"Le Grand Amour" (1969)
is a delightful, surrealist French comedy, a celebration of free form filmic
narrative that employs a wholly playful visual approach to the stream of
consciousness device. A routine plot of a bourgeois French businessman falling
for his beautiful young secretary is given a refreshingly original and
unconventional treatment that would please the fans of Luis Bunuel and older
silent era slapstick comedies alike.
Etaix's film is not so
much about the premise than it is about its highly inventive stylistic methods
of storytelling. It is a testament to the power of cinematic language in
conveying the infinite ideas and feelings that occupy the complex human mind.
The entire film is narrated by the lead character Pierre, played by writer-director
Pierre Étaix, who taps the medium of the motion picture to his maximum
advantage in order to tell his story and reveal his deepest thoughts in a
visually enchanting, and entertaining manner that has to be seen to be
believed.
Random musings of the
brain come alive in flashbacks resulting in hilarious visuals. "When I think
about it, I could have married lots of others", Pierre muses and instantly we
see Pierre getting married to a whole gang of brides! We see, as Pierre
narrates. Every little detail of his thought process, no matter how whimsical
and absurd, manifests itself visually on screen.
Etaix's comic flair
ensures that despite a wafer thin plot, the viewer is hooked and thoroughly
entertained throughout the duration of the film. Etaix fulfills the challenge
rather effortlessly by showcasing an all-round talent of superlative acting,
great writing and its equally great transformation to the screen. A Bunuel-esque
bourgeois take-down is evident in the depiction of the mannered existence of Pierre's
wife Florence's (Annie Fratellini) family. A wildly funny propagation of a
grapevine among gossipy older women shows how Pierre's innocuous doff of the
hat to a lady in the park turns into a full-on romp in the bushes!
Ironically, the
distortions of facts are not limited to the ladies that Etaix satirizes. He
lets the audiences have a good laugh on his own self in that superb gag in
which he cannot make up his mind as to where he met Florence, whether on the
terrace of a café or inside it. As he switches constantly between the
locations, the vexed waiter who is actually part of the recollection jumps out of the story and asks him to make up his mind!
In other funny instances,
we see exact contradictions to what Pierre is imagining or narrating. A striking
example is the very ignorant notion of how he might have broken two hearts,
those of his childhood sweethearts by deciding to marry Florence. Ditto for
that deliriously absurd turn in which he declares to Florence's mother that he
had decided not to marry Florence, and yet we see them getting married
eventually. Or even that very universal bit in which local perceptions of Pierre's
marriage are thwarted by juxtaposing disheartening gossip against a visibly
healthy marital coexistence.
Considering Pierre's
system of habitation and the fact that he has in a way, married into Florence's
family perhaps makes him feel suffocated. Pierre and Florence reside just a storey
above his in-laws and the fact that he has taken over his father-in-law's
tannery business, makes him feel uncomfortable, a situation from which he seeks
freedom of the mind. This freedom comes in the form of the comely young
secretary, Agnes (Nicole Calfan), all of eighteen, with an extremely cute,
innocent face, but not the strictly naïve kind either.
Pierre, who feels he got
married much earlier in age and perhaps agreeing that it was wrong to marry a
woman his own age, now begins to feel an unrelenting attraction to the much
younger Agnes. Etaix makes the viewer see through Pierre's lens as the camera
looks lovingly at Agnes, almost as if seeking the viewer's approval about how
it is not unnatural for a bored man in his 30s to fall for her charms!
Astonishingly, we almost
always see Agnes through the eyes of Pierre and his wildly outrageous
fantasies, the best of which comes in the form of the extraordinary bed-on-wheels
segment, when Pierre embarks on a hauntingly beautiful dream, snug in bed with
Agnes in a teeny nightie; except they aren't really making love on this bed,
just lying in each other's arms and travelling freely, as the bed glides along
on its wheels (!) along an empty but beautiful country road. Along the way,
they pass other dreamers-on-beds by, one of them perhaps a hospital bed, with a
man in a cast!
The USP of the film are
these fantasies and the seamless blending of these sequences with reality, in a
marvelous job of editing which is intelligently thought out, carefully
executed, and far from random. The comedic flavor of course, adds to the
entertainment quotient, almost to the same degree as the jaw-dropping
imagination, a product of the combined genius of Etaix and the great
Jean-Claude Carriere. It is interesting to note, that the slapstick part mostly
comes only during the bits which aren't strictly real, in a way as to mock the
absurdity of stories told, either through a grapevine or through someone’s wild
imagination.
Ultimately, "Le Grand
Amour" becomes a unique venture that combines slapstick with the psychological
realm, thereby distinguishing itself from the considerably broader, literal action
oriented comedy of the silent era, and yet retaining its entire comic flavor,
evident from a whole lot of incredibly funny moments sprinkled throughout. The
heightened colours and use of buoyant music beautifully complement the film's
joyful universe.
The only tiny grouse that
bothers is the wrapped-up ending that comes off as very convenient and visibly
lacking in ingenuity as compared to what comes before it. The cyclical as well
as prophetic form that the conclusion takes, making the gossip mongers happy
comes off as a bit too conventional for a film so remarkably offbeat.
It is a minor speck that
deserves forgiveness, however, for by that point, Etaix has your heart
conquered with his charming ode to free love.
Score: 10/10






















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