with another adventure related to her favorite film-maker of all time.
I read many times about these Ciné-Balades, Cinema Walks around Paris, but until last week I never had the chance to follow one. Of course, when I heard that the new ciné-balade was about François Truffaut (in the 9th and 18th arrondissement, where I live!), I immediately decided to participate.
So there I was, last Saturday, with a bunch of unknown but very nice people.
The meeting point with Juliette, our guide, was in a very truffautian endroit, the church of the Trinité, in Place de la Trinité:

In the fountain in front of the church, after a night spent outside, Antoine Doinel in Les 400 Coups famously washes his face:

The second stop-over was an unexpected one: the Hotel Langlois, at 63 Rue Saint Lazare.

This hotel, that was once named Hotel des Croisés, was used in 2001 by the American film-maker Jonathan Demme for the shooting of his movie The Truth about Charlie (remake of Charade, the 1963 Stanley Donen movie with Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant). The film was a massive homage to French cinema in general and Nouvelle Vague in particular. Demme re-named the hotel Hotel Langlois in honor of Henri Langlois, the man behind the Cinematheque Française, and the owners loved so much the name that they decided to keep it. I thought it was a super cute story!

The third place we visited was Place Saint Georges: Truffaut used the Theatre Saint Georges as location for the theatre where the jewish director Lucas Steiner hides himself during the Paris occupation in Le dernier Métro (1980):

The next stop-over was always related to Henri Langlois: when his family moved from Turkey to Paris, he lived in Rue Laferrière, above the Place Saint Georges, and it was in his apartment (quite famously in its bath tub) that he was piling up all the film reels he could find before the creation of the Cinémathèque:

Truffaut spent his (sad) childhood just a couple of streets above this one, at the 33 of Rue de Navarin:

Antoine Doinel, his alter ego in Les 400 Coups, lives very close by, at n° 4 of Place Gustave Toudouze:

The school of Antoine Doinel and François Truffaut was not far away, the Lycée Jacques Decour, in Avenue Trudaine:

Avenue Trudaine is also the street where, in Baisers Volés (1968), Doinel as private detective follows a woman and the woman immediately understands somebody is following her!

In Les 400 Coups, Antoine Doinel very often finds a shelter for the night at his best friend's place. I didn't know that the interiors of René's parents house were filmed in a big apartment at n° 10 of Rue de Douai!

The exteriors, though, were filmed in the private street Avenue Frochot, which was an homage to Truffaut's favorite French film-maker, Jean Renoir, who lived many years in this gorgeous street:

Always in Rue de Douai, but this time at n° 41, there was the apartment of Jacques Doniol-Valcroze, who was the founder of the Cahiers du Cinéma together with André Bazin. In this apartment Truffaut filmed, in 1955, his first short-movie, Une Visite. Truffaut was so unhappy about it, that notoriously destroyed every copy of his first serious attempt to cinema. Probably the most interesting thing to say about this short movie is that the cinematographer was a certain Jacques Rivette, while the editor was a certain Alain Resnais... 

In the near Rue Mansart, there is the restaurant owned by Jeanne Moreau's father, La Cloche D'Or. The place is still open and still looks quite charming:

Paris is a city full of great and beautiful cinemas, but I think that at the time of Truffaut's childhood, there were really incredible salles de cinéma! The greatest one was the famous Gaumont Palace, considered the "biggest cinema in the world": its theater could contain 6000 people. Built in 1899, completely renovated in 1931, the cinema was sadly closed in 1973. Now at the same address of Rue Caulaincourt, you can find an awful Castorama and a miserable Hôtel Mercure... Modern time suck!

The walk took end in front of the Montmartre Cemetery, where Truffaut is buried.
It was time for Juliette to show us the last piece of movie with her i-pad and super cute sound system:

Before leaving, one of the participants, a curator at the Montmartre Cemetery, told us the most incredible story: one day, in his office, Jean-Pierre Léaud showed up asking if it would have been possible to have the grave near the one of Truffaut for himself. When he was told that wasn't feasible, Léaud insisted again and again and left his phone number, praying them to call him if things would have changed. The curator and his colleagues found out, a bit later, that the grave was actually available. They called Léaud's number but in vane: they never had an answer. 
Long live Antoine Doinel!

I wish to thank Juliette of Ciné-Balade for being such a lovely guide.
Dear readers, if you happen to be in Paris in the next weeks, the Ciné-Balade Truffaut is still going on. Don't miss it!