Being unwanted is a powerful feeling.
A life devoted to a profession, and then (poof!)…
But aging is a powerful experience even when separated from an event of displacement.
Let me clarify:
Aging can make one vulnerable.
We are only all too aware that we aren’t as handsome or as beautiful as we once were.
We are made aware of this decline by way of “the spectacle” (to borrow an idea from Guy Debord).
Sure, we can read it in the glances of everyone we meet, but we must realize that those eyes have glanced upon the ideal. Those eyes are connected to minds. Those minds have been imprinted like microchips.
With what? “The tyranny of good looks…” to quote the brilliant Marilyn Yalom.
The quote comes from her excellent volume How the French Invented Love (2012). Yes, this nonfiction tome is only too relevant to the subject at hand: Charlie Chaplin’s bizarre Monsieur Verdoux.
This one won’t have you laughing yourself into the aisle. Not till the back nine (at the earliest).
Charles Chaplin was a rebel. When it worked, the world loved him. When it didn’t? Ah-la-la… No one can be completely spared the wrath of the public.
A quick glance at the ever-reliable Wikipedia [cough cough] tells us that Monsieur Verdoux fared better in Europe than in America.
Quickly perusing the section marked “Reception” we might come to the conclusion that audiences in the United States did not “get” this film.
So then did we merely have a cultural barrier (and its opposite) in operation as far as world reception?
I think not. I think that Europe’s humor was forever changed by the World Wars. Coming just two years after the second ended, this film was a litmus test. What could be found funny in this cruel new world?
The entire world had lost its innocence.
And so the comedian was forced to make do with the sordid rubble.
It is not spoiling much to tell you that in this film Chaplin plays a serial killer. The idea apparently originated with Orson Welles, but the treatment was no doubt a full Chaplin adaption.
Yes, it is shocking. A bit. Nowadays. But then?!? It must have been much more scandalous.
This was the first time Chaplin took to the screen in a feature film without relying to any extent upon the Little Tramp character. It was a brave departure!
What I find most fascinating about this film is that the fictional Verdoux, like the real-life Hitler, was a vegetarian and animal lover.
Ah! However…Verdoux was based on a real killer: Henri Désiré Landru.
They share the same first name (and a rhyming last):
They also share a profession: used furniture merchant.
It is not clear to me (without further research) whether the vegetarian/animal lover aspects were inventions of Chaplin or not.
I’m guessing they were.
In any case, they are effective reminders about the intricacy of human personalities.
Schindler’s List comes down to us as a hack film because it lacks life. That is the message I get from reading Godard’s critique of Spielberg. What is more, Godard seems to lament (mourn) the lack of video footage shot within German concentration camps during WWII.
Some have construed this as holocaust denial.
I don’t think that is the point.
However, Godard’s presentation of his argument brings with it a certain amount of skepticism. Put simply, his question seems to be (in my own words), “How could the Germans be so technologically advanced (particularly in film and motion picture equipment) yet fail to shoot any footage within the camps?”
What comes down to us today is footage of said camps’ “liberations”… Indeed, Hollywood directors were tasked with making propaganda of the hideous findings (George Stevens comes to mind) [not that they needed much help there].
And so why have I made this detour? Simply to illustrate that the human brain is smarter than Hollywood assumes it is.
Spielberg is not a great director. He’s merely a rich director.
Chaplin was a great director. Monsieur Verdoux was largely a failure in the United States.
To come back to Guy Debord (and I paraphrase heavily in translation from the French), “Reality has been turned on its head…”
The spectacle reigns supreme. Who cares if it’s true? Even better than the real thing. That is the message of Debord’s La Société du spectacle (published in 1967). And that message is relevant to Monsieur Verdoux.
Perhaps it was the Letterists (of which Debord was a member)…perhaps it was the Situationists (of which Debord was the guiding light)…one of these groups boycotted Chaplin when he arrived in France.
Ah, I have found it. Indeed. 1952. It was the Letterists. Their screed pamphlet called Chaplin a “con artist of sentiments”. [translation by Len Bracken]
Indeed, that is just the role Chaplin took up five years previous in our film Monsieur Verdoux. It is also part of the argument which Godard has made against Spielberg.
As much as I love Debord (one of my three favorite writers), I have to disagree with his early (pre-Situationist) position against Chaplin. Godard would likely disagree with Debord and the Letterists on this matter as well (judging from the abundance of Chaplin films referenced in his magnum opus Histoire(s) du cinema). But I must agree with Godard regarding Spielberg. It does no honor to the memory of Holocaust victims nor survivors to give the sad event the “Hollywood touch”.
Godard has (along with most of humanity) been called anti-Semitic. I don’t believe that to be the case regarding the most important director to have lived. A single glance is not enough to absorb what Jean-Luc is saying in any of his films (not to mention writings or interviews).
Ah, but now I am far off-track. I have left Verdoux in the dust.
But that is alright.
Perhaps the measure of a film’s greatness is how much it makes us think?
Here’s my two cents: Godard is right, Debord is mostly right, Chaplin is a genius, and Spielberg is no less a prick than he ever was.
I’m think Debord was so concerned with revolutionizing the way people experience their day to day lives, he tended to be hypercritical of everyone he felt had failed to do the same. (To memory, he was not complementary on Godard either, in the 1960s anyway.)
I’ll go on for even longer if I start with Godard, but I’ll say that I agree with you: nothing he’s done has ever suggested anti-Semitism to me. He tends to support the weaker of any two combatants in any historical circumstance.
Yes, Debord and the Situationists referred to Godard as “the Swiss Maoist”, making reference to his UN-Frenchness as much as his particular brand of Marxism (circa La Chinoise, I’m guessing). I think you are right about Debord hypercritical stance. Godard developed a similar stance (which actually caused the end of his friendship with Truffaut, among others). I admire Godard for taking the Palestinian cause seriously so long ago. JLG was supposedly the victim of a scare tactic when a bomb went off outside the editing lab where he was working on the footage he shot in Palestine. I think the original film was to be called Jusqua la victoire, but for one reason or another he held onto the footage until it eventually became a part of Ici et ailleurs. Perhaps he was sufficiently spooked by the bombing. –Paul
I remember Sartre’s apartment was once rigged to explode by a French Algerian sect. I think it failed to go off because of incompetence. I guess if you’re a French Leftist you face death by explosion and harsh criticism by all your compatriots. Amazing the French produced as many as they did.
Yeah, I fear the xenophobic right is in ascendence at the moment (both in France and the U.S.). Interestingly, though Godard was a Marxist I’ve also heard him described as having a fascist attitude in his early professional years. That said, he was pretty evidently on the far left by the end of his nouvelle vague-era films.