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Galerie Dennis Cooper presents … Greer Lankton

 

‘Trans girls writing about Greer Lankton’s art have a tendency to make her work about themselves. It’s a sentiment I encounter often as I’m researching her life, and it’s certainly true that trans women are often accused of rewriting our saints to fit our pet theories.

‘That’s not to say that she made it easy for others to rewrite her story. Lankton was a wickedly talented trans woman artist who created life-size dolls based on cult figures such as Candy Darling, Jackie Kennedy and Divine. “It’s amazing how well she documented her life. I think she did that knowing that she wanted people to know who she was and to be remembered,” says Sarah Hallett, an archivist at Mattress Factory, a Pittsburgh gallery that houses a significant archive of Lankton’s work. “I think that’s one of the most powerful things about [our] archive. It really continues for her to tell her story the way she wanted to tell it.”

‘Lankton’s interest in art was piqued early. She was born in 1958 and grew up in the U.S. Midwest. She was a sissy, crafting her own dolls at a young age. At her peak, she was featured in groundbreaking exhibitions like New York/New Wave at MoMA PS1, alongside Jean-Michel Basquiat, Robert Mapplethorpe and Keith Haring. But her work is still widely unknown among wider, cis audiences. Largely ignored by mainstream art critics, Lankton’s story has fallen on fellow trans women and archivists to tell.

‘Trans women rarely control their artistic legacies. Lankton’s parents, trans women, celebrity admirers and ex-lovers all paint their own picture of her life. Each storyteller owns the Greer they knew, but it’s impossible to paint a full picture of the raucous, beautiful, filthy artist without exploring her paradoxes. Her complexity is most clear in the way she talked about her sex change.

‘“Well, see, I always have the identity of being a transsexual,” she began in a 1995 interview with museum curator Carmen Vendelin, “I have all these arguments with transsexuals about this because there’s a whole school of thought that you should just forget you were a boy … there’s this other school of thought where you accept the fact that … you’re not really a woman, but in your daily life you pretty much act like a woman and do what women do, but deep inside you know; you don’t forget that you used to be a boy … I can’t actually say that I am a woman.”

‘In the same interview she recounted a nervous breakdown that led to a “horrible” hospitalization where she was put on Thorazine and told to make a choice at 21: “Be gay, or become a girl.” Lankton dubbed her surgery “the Kmart of sex-change operations.” She had just completed a few years of art school in Chicago and was about to move to New York.

‘In interviews, Monroe has stated he believes this ultimatum was made by Lankton’s mother. According to Monroe, her mother wanted “a solution,” while her father never said a word. “How could he not stop her?” Monroe recalled Lankton saying of her father’s silence. “Just lately, I’ve started thinking he didn’t protect me.”

‘When I spoke with Lankton’s artistic mentee, Jojo Baby, they told a similar story. “Her parents gave her an ultimatum one summer. They said either you get a job or you get a sex change and she’s like, ‘I hate to work, so I got the sex change’… it was performed wrong and she never could be penetrated. She said that she always looked for boys with long fingers.”

‘Who controls a trans woman’s bodily autonomy? There’s something less than triumphant about this gender journey. Perhaps this is why everyone tries to speak for Lankton, to find their own authentic version of her shifting identity and the “truth” of trans identity. In his remembrance, the critic Hilton Als pointed out she was the daughter of a pastor whose congregation helped fund her transition. “How could Greer ever repay them?” Als asked. Must she? How much do trans women owe the individual GoFundMe donors who snap at their post-surgery looks, asking for play-by-plays?

‘Once in New York, Lankton studied at the Pratt Institute. She began exhibiting at Civilian Warfare in the East Village with solo and group shows that brought her some notoriety. In 1981, her work hypnotized audiences at New York/New Wave. She’d barely recovered from her surgery and was only just starting her meteoric career at 23. She soon met Paul Monroe, a jeweller who ran a store called Einsteins in the East Village. Lankton began exhibiting her dolls in the shop windows. They married in 1987. Peter Hujar, Nan Goldin and David Wojnarowicz all attended the wedding. Two tiny dolls of Greer and Paul stood atop their wedding cake.

‘Around this time, Lankton assembled many of the dolls she’s most known for: Andy Warhol, Divine, Diana Vreeland and dolls based on people she saw in photographs or walking around the East Village, including Sissy and Princess Pamela (now owned by Iggy Pop). “They’re all freaks. Outsiders, untouchables. They’re like biographies, the kind of people you’d like to know about. Really interesting and fucked up,” Lankton told the East Village Eye in 1984.

‘For most of her life Lankton struggled with heroin and disordered eating, ruminating on celebrity and the curves of her body. She modelled for friends Nan Goldin and Peter Hujar—often nude with her dolls. In her 2010 thesis, Karen Karuza stated it best: “We can clearly see Greer as one of her dolls.” That is, she too was constructed, both by surgery and anorexia.

‘Some of her work explicitly addressed her acts of transformation. “Some of them I change from like a boy to a girl or a girl to a boy,” she said. One of her hermaphrodite dolls gives birth to another.

‘Many of the dolls were wearable and Lankton would often walk around inside of them. Writer Gretchen Felker-Martin, one admirer of Lankton, remarked, “I think [it’s] so fascinating, for someone who so publicly struggled with anorexia to covet fatness and to use it to protect herself in public.”

‘To Lankton, the dolls were beautiful, living beings who evolved over time. They struggled with the same things she did: addiction, anorexia, dysphoria, love. Art critics often refer to the dolls as uncanny or grotesque, taking on an occult quality. But the dolls are clearly baptized in Lankton’s love. These are fabulous women with couture gowns and looks like stun guns. Defiant, gaunt, nude, corpulent—they laugh at our gaze. They’re over us. The dolls are a family, primping under their mother’s proud gaze.

‘In the ’90s, Lankton’s addiction worsened. She divorced Monroe and moved to Chicago to detox. Their divorce was finalized in 1993, though Monroe “insists that the pair never divorced and that Lankton’s mother forged divorce papers.” In letters and psychiatric evaluations from the Mattress Factory, Lankton stated: “Paul beat me up, threatens + tries to kill me.”

‘In Chicago, Lankton frequently decorated store windows with her dolls and artwork while mentoring Jojo Baby. The pair were introduced by their mutual friend Reagan, a lover of Lankton’s. They decided to meet for the first time at a bar. “I walked into the bar and there was only this suburban lady,” Jojo Baby recalls. “I walked up and we started to chat. ‘What’s a nice suburban lady like you doing in a place like this?’ She said, ‘I’m one of the girls too.’”

‘In one window display for a punk store called the Alley, Lankton scrawled a prophesy: “Hermaphroditic deity: ‘It’ lay in bed in a heroin haze. The make-up and hair, glamorous perfection, one thing that never let ‘it’ down … depression transformed into anger. ‘It’ would kill all the assholes who had stolen free entertainment laughing at the glamour only she-males possess.” Cis passersby beware. “Suicide or homicide,” the sign concluded.

‘Jojo Baby recalls Lankton’s time in Chicago as a difficult period. Lankton struggled with anorexia, attempted suicide and was sexually assaulted while taking out the trash. Jojo Baby knew about her eating disorder and always tried to get her to eat something. “I knew that she loved shrimp and broccoli, so I would always go to this Chinese restaurant,” they say.

‘But it was also a prolific period for the artist. The pair spent their time together working at a feverish speed while listening to Kate Bush’s “Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God).”

‘“She pricked her fingers every now and then, and it was the dolls’ thirst for blood that brought them to life. So there’s a little bit of Greer’s blood in all her dolls,” JoJo Baby says.

‘Lankton’s career outlook was ramping up in 1995—she exhibited at the Whitney Museum of American Arty and the Venice Biennial, and mounted her infamous solo show at the Mattress Factory. There was an intensity to this final exhibition, “It’s All about ME, not you,” a haunting one-for-one recreation of her living room full of Patti Smith memorabilia, headless crucifixes, troll dolls, hormone prescriptions and hints of addiction relapse.

‘Lankton summed up her life in the accompanying artist statement: “I’ve been in therapy since 18 months old, started drugs at 12, was diagnosed as schizophrenic at 19, started hormones the week after I quit Thorazine, got my dick inverted at 21, kicked Heroin 6 years ago. Have been Anorexic since 19 and plan to continue and you know what I say FUCK Recovery, FUCK PSYCHIATRY … By the way I’m an artist and Andy Warhol was the dullest person I ever met in my life.”

‘Not long after the solo show opened, Lankton overdosed and passed away at 38.’ — Grace Byron

 

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Further

Greer Lankton Site
Greer Lankton Archives @ instagram
GREER LANKTON, A MEMOIR
Book: ‘Greer Lankton: Sketchbook, September 1977’
GREER LANKTON by Nan Goldin
1980s Icon Greer Lankton Explored Glamour and Gender in Her Eerie Dolls
Greer Lankton: An Artist’s Life in the Village of the Dolls
Q&A with Paul Monroe: Life and Work of Greer Lankton
The Radical Life & Work of Genderqueer Artist Greer Lankton
Greer Lankton’s sketchbook diagrams the construction of a self
UNCANNY VALLEY OF THE DOLLS
Greer Lankton’s Lonely Dolls
“I Swear to Become my Body”: Greer Lankton
Girl in Pieces: The Quasi-Subjectivity of Greer Lankton’s Dolls
A Rebel Whose Dolls Embodied Her Demons
Just Turn On With Me And You’re Not Alone
The Pretty Ones Aren’t Very Interesting: The Genderqueer Art Of Greer Lankton
Trail-blazing trans artist Greer Lankton gave the girls the dolls we need

 

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Sketchbook

Sketchbook, September 1977 reproduces the intimacy and raw candor of artist Greer Lankton’s sketchbook from a month as a student at the Art Institute of Chicago, when she was nineteen. Some of these early sketches evoke the uncanny, life-size, handsewn dolls Lankton would later become known for in the East Village art scene of the 1980s, where she collaborated with Nan Goldin, Peter Hujar, and David Wojnarowicz, among many others. In this sketchbook, though, her central preoccupation is not working on art so much as figuring out a way to live.’ — Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore

 

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Extras


Greer Lankton – “It’s all about ME, Not You”


Queer Art TV: Greer Lankton


Greer Lankton at the 1995 Whitney Biennial


Peggy Moffitt Doll BY Greer Lankton 1985

 

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Interview
from East Village Eye

 

I conducted this interview with Greer Lankton prior to her first solo show at Civilian Warfare Gallery when her cramped studio apartment was filled with her dolls. I felt we were not alone. In the month since we talked, her show has come and gone and did not do so unnoticed. Lankton’s art crosses many taboo social barriers and may be always be subject to criticism for it. As various community groups received complaints on the content and accessibility ( kids could see the show from the street as they walked by ) of Lanktons work they banded together to force Civilian Warfare to paper it’s windows and enforce a R – rating admission policy.

I interviewed Greer Lankton because she is an artist I respect. We talked about her transexuality because i was curious and thought a lot of people would like to know also. My fear is that I was being sensationalist, sure I was but so is Greer Lankton. If I can prove anything with my interviews it would be that artists are works of their own creation Lankton has changed herself and invented a character a living personality that is one of the most real and human I have ever met.

Carlo McCormick: Greer when I have written about you in the past, I’ve never mentioned your sex change. I just didn’t think it was necessary…
GREER: It’s not necessary to mention it all the time.
I don’t think your work has to be put into that context. But when I do interviews I find it more interesting to talk about life then art. Do you mind if I ask you about your transexuality?
GREER: Like where I got it and how much it cost? It was cheap.
All the sordid details.How long ago was it?
GREER: Five years.
And you have to wait three years to get one?
GREER: No, just one. I started taking hormones when I was 20 and had the operation when I was 21.
I can figure out old you are now.
GREER: I’m 26, soon I’ll be 27 and before you know it I’ll be 30.
Time for a facelift. Can I call your sculptures “dolls”?
GREER: Sure.
Not like Barbie, but still about womanhood.
GREER: Sort of, but not always womanhood.
Transexuality and androgyny?
GREER: Yes, they are also about beauty. male and female. Like I was trying to make them pretty, but they always come out disturbed.
Like the obesity or the anorexia? Does that come from your own self image? Were you ever anorexic?
GREER: Yes, but not severely. I’ve been in therapy for two years.
So we can’t talk about how fat you are?
GREER: But I’m not fat, am I?
No, I was just testing you.
GREER: Where are my diet pills, my laxatives? Sure it comes out of that. But also just looking at bodies. There are so many different types.
But they’re more psychological than physical.
GREER: Yes, I try to make them seem like they have some sort of personality and feelings. Something going on inside. Except for her, ( pointing ) she’s kinda dumb.
She looks like an African fertility goddess.
GREER: Yeah, with dreadlocks. I think she should have a cock too, but I’m not sure.
I love that they have interchangeable parts, especially the sex organs. How are they built?
GREER: Wire, metal, eye joints. wood plaster, fabric.
Do you stuff them?
GREER: No, I have to make them from the inside out, that’s why they take so long. It’s layers and layers of sewing. The skin is the last part.
And you recycle old dolls?
GREER: Yes, right now I am making mostly Sissy dolls. And sex change doll. Like this one of Terri Toye; she’s a sex change.
How planned are they?
GREER: I know how it’s going to look, but then they don’t. They get their emotions as I go along. I like to do lots of surgery, like a nose job or redoing their lips.
Do these personalities fit into an overall context?
GREER: Well, they are all freaks. Outsiders, untouchables. They’re like biographies, the kind of people you’d like to know about. Really interesting and fucked up. It’s what you want to read, the kind of people you stop and notice.
Like the one with the sunglasses. They’re self destructive but that’s half the glamor.
GREER: They’re so glamorous. If you saw them in real life you’d die.
I can’t help to think of your Artforum ad: it was amazing. One has to credit Peter Hujar ( the photographer).
GREER: He’s wonderful.
But it set up an uncomfortable comparison between you and your dolls. You look as dead as them, you make your glamor into something grotesque.
GREER: It’s ment to be uneasy. So much worry in it. But whats’ grotesque?
You are so corpslike, so emaciated.
GREER: Emaciated is a better word. I’m going to get in trouble with my therapist when she see’s this.
But you were sucking in?
GREER: No, I ‘m that thin. A photograph puts ten pounds on you.
Do these dolls act as self portraits?
GREER: Sometimes they end up looking like me, but they’re more like people I’d like to see. Or sometimes I’m thinking about the way I’d like to look. Like that would be a really great nose.
You’re going to start stitching skin.
GREER: I wish I could, I’d love to do surgery.
So our whole notion of beauty and glamor is intrinsically tied to sickness. Drugs aren’t a major part of your women.
GREER: Some of them take drugs. But I don’t put needles in their arms or pills in their hands.
It’s just implied: otherwise it’s a cliche.
GREER: It’s so dull, but it’s still a part of our notion of glamor. I mean everyone comes to New York and does smack. That was the aspiration when I was younger. I wanted to be a junkie drag queen.
It’s still such a role model, the great difference even creativity.
GREER: And it’s something I’m fighting myself, it ends out coming out in my art. Always trying to be healthier but I’m self destructive.
Do you take a lot of hormones?
GREER: Just one a day. I’ve had a lot of problems with them. They’re really bad for you.
Does it surprise you with this show at Civilian Warfare to think of yourself as a serious artist?
GREER: Sort of, but not really. I always knew I was going to do something like this, making dolls.
But you haven’t fallen into the traps of many transexuals.
GREER: A whore, a junkie, a plastic surgery addict.
It’s not just that, you’re more a survivor, you have more discipline in your life.
GREER: Yeah, I’m a bit more serious. I come from a healthy family and that helps. I was raised on the golden rule, the Protestant work ethic.
But you’ve certainly rebelled.
GREER: Sure, I’ve always rebelled. But I figure I might as well do what I want to do. And I don’t want to get a job. I have to work. I hate working for people eight hours a day being a slave. But my dad was a minister. i grew up to be a good kid, not a whore.
I heard this great story that when you were born, your father’s church….
GREER: Had a sign outside, It’s a boy.
A real problem?
GREER: No they’ve been real supportive. My dad’s an artist also, my mother just wanted me to be happy. They’ve got their priorities right.
Do you feel a part of the transsexual or drag community?
GREER: Not really. I always love to meet new transsexuals, but few are friends.
Do you feel part of the East Village art community?
GREER: Only recently: I use to be a recluse. Now I can go out to some openings and see people I like and some I don’t and can talk about the next day!
Or when they’re out of ear shot. How do you feel about Civilian Warfare?
GREER: How do you mean?
Well, it must be hard to find support for your work. And two years ago, before there were fifty new galleries, it was extremely difficult for young artists.
GREER: Yeah, I went to Fun Gallery and it certainly wasn’t what they wanted, and I showed at Club 57 and Pyramid and P.S.1 but that’s not the same. I really don’t know if anyone would have taken me.. It’s hard to say. What I do isn’t what a lot of people do, and they can like it, but it’s hard for them to accept as art. They think it’s to cutsey.
It’s hard to get credibility: being with Civilian Warfare has helped you.
GREER: Oh yeah, it’s too cartoonish, or they’re just dolls.I mean I think I am very serious, but I also know I am still young, aware that I’ve got a way to go learning how to use materials. and that’s what I like to do, making things, not images. I like to be able to play with it. That’s the whole thing with the dolls, you can play with them. I don’t care too much if people don’t take me seriously, except I’d like to make a living off my art. It’s not like super high art or anything, I make things that are art, that’s all, and I’m serious about that.
You don’t ever deny the craft aspect of your work.
GREER: Right, because it is part of it. Hopefully the emotions are going to show through., and that’s the strongest part. With Civilian Warfare I can do what I want, and that’s good. I wanted to do this transsexual stuff because it was very important to me. They thought it was good, while a lot of people might have found it gross or too personal. And it all is very personal.
Is your art an exercise for working out things out emotionally for yourself. or are you trying to communicate with your audience?
GREER: Sure I was trying to understand myself, but I am aware of my audience. Every time I meet people they have the same questions. No one really knows about transexuality and they want to know so I might as well tell them. I’m not really trying to educate. I would like to do a
transsexual etiquette book. So many boys have no manners towards me: they’re the worst.
Is it a constant problem?
GREER: In a way, it’s not great being asked all the time if you are a boy or a girl or being whispered about and pointed to. I’m not embarrassed though. If someone asks me if I’m a sex change , I say yes! But you’re taught to be ashamed of yourself. After the operation you are suppose to move to a new city, change your name and burn all the photographs of yourself, I don’t hide.
Your art is like that. it’s hard to imagine anything today being shocking, but your work can really offend people. Do you mean it to?
GREER: No more then I meant to shock. When I go outside of New York I can really upset people, they’re not use to it. I really have shock value!
The art world, especially in the East Village, is sort of a magnet for people who are different outsiders.
GREER: New York has got this underground: it’s attracted us and all our friends. Everyone we knew was the wildest from where they were from. I don’t want my art to shock but to be understood. That’s kind of why I do the circus freaks. When you see them they satisfy your curiosity and you feel something of their deformity.
Isn’t it voyeuristic?
GREER: Completely. I’m a total voyeur and in some ways an exhibitionist as well. My dolls sort of make me less threatening to people, easier from them to understand.
In the way they are extensions of you, you are a Greer Lankton doll yourself. A living art work.
GREER: Ever since I was little I wanted to be a girl. It was a art piece deciding who I was going to be, the process of making myself pretty. I love biographies and looking at the way people make their lives. I try to do the same. Even down to this run down apartment, it’s so glamorous, walking up five flights of stairs, my deep cough like a bottomless pit, my choices, my clothes, the way I decorate my house…..

 

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Show


Candy Darling at Home, 1987

 


Candy Darling, 1980s

 


Candy Darling, 1987

 


Candy, 1980s

 


Untitled, 1993

 


It’s all about ME, Not You, 1996

 


Sissy and Cherry, 1988

 


Twinned, 1990s

 


Jackie Kennedy, 1985

 


Diana Vreeland, 1989

 


Sarah, 1981

 


If you can pass for a girl, anyone can, 1991

 


Circus Ladies, 1985

 


Rachel, 1986

 


Sissy in Pieces, 1985

 


Me, 1987

 


Untitled, 1991

 


Marilyn Monroe, 1988

 


Divine, 1987

 


Divine, 1988

 


Two Trolls, 1988

 


Untitled, 1980s

 


Drag Queen Jesus, 1983

 


Freddie + Ellen, 1982

 


Cult Hero, 1992

 


Untitled, 1994

 


Untitled, 1989

 

 

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One of my favorite artists, and a good friend, is this Swedish artist Torbjorn Vejvi, and he has promised to help give me the lay of the land someday. So, yeah, I’m mostly very high on Sweden and still figuring it out. I know ‘Beyond the Black Rainbow’ and ‘Mandy’, yes, and I think that’s an inspired combo. Surely the theater will grab that possibility. I only know those two films of Panos Cosmatos. I’ll definitely be curious to see those new ones. Are they near completion or release, do you know? My day was okay. I was interviewed, and that went well, and I started trying to solve my fucked up ear problem, and that was a possible step, I hope. How was your Tuesday, for instance? xo, me. ** Diesel Clementine, Rough day, I hope it didn’t take too much out of you. ** PL, Howdy. I agree about the post, and I’m going to try. I liked the first two ‘Aliens’, especially the Ridley Scott one. The third one is okay. I thought ‘Alien Resurrection’ was kind of crappy. I kind of hated ‘Prometheus’ and ‘Covenant’. And I have an open mind about ‘Romulus’. Never saw ‘Omen II’, and I think I probably won’t. Great about the shirt and print! All the luck you might need. No, I haven’t looked at he portfolio yet. I’m so sorry. I’m really slow, like really slow. I’ll forefront it and get on that as soon as I can. ** Steve, If Houellebecq hasn’t already released a rap track, I’ll be surprised. After his embarrassing collab. with Iggy Pop a few years ago, his bottom sinking would seem to know no bounds. There are many Martha Stewart French equivalents, but they’re all male. My ear has been clogged up for about a month. As I said up above somewhere, I got some anti-biotic drops last night, and I’m giving them the chance to work before I take the doctor route. Thanks for asking. ** Harper, Okay, the family encounter sounds par for the course, or whatever that saying is. Maybe relative nonentity status is the best you can hope for? Very different, but ever since I was young my family members never ask about my writing or even about what I’m doing because they fear what I’m doing might cause me to mention my writing. At this point it’s become kind of humorous. That royal-sized garden sounds nice, though. ‘Penda’s Fen’, yeah, great stuff. You’re right, amazing that Clarke was able to make that work for TV. Even weirder in its own way than marvelling at what Lynch got away with. ** Jeff J, Hey! Just the other day Michael Salerno was trying to convince me that Garrel’s recent films are great, and I still don’t buy it, but I do guess I’ll check to make sure just in case. I think the most recent Garrel I’ve seen is ‘Le vent de la nuit’, so it’s been a while. Zac and I are in accord, yes, and now we’ll see. Even our best thought-out plan will create difficulties for us, but I don’t think there’s any realistic way forward that won’t. Prayers. Thanks, J. How’s the writing and everything else? ** Bill, Philippe at his best is much better than Louis at his best, if you ask me, which of course you didn’t, haha. Thanks re: ‘Facials’. I’ve been waved off ‘Cuckoo’ by others too, so I’ll lay low. ** Right. Today my galerie hosts an exhibition by the late and wonderful artist Greer Lankton, and I hope you’ll have a gander and enjoy yourselves. See you tomorrow.

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‘Philippe Garrel’s first films were made in his teens, shortly before the upheavals of ’68; apart from the one-hour, black and white Le Révélateur, which was briefly available in France on video, these remain impossible for most people to see today. Based on what I’ve sampled, and not counting his TV commissions of that period (basically documentaries, including one about Godard), they resemble his subsequent work insofar as they’re mainly autobiographical, focus on homey and everyday details while remaining detached and painterly, inspired by silent cinema (and, in the case of Le Révélateur — which critic Brad Stevens has compared to David Lynch’s The Grandmother —- literally silent), and employ actors associated with the French New Wave (including Garrel’s own father Maurice, who worked for Jacques Rozier and François Truffaut, as well as Bernadette Lafont, Jean-Pierre Léaud, and Zouzou). And unlike many other experimental films, they’re mostly in 35-millimeter.

‘Some of Garrel’s more ambitious films of the ‘60s and ‘70s also take on certain epic and mythopoetic dimensions. The best known of these is probably his 1971 La Cicatrice Intérieure (The Inner Scar), shot in deserts found in Egypt, Iceland, Italy, and New Mexico, with Pierre Clémenti, Clémenti’s infant son Balthazar, Daniel Pommereuille, Garrel himself, and Warhol superstar Nico. The latter went on to become the love of Garrel’s life; his next half-dozen films were made with her, and it appears that most of those made after their separation and her death continue to evoke her in one way or another. The only other Garrel film with Nico I’ve seen, Les Hautes Solitudes (1974), is another silent feature, relatively non-fictional; Jean Seberg, Tina Aumont, and Laurent Terzieff also appear in it, and the voyeuristic way it views Seberg, sometimes while she’s either sleeping or just waking up, struck me as intrusive when I saw it at the Dublin conference. It’s a development that heralds some of the more violent psychodramas found in the later narrative features.

‘Since the ‘70s, Garrel has spent much of his time recasting his brooding style in terms more compatible with narrative conventions and arthouse norms — Brenez has written persuasively about the ways his films might be regarded as Bressonian — while sustaining most of his autobiographical preoccupations and never compromising his vision one iota. The influence of silent cinema, for instance, remains in force, becoming especially apparent in his uses of solo piano for musical accompaniments, including the effective score by Jean-Claude Vannier in Les Amants Réguliers. No less relevant are tat film’s poetic intertitles introducing various sections — despite the irony with which they’re used, which often seems to reflect the irony of the brief, enigmatic fantasy sequences evoking 18th century military battles. In both these instances, Garrel seems to be looking back on his younger self with a certain indulgent skepticism, meanwhile projecting an overall sympathy towards all his other characters, including even the cops, that is both refreshing and unexpected. Gabe Klinger, writing online, has even plausibly compared him to Jean Renoir.

‘Until fairly recently, the Paris Cinémathèque was mainly inhospitable to and incurious about contemporary experimental films. But Garrel, a particular favorite of Henri Langlois (who regarded La Cicatrice Intérieure as a ‘total masterpiece’), was a notable exception, and the fact that he grew up in some proximity to the local film world because of his father probably helped to establish him early on as a legendary as well as highly respected figure. As Cahiers du Cinéma’s Jean Douchet has observed, Garrel `occupies a singular position within French cinema’ because his ‘small but devoted public’ is essentially the one that has traditionally developed in France around poets. (Douchet adds that Garrel’s tradition is closer to André Breton’s in his Nadja mode than to Jean Cocteau’s, and that `his cinema descends in a direct line from that of Lumière, not that of Méliès.’)

‘As with Werner Schroeter in West Germany and Carmelo Bene in Italy —- two other avant-garde masters of slow-motion portraiture who developed over the same period — another pertinent parallel might be to chamber music. Even though Garrel pitched his own tent far from the operatic and camp registers of Schroeter and Bene, there’s a similar sense of transporting the viewer to a meditative, almost nonnarrative realm, a soft and somber perpetual present similar to the intimate world of a string quartet. Whatever one’s qualms, it’s a kind of cinema that needs defending today more than ever. Thanks to digital technology, making chamber pieces is theoretically much easier than it used to be, yet thanks to advertising and multicorporate monopolies, finding one’s way to such works and other niche market items is a good deal harder.

‘In this respect, Garrel might be regarded as a kind of romantic luxury that only a culture such as France’s can fully support, or perhaps envision: relatively free from most commercial restraints, including many of the usual obligations associated with telling a story; surviving on the fringes of art cinema (where Garrel eventually settled by the early 80s) while retaining the same overall ambitions; defiantly remaining, as Kent Jones put it in the title of one appreciation, ‘Sad But Proud of It’.’ — Jonathan Rosenbaum

 

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Further

Philippe Garrel @ IMDb
‘The Everyday Fantasies of Philippe Garrel’
‘Encountering Philippe Garrel at the Lisbon-Estoril Film Festival’
‘Jealousy or, What Does Philippe Garrel Want?’
‘Philippe Garrel: “J’ai du mal à me soustraire à la beauté extérieure”‘
‘Philippe Garrel : “Par moments, le cinéma a construit ma vie. A d’autres, il l’a détruite”’
‘Bohemia and Its Discontents’
‘Philippe Garrel & Nico’
‘Philippe Garrel is the master of the unseen’
‘Philippe Garrel tackles another doomed romance’
‘Philippe Garrel et les femmes : il les a si bien filmées’
‘Lit et horizontalité dans le cinéma de Philippe Garrel’
‘ACTUA 1 : LE FILM RESCAPÉ DE PHILIPPE GARREL’
‘NOTES SUR LA CICATRICE INTÉRIEURE’
‘Column: a portrait of Philippe Garrel, at his home in Paris, November 2009’
Philippe Garrel’s films @ Strictly Film School
‘‘THE INNER SCAR’: OBSCURE AND PRETENTIOUS FRENCH ART FILM STARRING NICO’
‘The influence of Jean-Luc Godard on Philippe Garrel’s cinema’
‘Voyeurism of the Soul: The Films of Philippe Garrel’
Top 20 Philippe Garrel films @ SensCritique

 

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Théâtres au cinéma 2013 – Leçon de cinéma de Philippe Garrel


Leos Carax interviewed by Philippe Garrel (1989)


Masterclass com Philippe Garrel


Philippe Garrel (1982) by Gérard Courant

 

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Interview

 

Jealousy concerns your parents’ separation when you were a child. Is this a subject that you’ve carried with you for a long time?

Philippe Garrel: No. The idea came after my father’s death. I think of his death every day. Or at least, I think about him all the time since his death. So it semed natural to me to talk about him in a film. When he was 20, Maurice landed on the beaches with the Allied forces. I wanted to make a film that would show him leaving Africa, but I couldn’t afford it. Caroline Deruas, my screenwriter, was at that point corresponding with a woman who had been my father’s partner when I was little, and she suggested that I make a film of their story. Arlette Langmann wrote many of the scenes, and then Marc Cholodenko signed on to fill us in on the world of the theater, the working-class crows of actors, their lives, their anxieties, the world that my father frequented when he was young. I had already titled the film J’ai gardé des anges [“I Kept Angels”]. But finally, on my producer’s advice, I chose Jealousy. I thought of Moravia, who chose very general words for the titles of his novels–ideas that would interest everyone.

Would you say that your films speak about your life?

PG: Let’s say that they are autobiographical and that, these days, they’re dedicated to my life. My previous film, A Burning Hot Summer, was dedicated to my best friend, the painter Frédéric Pardo. This one is dedicated to my father. There are autobiographical spots. But the most autobiographical components of my most recent films come from dreams that I’ve jotted down and mixed with fiction. I set things up so that you can’t pick out the “real” scenes. But I won’t tell you what in the film came from a dream. I won’t give away my tricks! [Laughs]

Would you say that cinema has complicated your life?

PG: At times, cinema has created my life. At others, it’s partly destroyed it. Carax says that “cinema destroys life.” That’s true, but not exclusively. It’s a dialectic, a movement. It creates an erosion; it eats away at life a little. But in other places, it shores it up.

How does it destroy?

PG: It’s a way to enter a house full of strangers. These strangers are the characters, and they make everyone mildly psychotic.

In Jealousy, we thought we found your first Truffaut reference. Louis says: “It’s been a long time that I’ve known who I am. It’s a blessing and a pain,” which recalls the Truffaut-esque sentiment “it’s both a joy and a pain”—a line that turns up in both Mississippi Mermaid and The Last Metro.

PG: Truffaut has meant a lot to me, it’s true. But Godard, too. The women in Truffaut’s films are magnificent, but they’re object-women, objects of desire. They’re worshipped, and they’re a little phosphorescent, like goddesses. Whereas Godard would film his actresses straight in the eye, as intellectual equals. I find that that makes the world much more beautiful and interesting–that equality between men and women. At the start of the Sixties, very few men thought that. My idea today, which I’ve tried to examine in my recent films, is that the masculine libido and the feminine libido have exactly the same power.

Shooting little footage—which started as an obligation and eventually evolved into an artistic position—makes it possible for you to work for little money.

PG: Yes, that method becomes a part of the whole, in the end. For Jealousy, there were only five hours of rushes, and the film is 76 minutes. I’m far from the 600 hours of rushes Kechiche shot for Blue Is the Warmest Color. His film is better than mine, but is it a hundred times better? [Laughs] It’s all right with me that French cinema should be saved by Blue Is the Warmest Color.

Saved? Is it in danger?

PG: Yes, there’s nothing anymore. I haven’t seen Stranger by the Lake, mind you, and I’m sure it’s good, because Guiraudie has a personal style and That Old Dream That Moves was a marvel. I loved Camille Rewinds by Noémie Lvovsky. And Holy Motors by Leos Carax. I find his narrative ideas brilliant. The story of this guy whose job is to play different people and professions, I find that extraordinary. It makes me thing of Situationism: everyone is an actor. Everything happens as the staging of a spectacle. It’s a level of collective alienation that humanity’s arrived at. And the musical scenes in the church and La Samaritaine are magnificent. And I thought Bruno Dumont’s Camille Claudel 1915 was terrific. The idea of a famous actress, Juliette Binoche, surrounded by actual mental patients fits a certain reality. Because—and this is an idea I really believe—in nearly every asylum there’s a locked intellectual. He’s not mad; he just has a persecution complex or some kind of fragility. I think that’s always relevant and that if we could see today’s society clearly, we’d cry all day, like certain mental patients. The film gives you that idea.

Your previous film A Burning Hot Summer was highly personal.

PG: I dedicated the film to Frédéric Pardo, my painter friend who has the same first name as the character played by Louis in the film. The rest is fiction, but I worked with this friend for 35 years and up until his death. He painted my actors and there were constant echoes between our respective work. I wanted to immortalise a part of him in the film but without lapsing into fetishism. The paintings in the film, for example, are not by him. My father also makes his last appearance at the end of the film in a dialogue he wrote himself.

The film was partly booed at the press screening. What is your response to those critics who didn’t like the film?

PG: The critics are entitled to think that I’m not up to standard, but they’re perhaps the same people who would have booed Pierrot Le Fou at the time, and still would today even. I make films that belong to the dialectics of cinema. I film women with a soul. There are whole parts of the script which are written by women to be acted by women and I think that among themselves, they understand each other. That doesn’t necessarily mean that the men understand too. I’m not saying you have to understand everything, but if the incomprehension is about what emerges from that feminine soul, that may give rise to half the movie theatre booing. I don’t have any problem with that. Non-conformism isn’t an attitude of mine, but my films arise out of it. Inevitably, there will be reactions.

 

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21 of Philippe Garrel’s 38 films

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Le révélateur (1968)
‘Philippe Garrel’s silent film Le Révélateur is a fractured and elliptical, but instinctive, elemental, and haunting rumination on the process of awakening, maturation, psychological trauma, and transformation of childhood memory. As the film begins, the révélateur – the processor of the images – is embodied through the isolated, spotlighted shot of a young boy (Stanislas Robiolles) in the corner of the frame, looking on as his father (Laurent Terzieff), apparently unaware of his presence in the room, struggles to connect with his abstracted mother (Bernadette Lafont) in an act of implied intimacy through the (iconic) sharing of a cigarette before fading into the proverbial background through a doorway suffused in a halo of light. But despite the physical act of transitory connection, what is ultimately retained in the child’s camera/eye is not the residual image of tenderness and affection, but rather, a pattern of codependency, manipulation, madness, isolation, and perhaps even violence – an estrangement that is prefigured in the Freudian, reverse pietà image of the child emerging from a long, dark passageway towards his kneeling mother held in (apparently) resigned captivity tied to a cross at the end of the tunnel – a sense of pervasive emotional alienation and moral bondage that is further reinforced by the austerity and desolation of a seemingly godless, post-apocalyptic landscape.’ — Strictly Film School


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Marie pour mémoire (1968)
Marie pour mémoire is the first feature film of Philippe Garrel, he shot it when he was 19 years old. The movie won the Grand Prix at the Hyères young cinema festival in April 1968. Philippe Garrel said about this film: “Marie describes the trauma of the new generation.” It is a story of two teenagers, Marie and Jésus who love each other and wants to live together. Their parents refuse this idea. Marie and Jésus get hurt under the order of a police-society. Marie gets pregnant, and her mother forces her to have an abotion and to leave Jésus…’ — unifrance.org


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Le Lit de la vierge (1971)
‘Filmed in the smoldered ashes of the failed social revolution as Garrel and a community of young artists from Zanzibar film (a film collective of like minded, radicalized artists financed by heiress Sylvina Boissonnas) abandoned the emblematic barricades of domestic protest and retreated to Africa to transfigure their ideological disappointment into subsumed cultural action through the creation of an intrinsically personal, revolutionary cinema, Le Lit de la vierge is, in a sense, the reconstitution of a fevered, post-traumatic creative manifesto – an impassioned, reflexive apologia composed in the fog of a drug-fueled delirium that not only reflected a not yet resigned sentiment of implicit denial over the failure of the revolution, but also served to reinforce the counter-culture generation’s delusive posture as alienated and discarded messianic ideologues who, nevertheless, continue to hold the keys to an ever-receding utopian paradise. In presenting an idiosyncratically distorted embodiment (or perhaps, resurrection) of fringe society through a sensitive, misunderstood, outcast savior plagued by self-doubt and dispirited by a pervasive sense of impotence against the weight of human suffering, Garrel illustrates, not only the profound loneliness and alienation caused by a singularity of vision (a recurring idealized representation of the May 68 generation as well-intentioned holy innocents that seeks kinship not only with the abstracted heroes of Carl Theodor Dreyer’s cinema – most notably, The Passion of Joan of Arc and Ordet – but also posits their intrinsic state of immanence, as revealed through their allusive alter-ego’s consuming empathy for the oppressed and the marginalized (an altruistic desire for connectedness that is reflected in Jesus’ despair over the seemingly anachronistic sight of bohemians being harassed by authorities within the sanctity of their own commune-like cavern dwellings).’ — Strictly Film School


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Home Movie: On the Set of Philippe Garrel’s ‘Le lit de la vierge’

 

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The Inner Scar (1972)
‘Garrel’s symbolic-experimental film leaves a strong impression, despite its many discomforting flaws. The film begins with Nico and Garrel (lovers in real life) walking in a barren desert and fighting with each other. Something or another happens to Garrel, and then Nico and what little plot there is wander off into new exotic landscapes and allegorical opacity. Much of the film is undeniably silly, from the heavy-handed symbolism to Pierre Clémenti running around naked for half of the film. But the magnificent cinematography and Garrel’s long, circular tracking shots work to hollow out the film’s symbolic-allegorical tendencies. The film visually abstracts (or is it concretizes?) and explores a set of relations between individuals and the manner in which individuals interface with their milieu. Except for a handful of lines, the soundtrack consists solely of environmental ambiance and Nico’s songs, the latter perhaps unintentionally also overriding the narrative’s meaning through their desolate beauty.’ — Retention Infinitude


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Les Hautes solitudes (1982)
‘In keeping with the vast majority of the films of its writer/director, Philippe Garrel, Les hautes solitudes (1974) is an intensely personal experience. A film in which characters thrown together in empty rooms stung by silence drift between fleeting glances, reacting or not reacting as the case may be to what is said, what isn’t said, and everything in-between. It is, as one might expect given its technical presentation, a fairly impenetrable work, though one that we’re free to carry with us; ruminating on each tattered scene as we gather up our thoughts like raindrops, either during the experience of viewing or afterwards, and inevitably projecting our own thoughts and feelings (or personal preconceptions) onto the images, or its central characters, who remain vague and elusive; indistinguishable from the actors who play them and whose faces dominate each single-shot close-up composition, used throughout to establish a story – or a sense of narrative that exists between sleep and nothing – to reveal a sense of the great loneliness that the title of the film so perfectly describes.’ — Lights in the Dusk


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Un Ange Passe (1975)
Un Ange Passe is a portrait of Philippe Garrel’s father, Maurice. “I made it so it didn’t cost too much. I made it very quickly. It turned out to be a film that looked exactly like it costs — it was industrially just right. But it was also useful to do to show love to my father.” — Philippe Garrel. Garrel resorted to Nico’s songs again, and she acted in the film with the beautiful Bulle Ogier.’ — Smironne


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Le Berceau De Cristal (1976)
‘A weird and dreamy minimalist underground art movie, Le Berceau de Cristal offers no joy whatsoever to mainstream film buffs – but doomed romantics, drug takers and fans of director Philippe Garrel may find it hypnotic and profoundly moving. An androgynous poet/dreamer (played by Nico – Velvet Underground singer, Eurotrash icon and Garrel’s other half) sits and writes and meditates on the aching void that is her life. Hieratic and semi-mythical beings show up to haunt her dreams. Dominique Sanda as a fleshy Pre-Raphaelite earth goddess. Anita Pallenberg as an impishly grinning, emaciated drug diva – shooting up live on camera. An early icon of ‘heroin chic.’ Not one of these figures utters a word to disturb Nico’s reverie. Beyond the poet’s voice is only silence and an intermittent, achingly lovely music score. (Uncredited, but perhaps the work of Garrel’s frequent collaborator, the Velvet Underground guitarist John Cale.) Impossible to say what any of this is about, only that – in the last few seconds – Nico takes out a revolver and blows a hole in her skull. By that time, you may be so bored that you have an overwhelming desire to do the same, or you may be – as I was – curled up in a primal ball, gazing raptly at the screen and silently sobbing.’ — IMDb


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L’enfant secret (1979)
‘It’s as if this autobiographical film has succeeded in holding its bearings without forgetting the trace of each stage of the journey it’s passed through. Fragments of pure sensory experience (touching, feeling cold), heartless acts (shock therapy), serene and furtive moments. I very much like the scene where Jean-Baptiste, now truly destitute, lights the butt he has just picked up from under a bench. I was fooled into believing that Griffith or Chaplin had returned for an instant. Garrel has succeeded in filming something we have never seen before: the faces of actors in silent films during those moments when the black intertitles, with their paltry, illuminated words, filled the screen.’ — Serge Daney


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Le Bleu des Origines (1979)
Les Bleu des Origins is an uncompromising example of old school avant-garde cinema at its most cryptic, enigmatic and inscrutable. Made by Philippe Garrel in 1979 using a hand-cranked silent camera, Les Bleu represents absolute year zero in film-making, a return to the starkest basics of film’s origins in early silent cinema, replacing any trace of narrative or even dialogue with an emphasis almost exclusively on close-ups of women’s faces. The film is black and white, and absolutely silent for its full 50-minute duration. The total silence feels oppressive: silent cinema, after all, was accompanied by music. The silence, though, serves to ensure the focus on the actresses’ faces is absolute, with no distraction. The faces in question belong to the former Velvet Underground German chanteuse, Warhol Superstar and cult figure Nico, and bohemian French starlet Zouzou. By 1979 Nico had been Garrel’s lover, muse and collaborator for a decade. Les Bleu des Origins was the seventh and last film they made together, and marked the end of their off screen relationship as well.’ — IMDb


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Elle a passé tant d’heures sous les sunlights … (1985)
‘Faceted, fragmented, and oneiric, Philippe Garrel’s Elle a passé tant d’heures sous les sunlights… (She Spent So Many Hours Under the Sun Lamps) is more exorcism than expurgation, elegy than lamentation – an abstract, yet lucid chronicle of love and loss, death and birth sublimated through textural, self-reflexive impressions, visceral gestures, and metaphoric tableaux. A profoundly personal film dedicated to the memory of friend and fellow filmmaker (and May 68 idealist) Jean Eustache, and haunted by the unreconciled specter of Garrel’s failed relationship with Nico, the film opens to a crepuscular image of a couple – perhaps an actor and his lover (Jacques Bonnaffé and Anne Wiazemsky) as apparent surrogates for Garrel and Nico – in the midst of a breakup on a public street on a cold, winter evening, as their seemingly tenuous reconciliation is truncated by the subsequent shot of the couple returning home, and an all too familiar rupture as she once again lapses into the desensitized haze of heroin addiction in the distraction of his preoccupying rehearsals. A seemingly isolated shot of another woman, an actress named Marie (Mireille Perrier) waiting in the office of the Ministry of Art subsequently connects the troubled couple through the sound of the rapid, half-whisper, off-screen script reading, first by the actor preparing for the role in the apartment, then subsequently by the voice of the filmmaker, Philippe (Philippe Garrel) as he casts her in his latest project – the seemingly disparate narrative arcs reconciled through the intersection of the autobiographical nature of Philippe’s proposed project inspired by his own tumultuous relationship with model, singer, actress, and muse Nico (a transparency between art and life that is further compounded by the eventual appearance of Garrel as the director of the “film within a film” film). Another break in logic is created in the long shot of the actor, in the role of the film director, discarding a film reel from a bridge overlooking the river before meeting Marie, initially unfolding as the shooting of a film scene through the transformation of Marie’s visage at the moment of performance, but subsequently subverted by the repeated episode of the couple – perhaps no longer acting in character – driving away, a romantic liaison that is reinforced by a subsequent, silent image of the couple engaged in an (apparently) intimate conversation.’ — Strictly Film School


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Les Baisers de Secours (1989)
Les Baisers de Secours (“Emergency Kisses”) would be an interesting piece of relevant art when it comes to present an aspect of things that sometimes, not always, concerns the artistic process that involves choices while making a movie. Philiosophical and quite realistic, it’s too bad that it’s too dry, unfairly pretentious, half interesting. The interest for it fades away quickly and the pessimism of the character takes over, isn’t constructive for the movie’s actions, uninvolving for the most part. Mirroring his own life, Philippe Garrel portraits with his real life family (his father Maurice, his son Louis and his then partner Brigitte Sy) the obstacles an film author puts up against while making choices as an artist and as a man. The discussion begins when his wife, a very talented yet insecure actress is refused by her husband to portray a character who is based on herself in his next project. She even tries to persuade the chosen actress to give up the role but she doesn’t give reasonable explanations for such. Art isn’t perfect, neither does life. Parallel to this, their marriage seems to deteriorate more and more, separation is eminent and comes the problem of finding what love truly means and share their son’s love and attention.’ — IMDb


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J’entends plus la guitare (1991)
‘A masterpiece. The meaning of love, the mystery of women, life, and all that: Garrel finds it, everything, in the faces, bodies, and words of his actors. If not the greatest movie we’ll see this year, though it’s a strong early candidate, J’entends will surely prove the most tenderly played. Raw, rueful, and piercingly alert, a film of tremendous formal instinct and cogent human truth, J’entends is an oblique memoir of the filmmaker’s relationship to Nico (Steege) and a testament to the elusive genius of a postwar French master. Why Garrel clicks is hard to pin down in part because he clunks; the eloquence of J’entends is inseparable from its awkwardness. There’s a softly discordant thrust to Garrel’s montage, a pervasive tone of docile atonality. He retains the junkie’s habit of tremendous concentration on nothing; you feel the intensity of his gaze without quite understanding it. He can seem, like Cassavetes (or Henri Rousseau), at once the most sophisticated and naive of artists. My guess is the tremendous force of Garrel’s vision, as exemplified in J’entends is the most disciplined of the half-dozen pictures I know, and widely considered his apotheosis by devotees is rooted in a brilliant eye for casting. It’s in living beings for sure; few filmmakers match Garrel’s ability to register palpable human presence in every shot.’ — The Village Voice


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La naissance de l’amour (1993)
‘“Do you love me?” This question involving friends Marcus and Paul encapsulates contemporary egotism and self-doubt. Marcus must ask this of his partner, who may have initiated their love affair but who is now exhausted by her lover’s need for reassurance, which losing his job has only deepened. On the other hand, Paul receives the question from the mother of his teenaged son and infant daughter. He loves family for whatever reassurance it provides against the uncertainties of life; but her in particular? He is more emotionally giving in succession to two mistresses. At one point, their son relays his mother’s question to his father, and we understand that the boy also wonders whether Papa loves him. Paul has returned home only to abandon his family again; “Papa! Papa!” the boy cries out into the street as Paul, suitcase in hand, once again leaves in the midst of his middle-age crisis. Brilliantly written by the director and Marc Cholodenko, Philippe Garrel’s La Naissance de l’amour is a film about two men who are “wanderers” even when they stay relatively put. It is about life’s loose-endedness, its incapacity to provide fulfillment for its artistically gifted members who aren’t runaway successes.’ — Dennis Grunes


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Le vent de la nuit (1999)
‘LE VENT is unmistakably a film by Philippe Garrel, with its deliberate pacing, recurring themes of bitter regret, lost love and longing across generations and relentless focus on the emotional landscape of its three central characters, all which immediately connect it to his other work. There’s a memory-suffused beauty and extraordinary purity to the film, a careful attunement to the passage of time and an underlying pressure that swells beneath the glossy surface of its cross-country sprawl: a road movie and travelogue buttressed by John Cale and his wonderfully attuned soundtrack, the journeyman singer-songwriter-composer formerly of the Velvet Underground also responsible for scoring Garrel’s earlier, 1993 masterpiece, L’NAISSANCE DE L’AMOUR, starring Jean-Pierre Léaud and Lou Castel, and whom Garrel first met on the set of his 1968 film, LE LIT DE LA VIERGE, along with Nico, the director’s perennial muse and the woman to which the German sections in LE VENT directly relate.’ — Austin Film Society


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Les Amants Reguliers (2005)
‘The film’s title creates an expectation around the couple, a subject that Garrel has often recreated. But, surprise: the delicate balance does not sacrifice the group for the couple, on the contrary; of the life of the lovers Lilie and François, Garrel films the nocturnal walks to the musical accompaniment of Jean-Claude Vannier, as if those two didn’t have much to say. The heart of this generational diptych is perhaps elsewhere: in the solitude that entrenches every individual in his/her own body, no matter what his/her community (lovers/friends) that welcomes him/her. Clotilde Hesme suddenly looks over the camera and declares with an astonishing simplicity for so a definitive phrase: “The solitude at the core of every human being is incredible.” By a system of Russian dolls, the film passes from group to couple, from couple to solitude. From an invaluable historic portrait to a veritable existential confession.’ — Cahiers du Cinema


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A Burning Hot Summer (2012)
‘I have never seen a Garrel film untouched by grace, and A Burning Hot Summer is no exception. The emotional geography is more intricate than in any of his previous films but no less delicately rendered. Every micro-event, whether it’s a matter of pure dailiness (sharing meals and walks, saying hello and goodbye to friends) or romantic complication (Angèle and Elisabeth’s commiserations about men and their lack of understanding of women, Elisabeth’s fear that the wealthy Frédéric’s cavalier behavior will rub off on the penniless Paul, Frédéric and Elisabeth separately nailing Paul for staring admiringly at Angèle), beats and trembles with Garrel’s absolute dedication to—and consummate skill at—transmitting the rough beauty of people and place from one precious instant to the next. With every new film, Garrel pursues and finds Murnau’s “harmony of atmosphere,” apparently fleeting yet masterfully sustained. Here, working for the first time with DP Willy Kurant and sound-mixing genius and key Godard collaborator François Musy, he returns to the territory he began exploring in Night Wind (99) by way of a loving tribute to Contempt: stately quiet, Apollonian poise, and sumptuously colored and glowing interiors; a world both remembered and endlessly unfolding.’ — Film Comment


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La Jalousie (2013)
‘For Garrel, who’s far more of a pessimist than Proust, jealousy isn’t just inevitable in romantic relationships but embedded within their very foundations. Yearning to know and to be known by the other, each partner is also convinced that their own selves are too rotten to be fully divulged; shutting themselves up, they shut down the other, until the suppressed resentments culminate in melodramatic crescendos that Garrel indulges with a brio that can invite mockery from the casual cynic. Thankfully, La jalousie largely avoids the overbearing moroseness of much of Garrel’s recent work, while its brevity (a brisk 76 minutes) gives it something of the feel of an exercise, a trait that characterizes most of his best films. And more than any of his work from this century so far, it packs an emotional wallop, precisely because Garrel relegates his gloominess to the margins and tempers his everlasting sadness with the spectral promise of enduring endearment. “I deeply loved your father,” an apparition says to Louis as he takes a midday nap in his rehearsal room, “and he was also crazy about me. Even now, I love him just as much as I ever did.” A lifetime compressed into a simple yet evocative sweet nothing—that’s really all it takes.’ — Cinema Scope


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L’ombre des femmes (2015)
‘Infidelity is something of a national pastime in France, at least if the movies are any indication. In the latest film from post-New Wave veteran Philippe Garrel, In the Shadow of Women (L’Ombre des femmes), a married couple gets emotionally muddled when both partners start cheating with people who offer them physical pleasure, but not necessarily emotional connection. Initially somewhat wispy-feeling, this 72-minute feature transforms in its final reel from an ironic divertissement to a work of considerable feeling and intensity. Shot in handsome black-and-white on 35mm, though projected digitally at its Directors’ Fortnight premiere, the widescreen feature represents another respectable addition to Garrel’s filmography.’ — Variety


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L’amant d’un jour (2017)
‘Philippe Garrel’s Lover for a Day is the closing part of a trilogy that also consists of Jealousy (2013) and In the Shadow of Women (2015), with all three clocking in at under 80 minutes and shot, in grainy black-and-white, in just 21 days. Each story explores love and its adjacent emotions, such as jealousy, lust and fidelity, often while focusing on its female leads. Though not as strong as the other two titles in the trilogy, this story of a fiftyish educator, who falls for one of his students who happens to be as old as his daughter, is nonetheless a frequently fascinating minor Garrel.’ — Boyd van Hoeij


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The Salt of Tears (2020)
The Salt of Tears returns to the foundations of family and relationships. Another monochrome drama, it positions its narrative amidst transitional phases of life, telling the story of a young man named Luc, who prepares to attend the renowned furniture-making school École Boulle in Paris. He is affectionate towards his elderly father, who wants his son to have a life that he never had. While Garrel’s work has always ruminated on past relationships, The Salt of Tears is less about the romantic encounters that shape one’s life and more of a reflection on the past and the struggles that come with the search for “meaning.”’ — Patrick DeVitt


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The Plough (2023)
‘Given the reportedly frequent use of puppets as aids to the therapeutic process, one might expect a family of third-generation puppeteers to be among the most well-adjusted people in the world. Or among the least, given the other connotation of puppetry, as a conduit for demonic, psychotic or otherwise malign energies. Sadly, neither is the case with the clan in Philippe Garrel‘s “The Plough,” a featherweight folderol even by the director’s uneven recent standards, which seems mainly conceived as a cozy way for the veteran director to spend a little time reminding his real-life family how much they will miss him when he’s gone. It’s all about relationships but for anyone not surnamed Garrel, trying to find anything much to relate to in “The Plough” is a lonely furrow indeed.’ — Jessica Kiang


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p.s. Hey. ** jay, Hi. Not a big surprise there. Awesome, re: the vocalising of ‘TMS’, I always like when people get the laughs. ** D, Hello, D. Helluva of a compliment or association there, thank you. I must read that script. Oh, wait, D is David Ehrenstein. Hello, sir. Trintignant sort of can’t be beat, it’s true. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Pleased it pleased you. Did love decongest you, surely, by now? Love finally giving up the ghost and deciding he does need to see a doctor to fix his monthlong fucked up right ear and feeling annoyed by that, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, Yes, ha ha, I was hoping you would presume that. The blog’s little concession to the clickbait phenomenon perhaps. ** Corey Heiferman, Hi. I’m reasonably fine and with nothing exciting going on. Oh, good, an asymmetry search, I approve. As a lazy ass I encourage you to go all the way with French so I can feel even more embarrassed. Oops, about the boy, but you make it sound like water off your back, so no big. Affection can be really scary, speaking a reserved-ish sort of fellow. Like I think with most people, in the US at least, Emily Dickinson was assigned to me in high school, and she made no impression on me, and then I read her again on my own years later and realised that she’s really incredible. I think maybe she’s adult-oriented kind of writer or a writer’s writer or something. Nice to see you! ** Joseph, Banality and tedium at the same time? Jeez, sorry dude. I still need to get that Moriarity book. I keep forgetting. But not from now on. I hope further nonsense is behind you and someone else is eating its dust. ** Don Waters, Hi, bud. I was mindblown by the lost Portland amusement park. I had no idea about it. Portland doesn’t really have a good amusement park in its environs, does it? Pity. The Pinget is shortness central. It’s interesting to me as a lifelong not religious person how much growing up with Catholicism has an impact on one’s writing/art. Its imprint seems pretty inescapable. And interesting to parse. I’m done with Houellbecq. It doesn’t help that he’s basically seen more as a celebrity than as a serious writer here in France now. He’s like the sour version of Snoop Dog or something. Oh, no, I hope you-know-what doesn’t need you to battle it too much. I’ve still never had it. Which seems weirder and weirder. ** Tyler Ookami, Yeah, no, it’s hard to imagine using a puppet originally in a few minute onstage period. Mongrels: I’ll try to see what that is. Oh, really, about furries using “pawpets”? I didn’t know that. That’s very interesting. Again, I’m going to look into that. Huh. (I’m currently writing a short film that’s about two boys who wear puppets on their hands 24/7, so I’m in that area of interest.) I went to the Sanrio park last time I was in Japan. What a strange place. I agree that the boat ride is by far the best. But, yeah, so strange. ** PL, I think probably guys are searching for escorts or slaves online, and those blog posts pop up, and their dicks are so hard that they don’t pay close attention and just assume the posts are meet and greet situations. I’ve seen a little of Gojin Ishihara’s stuff and quite liked it. I’ll look further, Might be a good blog post, hmmm. Thanks, pal. ** Uday, For me ‘Paris Spleen’ definitely. I’m happy that the gifs proved swipeable. I remember ‘SLC Punk’, huh. Its lingering charm is imaginable. ** Måns BT, Hey, hey, Måns. Or I guess it should be ‘hej, hej’? I remembered the name of that restaurant. It’s Totemo Ramen, Sankt Eriksgatan 70 113 20. It’s just a little hole in the wall, but, at least when I was there, the ramen was insane! I’ll do a google image search for Filmstaden. Intriguing. Cool, ‘Thundercrack’ at Zita seems like a marriage made in heaven/hell. Thanks, I hope your week is off and running smoothly. ** Lucas, Hi. I’m okay other than realising I have to see a doctor for my ear thing ‘cos it isn’t fixing itself like I commanded it to. I don’t think I know Pizarnik. I’ll seek her. I’m still waiting for Zac’s feedback on the new script so I can move forward. He can be very slow and in need of many nudges, so I am busy nudging. Yeah, I hope this is the week that your school starts seeming like second nature. Or like an ‘okay, whatever, fine’ situation. My week is still kind of a blank. But I think Paris starts coming back to life after its usual August snooze right about now, so my eyes are peeled. I hope your Monday is the start of something big. ** Harper, Yeah, agreed on Yoko. And, yes, that ‘broke up the Beatles’ crap is such misogynist and racist nonsense. They’d shot their wad. It was time. Horny posting is so embarrassing. There are several people in my feed who do nothing but post sneaky photos they snapped of guys or women on the subway with tongue-hanging-out emojis. I mean who fucking cares who you think is hot? I don’t even think their horny friends care. Oh, gosh, good luck today. Yeah, I guess try to think of it as a research mission into the ignorant and ill-informed with them as your unwitting guinea pigs or something? Hope it wasn’t too awful. ** Diesel Clementine, Hi. I tried absinthe twice and it just gave me a splitting headache. Your recent life is so much more interesting and beautiful than not just my recent life but my entire life. Or maybe I just don’t know how to phrase the real appropriately. That’s a compliment. ** Justin D, Thank you. Gotcha, haha. Thanks re: the plan. We’ll need quite a fair amount of luck for it to work. So it’s one of those kinds of plans. My weekend had its charms, I think, yes, I believe so, and yours as well, I would guess? ** Steve, I got the date wrong, the Paralympics don’t start until later this week. But I think I’ll go see some matches since, unlike with the Olympics where tickets were 100+ euros, they’re only around 15 euros. Score. I’ll skip ‘Star Whackers’ then, thank you. Zac is taking his sweet time to read the script, but he is now under orders to read it by the weekend, and I hope he will. ** Thomas H, Hi. That does sounds busy. I think the trick with the gif stacks is to try to come to them with no expectations or pre-existing ideas of what gifs exist to do and then whatever happens is legit. But, yeah, your week sounds kind of monumental, or at least to someone who has never been to a nude beach or been inebriated enough to do karaoke (or rather not inebriated enough when within easy reach of a karaoke place) and whose recent life’s highlight was walking down the street and buying the new issue of a magazine I like. Iow, congrats! Except for the expense part, of course. ** nat, I don’t think I have an intended reaction re: the gif stacks. I think they’re like Rorschach tests or something. Well, Puce Mary also did the score of Zac’s and my upcoming film, so at least that will see the light. When people ask me for a recommended book, I almost always say Agota Kristof’s ‘The Book of Lies’ novel trilogy aka the novels ‘The Notebook’, ‘The Proof’ and ‘The Third Lie’. So there you go. ** Oscar 🌀, I have this idea of recording myself saying ‘hi’ to someone I know (could be you) and then slowing the recording down until its infinitesimally slow, like 8 hours long at minimum, and then posting it on bandcamp and saying it’s a lost John Cage composition, what do you think? No, NSFW gifs are as alive as alive can be, I just wasn’t horny when I made that post. More’s the pity? Things are okay. The early stages of the film problem solving plan are in motion, but it requires much carefulness, so we’re still scheming mostly. Thus far, Paris does not seem busy for the Paralympcs, but there are still a few days until it launches, so I’m holding out hope. How are you? You’re schooling now, aren’t you? Or am I misremembering? I hope your Monday was everything you would ever want a Monday to be. ** Okay. I’ve brought back and fixed and expanded an old post that lays out the film output by the distinct French filmmaker Philippe Garrel for you to peruse and ponder. See you differently tomorrow.

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