Film Review
To bed or nor to bed, that is the profound existential choice that Eric
Rohmer lays before us in his six moral tales (contes moraux), of which
the best-known and most perfectly constructed is
Ma nuit chez Maud, the third in the
series. This was the film that brought Rohmer international
recognition (as well as two Oscar nominations) and established him as
one of France's leading auteur filmmakers. Because of his
association with François Truffaut, Jean-Luc Godard and Claude
Chabrol on the review paper
Les
Cahiers du cinéma, Rohmer is considered one of the
leading lights of the French New Wave, although his career only really
took off when la Nouvelle Vague was in terminal decline.
Rohmer's films have none of the revolutionary fervour that we associate
with the French New Wave. Instead, they are invariably low-key
dialogue-heavy dramas (all too often dismissed as talky romances for
intellectuals) which are content merely to explore the complexities of
human relationships. It is the consistency and perceptiveness of
Rohmer's work that distinguish it from that of his contemporaries and
allowed him to retain a loyal following, in spite of some infantile
criticism from those who failed to see the beauty of his art. The
cinema of Eric Rohmer has an irresistible charm for anyone who can
appreciate quiet films that explore matters of the heart with insight,
poetry and perfectly judged emotional restraint.
Rohmer began his six moral tales in 1963 with two short films,
La Boulangère de Monceau
and
La Carrière de Suzanne.
Ma nuit chez Maud was to have
been next but the director instead shot
La Collectionneuse (1967), the
fourth in the series and Rohmer's first excursion into colour.
Ma nuit chez Maud followed, and
the series concluded with
Le Genou de Claire (1970) and
L'Amour l'après-midi
(1972). In each of these films, a man is confronted with a stark
moral dilemma: should he remain faithful to the woman he thinks he is
in love with, or should he allow himself to be tempted by another woman
who offers immediate gratification but perhaps nothing
else? In
Ma nuit chez
Maud, the dilemma is posed in reference to Blaise Pascal's
famous wager. The latter states that even if the likelihood of
the desired outcome is minuscule, you should always bet on this outcome
if you expect the rewards to be worth it.
The central irony of the film is that the main character Jean-Louis is a die-hard
Catholic who has an almost psychotic loathing for Pascal, presumably
because his wager has been used to provide the most cynical argument
for believing in God. (If you believe, you gain everything if God
exists and lose nothing if he does not; if you do not believe, you gain
nothing in either case. Hence, it is logical to believe in
God.) Despite his antipathy for Pascal, Jean-Louis ends up
applying his wager to resolve his moral conundrum - he rejects an easy
but meaningless amorous liaison in favour of one that, whilst less
likely to end the way he wants it, offers a far greater
return. Just as we should suspect the integrity of those
whose belief in the Almighty is based on Pascal's argument, so we scent
more than whiff of bourgeois hypocrisy in Jean-Louis' decision to
repulse the lubricious seductress Maud in favour of the inhibited
Françoise (the latter is, after all, 12 years his junior).
Much of the humour of this film (and there is humour in most of
Rohmer's films, if you know where to look) arises from Jean-Louis's
moral confusion and pathetic attempts at self-justification.
Early on in the film, he admits that the reason he is a Catholic is
because he came from a Catholic family - just after Rohmer has flashed
up a quote from Pascal's
Pensées
which scorns unthinking belief as a kind of delusion intended merely to
check our animal passions. After being out-manoeuvred
intellectually by his old friend Vidal, Jean-Louis soon finds himself
at the tender mercies of an even greater enemy, the predatory man-eater
Maud. A wiser man, a man with an ounce of sense and moral
conviction, would have left the scene long before Maud took down her
stockings, slipped under the covers and put her "come hither" routine
into overdrive. Instead, Jean-Louis sticks around and allows his
moral confusion to slowly transform him into a quivering pop-eyed
eunuch. Only after he has wrapped himself from head to foot in a
bed cover does he feel safe from the she-Devil he is compelled to spend
the night with. Then, once this ordeal is over, Jean-Louis does
something even more bizarre. He goes out and propositions a
complete stranger in the street, putting Pascal's wager to the test a
second time. If the woman he accosts slaps him in the face, he
loses nothing; if she falls into his arms and swears undying love, it's
happy ever after. (He overlooked the possibility that she might
run off to the nearest gendarme and have him thrown into jail for sexual
harassment.) Fortunately, the gods are on Jean-Louis's side and
the bet comes off. Or does it? Are we to take
seriously the film's twee happy ending? By putting his faith in
mathematics rather than instinct, Jean-Louis not only demonstrates his
lack of moral fibre, but he may also have sacrificed true love for a
bland bourgeois imitation.
Ma nuit chez Maud is not only
one of Rohmer's most probing and intelligent films, it is also one of
his most visually alluring compositions. Nestor Almendros's lush
black and white photography, which is particularly beautiful in the
nocturnal exterior scenes, makes a striking contrast with the sumptuous
colour of
La Collectionneuse,
the director's previous film. It is strange that Rohmer chose to
make all of his subsequent films in colour, because monochrome seems to
be so well-suited for his style of cinema, bringing a focus and sharp
veracity that colour often tends to diminish. As in many of the
films of the French New Wave, Almendros's black and white photography
conveys modernity and sophistication, but here it also serves the
story, emphasising the moral ambiguity of the main protagonist and
adding immensely to the tension in his scenes with the two women he
must choose between. The superiority of monochrome over colour is
apparent in the sequence in which Françoise Fabian makes her
sultry seduction of Jean-Louis Trintignant, the most erotic scene of
any Rohmer film - and also the funniest.
© James Travers 2011
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Next Eric Rohmer film:
Le Genou de Claire (1970)