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‘In the early ’80s, a friend invited me to a screening of Robert Bresson’s The Devil, Probably, on the condition that, no matter what, I not say a word about it afterward. He claimed that Bresson’s films had such a profound, consuming effect on him that he couldn’t bear even the slightest outside interference until their immediate spell wore off, which he warned me might take hours. He was not normally a melodramatic, overly sensitive, or pretentious person, so I just thought he was being weird-until the house lights went down. All around us, moviegoers yawned or laughed derisively; some even fled the theater. But, watching the film, I experienced an emotion more intense than any I’d ever have guessed art could produce. The critic Andrew Sarris, writing on Bresson’s work, once famously characterized this reaction as a convulsion of one’s entire being, which rings true to me. Ever since, I’ve imposed basically the same condition on those rare friends whom I trust enough to sit beside during the screening of a Bresson film, and I’m not otherwise a particularly melodramatic, sensitive, or pretentious person.
‘Bresson isn’t just my favorite artist. There’s a whole lot more to it than that, though the effect he has had on me is too enormous and personal to distill. On a practical level, his work constructed my sensibility as a writer by offering up the idea that it was possible for an artwork’s style to embody a kind of pragmatism that, if sufficiently rigorous and devoted to a sufficiently powerful subject, would eliminate the need within the work for an overt philosophical or moral standpoint. Every artist tries in some way to find that least compromised intersection of planes where his or her ideas meet and slightly exceed the world’s expectations, but I don’t think anyone has found a more perfectly balanced style than Bresson. His work communicates an unyielding, peculiarly personal vision of the world in a voice so sterilized as to achieve an almost inhuman efficiency and logic. The result is a kind of cinematic machine whose sets, locations, narrative, and models (Bresson’s preferred term for actors) function together as an unhierarchical unit so perfectly self-sufficient that all that is revealed within each film is the disconcerting failure of the models to fulfill Bresson’s requirements. Their emotions resonate, despite a conscientious effort on Bresson’s part to make them move about and speak as though they have none. The fact that the actors, unlike any other aspect of Bresson’s films, are driven by individual feeling draws attention almost by default, and creates a relationship with the audience so intimate that it’s almost unbearable in its aesthetic restrictions.
‘A full appreciation of Bresson’s work requires moviegoers to approach his films as though starting from scratch. This is a huge thing to ask of an audience, which is why Bresson’s films will always select their admirers with care and infrequency. But the films earn that degree of commitment because, despite their intensive demands, they ask almost nothing for themselves. They’re too plain to be considered experimental or avant-garde, and require no suspension of disbelief. But they’re antitraditional as well, although their respect for the tradition of storytelling borders on the fanatical. They’re neither difficult nor easy to watch, at least not in the usual senses of those words. Instead of flaunting their difference, or feigning modesty by deferring to the conventions of Hollywood film, they offer up an art so unimpeachably fair, so lacking in ulterior motivation that the effect is a kind of mimicry of what perception might be like were one capable of simultaneously perceiving clearly and appreciating th e process by which perception occurs. The only thing these films ask is that one share a fraction of Bresson’s single-minded concern for the souls of young people whose innocence causes them to fail at the cruel, irrevocable task of adulthood.
‘Apart from his first feature, the comedy Les Anges du peche, and perhaps the curiously terse if fascinating Une Femme douce, Bresson never made a film that’s less than sublime. For whatever reason, his early, black-and-white films like Pickpocket, Diary of a Country Priest, and Mouchette are the most celebrated. But, if anything, his later, less widely circulated color films — Four Nights of a Dreamer, Lancelot du Lac, The Devil, Probably, and L’Argent — are the masterpieces among his masterpieces, to my mind. Many of the aforementioned stylistic tropes for which Bresson is alternately reviled and admired reached their full significance in this latter part of his oeuvre, as the lapsed Catholicism that gave his early, doomed characters the remote possibility of redemption and allowed viewers to interpret his work’s introversion as a metaphor for religious self-erasure loses ground to an even more thoroughly hopeless notion of fate as the random and godless chain of events that structures a life. In Bresson’s ea rlier films, the protagonist’s almost inevitable suicide is a tragic segue into the comforting delusion of heaven; in the later films, suicide is the inexorable outcome, given the bleak circumstances; and the staggering numbness induced by Bresson’s cold, mechanical witness to these deaths forms the least opinionated, and therefore only accurate depiction of suicide’s consequences that I’ve ever come across.
‘When I first saw The Devil, Probably at the age of twenty-eight, I wrote Bresson a number of long, desperate, worshipful letters offering to do anything, even sweep the floors of his sets, to assist him in his work. At the time, I would have given up my life, my friends, even my dream of being a novelist in order to help him create films that, to this day, are for me the greatest works of art ever made. It’s an unjustifiable, perhaps even irrational claim, but I’m not alone in my devotion, which might also explain why my pleas went unanswered. Perhaps I was just one of many depressed young people who’d confused Bresson’s stylistic perfection for a perfect solution and my letters went straight into the trash. In any case, I’ve now lived longer than any of the Bresson characters whose hopelessness I once took as a reflection of my own, and I credit his films, whose effect on me remains indescribable, but whose consequence to the novelist I eventually became is simply put: In my own dark, idiosyncratic art, I continue to do everything in my power to carry on a fraction of Robert Bresson’s work.’ — Dennis Cooper
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Further
Robert Bresson Website
Robert Bresson @ IMDb
Robert Bresson @ The Criterion Collection
‘The Films Of Robert Bresson: A Retrospective’
Robert Bresson profile @ Senses of Cinema
‘Robert Bresson: Primer’
‘TO SEE THE WORLD PROFOUNDLY: THE FILMS OF ROBERT BRESSON’
‘The supreme genius of cinema’
Robert Bresson’s films @ MUBI
‘Spiritual Style in the Films of Robert Bresson’, by Susan Sontag
‘Bressonians on Bresson’
‘Anatomy of a Perfect Film: Robert Bresson’s A Man Escaped’
‘Caveh Zahedi Talks Meeting Robert Bresson’
Robert Bresson interviewed by Paul Schrader
‘Robert Bresson as a Precursor to the Nouvelle Vague’
‘Robert Bresson: A Passion for Film’
‘How can I “get” Robert Bresson?’
‘Take the Robert Bresson challenge’
‘Editing and Framing in Robert Bresson’s Films’
‘Robert Bresson: An Introduction’
‘Robert Bresson: Depth Behind Simplicity’
‘Inside Bresson’s L’Argent: An interview with crew-member Jonathan Hourigan’
‘Moments of Grace: The Films of Robert Bresson’
‘NO ACTORS, NO PARTS, NO STAGING.’
‘robert bresson: the failure to find the holy grail’
’10 Great Films Influenced by The Cinema of Robert Breton’
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Extras
Bresson on cinema
Hands of Bresson
Constructive Editing in Robert Bresson’s Pickpocket
Andrei Tarkovsky, Robert Bresson and Orson Welles Cannes 1983
ROAD TO BRESSON. With: Andrei Tarkovsky, Paul Schrader, Louis Malle, Dominique Sanda, Robert Bresson.
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from Notes on Cinematography
‘In his reaction against the filmed plays of traditional French cinema, Bresson used his unique sensibility to establish what he referred to, in a special, Bressonian, aesthetic sense (not the technical one) as “cinematography,” that is, a language of image and editing entirely apart from the traditional, narrative mise en scène; one based on cuts, sounds — the very stuff of cinema that makes it unique from every other art form. One of the techniques he used to achieve his ends was to film multiple takes of a scene, until whatever “artifice” in the performance of the actor had been worn away through repetition, and so, by his estimation, a more truthful performance could be obtained. To that end, he wrote his Notes on Cinematography.’ — No Film School
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Interview (1970)
SAMUELS: You’ve said you don’t want to be called a metteur en scene but rather a metteur en ordre. Does this mean that you think the essence of film is editing rather than staging?
BRESSON: For me, filmmaking is combining images and sounds of real things in an order that makes them effective. What I disapprove of is photographing with that extraordinary instrument — the camera — things that are not real. Sets and actors are not real.
S: That puts you in the tradition of the silent, film, which could not rely on dialogue and therefore created its effects through editing. Do you agree that you are more like a silent than a sound film director?
B: The silent directors usually employed actors. When the cinema became vocal, actors were also used, because at that time they were thought the only ones able to speak. A rather difficult part of my work is to make my nonactors speak normally. I don’t want to eliminate dialogue (as in silent films), but my dialogue must be very special — not like the speeches heard in a theater. Voice, for me, is something very important, and I couldn’t do without it. Now, when I choose someone to appear in one of my films, I select him by means of the telephone, before I see him. Because in general when you meet a person, your eyes and ears work together rather badly. The voice tells more about anyone than his physical presence.
S: But in your films all the people speak with a single, a Bressonian voice.
B: No. I think that in other films actors speak as if they were onstage. As a result, the audience is used to theatrical inflections. That makes my nonactors appear unique, and thus, they seem to be speaking in a single new way. I want the essence of my films to be not the words my people say or even the gestures they perform, but what these words and gestures provoke in them. What I tell them to do or say must bring to light something they had not realized they contained. The camera catches it; neither they nor I really know it before it happens. The unknown.
S: If it is true that your goal is the mystery you drew out of your nonactors, can anyone besides you and them fully appreciate the result?
B: I hope so. There are so many things our eyes don’t see. But the camera sees everything. We are too clever, and our cleverness plays us false. We should trust mainly our feelings and those senses that never lie to us. Our intelligence disturbs our proper vision of things.
S: You say you discover your mysteries in the process of shooting…
B: Yes. Because what I’ve just told you was not something I had planned for. Amazingly, however, I discovered it during my first moments behind the camera. My first film was made with professional actors, and when we had our first rehearsal I said, “If you go on acting and speaking like this, I am leaving.”
S: Your major characteristic as an editor is ellipsis. Do you leave more and more out in each version of a given scene, or do you instinctively elide things while shooting?
B: I always shoot on the dangerous line between showing too much and not showing enough. I try to work as if I were on a tightrope with a precipice at either side.
S: What I want to know, however, is whether you consciously eliminate things during editing or instinctively eliminate things as you go along. Put this another way: Did you eliminate as much in your earlier films?
B: I have always been the same. I don’t create ellipsis; it is there from the beginning. One day I said, “Cinema is the art of showing nothing.” I want to express things with a minimum of means, showing nothing that is not absolutely essential.
S: Doesn’t that make your films too difficult? I’m not even thinking of the average viewer. Doesn’t your extremely elliptical manner baffle even the educated viewer? Can anyone get all the things you merely sketch in?
B: Many do.
S: Aren’t you worried about being too rarefied?
B: No. Here is the problem: The public is educated to a certain kind of film. Therefore, when they see what you call my elliptical films, they are disturbed. Bad critics say I am inhuman and cold. Why? Because they are used to acting; since they find none in my films, they say I am empty.
S: Let me ask you about your actors now. Jules Roy wrote an article about A Man Escaped in which he said that you never paid attention to your associates, that you were always locked into yourself, and that whenever you faced simple and difficult means toward a given end, you always chose the difficult.
B: Things are always difficult. And I lock myself into myself because often it seems that some of the others are against me. I find that when I don’t concentrate, I make mistakes.
S: I noticed when I saw you shooting Four Nights of a Dreamer on the Pont Neuf that you were walking around, ignoring everyone, and continuously peering at the shooting area between two fingers. I also noticed that you make use of accidents. For example, a passerby walked behind your actors while they were performing, yet you did not instruct the cameraman to stop shooting.
B: It’s possible.
S: You would use such an accident, wouldn’t you?
B: Yes. In Pickpocket I deliberately shot the long sequence at the railroad station during rush hour so as to be able to capture all the accidental occurrences. I courted the reality of the crowd through the impediments they placed before my camera.
S: It is said that you shoot every scene many times. How do the actors respond?
B: Sometimes they react badly, so I stop; sometimes the third shot is the best, sometimes the first. Sometimes the shot I think the best is the worst; sometimes the shot that seems worst when I film I later learn is exactly what I wanted. I require from a shot something I am not fully conscious of when photographing. When we are editing, I tell my editor to search for what I remember as having been the most successful take, and as he is running the film through the machine, I discover that what I had not sought is in fact what I had always wanted. I must add that lately I don’t shoot so many takes.
S: According to one of your interviews, in A Man Escaped you helped Leterrier to give a good performance through mechanical means. What were they?
B: By “mechanical” I mean, as I said before, words and gestures. Because I tell my actors to speak and move mechanically. For I am using these gestures and words – which they do not interpret – to draw out of them what I want to appear on screen.
S: For you, the nonactor is raw material – like paint.
B: But precious raw material.
S: You’ve said you don’t even let him see the rushes.
B: That is true, and for the same reason I never use the same person twice, because the second time he would try deliberately to give me what he thought I wanted. I don’t even permit the husband of a nonactress to see rushes because he would evaluate her performance and then she would try to improve it. Anyway, mechanics are essential. Our gestures, nine times out of ten, are automatic. The ways you are crossing your legs and holding your head are not voluntary gestures. Montaigne has a marvelous chapter on hands in which he says that hands go where their owner does not send them. I don’t want my nonactors to think of what they do. Years ago, without realizing any program, I told my nonactors, “Don’t think of what you are saying or doing,” and that moment was the beginning of my style.
S: You are a person with no preconceptions.
B: None at all.
S: Whereas psychology is a closed system, whose premises dictate its method. Therefore, it discovers evidence in support of a preexisting theory of human behavior.
B: If I succeed at all, I suppose some of what I show on the screen will be psychologically valid, even though I am not quite aware of it. But of course, I don’t always succeed. In any case, I never want to explain anything. The trouble with most films is that they explain everything.
S: That’s why one can go back to your films.
B: If there is something good in a film, one must see it at least twice. A film doesn’t give its best the first time.
S: I think that many of your ideas are a consequence of your Christianity. Am I right in saying that you pursue mystery without worrying that the audience will be baffled because you believe that we all partake of one essential soul?
B: Of course. Of course.
S: So that every viewer is fundamentally the same viewer.
B: Of course. What I am very pretentiously trying to capture is this essential soul, as you call it.
S: Isn’t it ironic that you are known as an intellectual director? I have always thought you profoundly emotional.
B: Most of what is said about me is wrong and is repeated eternally. Once somebody said that I worked as an assistant director to Rene Clair, which is not true, and that I studied painting at the Ecole des Beaux-Arts – also not true – but this kind of error appears in nearly every account of my career. Of course, the worst mistakes concern my ideas and my way of working.
S: You’ve said that your films are sometimes solutions to technical problems. For example, you made The Trial of Joan of Arc to see if one could make a film that was only questions and answers.
B: I like exercise for its own sake. That is why I regard my films as attempts rather than accomplishments. People always ask me about the motivation of my characters, never about the arrangement of shots.
S: You seem more interested in putting shots together than in moving the camera.
B: No. My camera is never stationary; it simply doesn’t move around in a blatant manner. It is too easy, when you want, for instance, to describe a room, to pan across it – or to show you are in church by tilting upward in a spiraling fashion. All that is artificial; our eye doesn’t proceed like that.
S: You told Godard that you prefer as often as possible to replace image by sound. Why?
B: Because the ear is profound, whereas the eye is frivolous, too easily satisfied. The ear is active, imaginative, whereas the eye is passive. When you hear a noise at night, instantly you imagine its cause. The sound of a train whistle conjures up the whole station. The eye can perceive only what is presented to it.
S: Would you prefer working in a medium where you could eliminate images?
B: No, I want both image and sound.
S: You just want to give the latter predominance?
B: Yes.
S: How do you prepare your sound tracks?
B: There are two kinds of sound in my films: sounds which occur during shooting and those I add later. What I add is more important, because I treat these sounds as if they were actors. For example, when you go into the street and hear a hundred cars passing, what you think you hear is not what you hear, because if you recorded it by means of a magnetophone, you would find that the sound was a mere jumble. So when I have to record the sound of cars, I go to the country and record every single car in pure silence. Then I mix all these sounds in a way that creates not what I hear in the street, but what I think I hear.
S: In this way you can reflect the mind of the character. For example, in A Man Escaped the amplified sounds of keys and trams etc. reflect the supersensitive hearing of a man in prison.
B: Yes. In that film freedom is represented by the sounds of life outside.
S: In view of your emphasis on sound, why do you avoid music?
B: Because music takes you into another realm. I am always astonished when I see a film in which after the characters are finished speaking the music begins. You know, this sort of music saves many films, but if you want your film to be true, you must avoid it. I confess that I too made mistakes with music in my early films. But now I use music, as in Mouchette, only at the end, because I want to take the audience out of the film into another realm; that is the reason for Monteverdi’s Magnificat.
S: Why did you suddenly move to color in Une Femme douce?
B: Because suddenly I had money for it.
S: Did the new technique produce any special problems?
B: Yes. Since the first rule of art is unity, color threatens you because its effects are too various. However, if you can control and unify the color, you produce more powerful shots in it than are possible in black and white. In Une Femme douce I started with the color of Dominique Sanda’s skin and harmonized everything to it.
S: The sight of her nude flesh is one of the most important in the film.
B: I am also using nudity in Four Nights of a Dreamer. I am not at all against nudity so long as the body is beautiful; only when the body is ugly is its nudity obscene. It is like kissing. I can’t bear to see people kissing on the screen. Can you?
S: That’s why you sometimes have your characters kiss each other’s hands?
B: Yes. Perhaps.
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Robert Bresson’s 14 films
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L’argent (1983)
‘A director with as supple a foundation of cinephilic adoration as Robert Bresson is bound to inspire a lot of Olympian proselytizing, among auteurist converts and heretics alike, about the galactic elemental clarity of his filmmaking, spiked with as many buzzwords as possible such as “unforced,” “simple,” “open-ended,” “spiritual,” “philosophical,” “earthy,” “humane.” It’s almost to the point that reading about Bresson you’d imagine that his films are composed of shots of nothing but koi ponds, cala lilies, creamy, hemp-textured canvases, loaves of bread, or whatever else has become shorthand for cinematic transubstantiation. Which is why a film like L’Argent, which is admittedly unforced, open-ended, and humane (and, to throw in one further Bresson cliché to boot, excises any trace of narrative fat and works it to the bone), hits with the effect not so much reflecting a cleansing of the soul, but rather a ransacking.’ — Eric Henderson, Slant
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L’Argent (1983) Robert Bresson press conference
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The Devil, Probably (1977)
‘Of all the Bresson films that deal with suicide, The Devil, Probably most resembles a death march. Its impassive young protagonist, Charles (Antoine Monnier, great-grandson of Henri Matisse), single-mindedly rejects the solutions and opiates of a corrupt, toxic, late-capitalist world and succumbs to the tug of oblivion—although, lacking the will to do the deed himself, he has to buy his own death, hiring a junkie friend to kill him. In France the film was banned to under-eighteens, lest it give alienated kids any ideas. In the US it went unreleased until the mid-’90s. One of only two original screenplays that Bresson wrote (the other, Au Hasard Balthazar, has strong intimations of Dostoevsky), Devil may be his least typical film. The didacticism (newsreel footage of environmental disasters), blunt satire (especially in a scene with a Jacques Lacan–like shrink), and pronounced nihilist-atheist streak all made the film hard to square with received readings of Bresson—and, much like Antonioni’s post-’68 portrait Zabriskie Point, easy to dismiss as an out-of-touch geezer’s strained bid at topicality. (Bresson was seventy-six at the time.) Bresson influenced almost every major French filmmaker who came after him (beginning with Louis Malle, his onetime assistant, and Jean-Luc Godard, one of his most perceptive critics), but The Devil, Probably seems to have special significance for those who encountered it at a formative age. Claire Denis, an extra on 1971’s Four Nights of a Dreamer, has said that The Devil, Probably was the first film in which she saw her generation onscreen. It’s a clear touchstone for the cinema of Leos Carax, who absorbed its anguish and infused it with a mad romanticism. Nicolas Klotz and Elisabeth Perceval’s recent Low Life, a haunting meditation on the possibility of youthful resistance, is essentially an elaborate riff on—or an urgent sequel to—The Devil, Probably. Olivier Assayas has written eloquently of his complicated relationship with the film, first rejecting it and then over time coming to regard the troubled Charles as “the truest portrait” of his younger self; Assayas’s most autobiographical film, Cold Water, owes a debt to The Devil, Probably, as will, perhaps, his upcoming Something in the Air, a coming-of-age story in the context of ’70s youth culture.’ — Dennis Lim, Artforum
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Lancelot du Lac (1974)
‘One suspects that Bresson wanted to interpret Arthurian legend in a way that would emphasize its petty emotions and physicalities. Why else should he stage Guinevere and Lancelot’s solitary moments in a hay-strewn loft? Why else should he let the camera linger a moment on Guinevere’s sensuous backside? Why else should he shoot a jousting match from the knights’ knees down? However, because Bresson’s cinematic personality is as deliberate and clean as it is, the viewer is tempted to chalk up the bizarre and moving experience of watching Lancelot du Lac to some latent spirituality or grace. Those of us with dissenting opinions can stretch out inside of Bresson’s films a little more, though—because the director is so fascinated with the visual, aural, and tactile worlds he films, it’s very easy to respond with equal fascination. One could say that Lancelot du Lac is about nothing more than the clanging of armor or the movements of legs, but the fact that he cares about the way situations look and feel, its textures and emotional tones (even as filtered through the singular Bressonian personality) is exceedingly important—and exceedingly cool. The chances that Bresson will impress those entirely and happily bred on contemporary Hollywood cinema are, sadly, not very good. His thin plots often elide psychology and conventional pacing, his actors’ distinctive line readings don’t initially appear very interesting, and some are bound to be puzzled by his fascination with unusual shots (such as extended close-ups of single body parts). But it’s not Bresson’s fault for being an uncompromising and distinctive artist—it’s to his credit.’ — Zach Campbell, Slant
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Conférence de presse Robert Bresson ‘Lancelot du Lac’ au Festival de Cannes
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Four Nights of a Dreamer (1971)
‘If one wants to be schematic about it, there are three levels of parody in Four Nights: 1) an obvious layer (the ridiculous gangster film) masking, as by ‘excessive light’, 2) a more subtle one extended over the time it takes to know the narrative figures, and concerning solely them; and lastly, 3) a more ambiguous level, poised on the uncomfortable threshold between two different feelings, held right on the verge of crossing into open risibility — the point at which one is not quite sure if one should titter, snicker, chuckle, cackle, guffaw, howl, etc. Jacques exclaiming “What have you done to me!”; the Brazilian singer on the tour-boat; Jacques’ stares at women totally unknown to him, at the start; his sad auditing of his own voice speaking the absurd ‘dreams’ on the cassette-player (one level of parody listening to another) — are among the examples. What all three levels have in common is romanticism as their reference, and some of its attendant manifestations. But this is not to be understood as a straightforward mockery of it — not entirely, at least. Bresson fixes sharply on the shallowness and naivety of its symptoms; but never without reminding us of the holes, and the lives, they are trying to fill. There is a clinging coefficient of sadness attached.’ — M. C. Zenner, Senses of Cinema
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Une femme douce (1969)
‘Une femme douce (a.k.a. A Gentle Woman) was the first colour film that Robert Bresson made and immediately we see a break from the director’s previous eight films, with a dramatic intensification of the austerity and pessimism that most characterise his work. Stylistically, the film is noticeably different from Bresson’s black and white films and already there is in evidence the rigorous paring back, the striving to show only what is essential, that would obsess the director in his later years. The transition from Mouchette (1967) to Une femme douce, made just two years later, is as stark as it is brutal, and yet the two films are linked by a common Bressonian theme – that of escape from the penury of mortal existence through death. In the case of Mouchette, it is physical suffering that drives a girl to kill herself. In the subsequent film, a woman’s suicide is prompted by a malaise of the soul, a revulsion for all fleshly things that incarcerate and repress one’s spiritual being. Une femme douce is a film that is permeated with a sense of loss and separation. Frequently, the camera lingers on places where we expect someone to be, but all we see is a person-shaped void. Even when the two protagonists appear in the same shot, the disconnection between them is striking. Both have a profound need for love, and yet neither is capable of satisfying the other’s needs – he is a cold materialist who, vampire-like, thrives on the misfortune of others; she a dreamer, an ethereal being that can barely support the notion she is composed of the same stuff as the rest of the animal kingdom. And when these two ill-matched souls do finally make contact, all too briefly in a sublime moment of tenderness, it is the spark that ignites the touch paper to their shared annihilation. This is Bresson at his cruellest and most pessimistic – not even love can bridge the gulf between flesh and spirit.’ — James Travers
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Mouchette (1967)
‘“Between thought and expression”—as Lou Reed wrote in the Velvet Underground song “Some Kinda Love”—“lies a lifetime.” Mouchette, and maybe all Robert Bresson’s inexhaustible, majestic films, transpire in that puzzling space “between,” that incalculable “lifetime.” How, for instance, does a director as visually acute as Bresson and so insistent on “the resources of cinematography and the use of the camera to create” also imply the urgency of the unseen, the ineffable, the otherworldly? How does a filmmaker so attentive to metaphysical demands honor the press of our physical existence, whether everyday or tragic? The marvel of Mouchette inheres in the elegance, obstinacy, and capaciousness of Bresson’s double-mindedness. A rape edges into tenderness, suicide emerges as at once holy and appalling, and scene upon scene invokes, simultaneously, spiritual despair and an afterlife. Mouchette (1967) was Bresson’s final black-and-white film before he switched over to color for Une femme douce, in 1969. And there are vestiges throughout of the mournful, formally exacting work he created during the 1950s and 1960s, as well as intuitions of the tonal complexity and even fiercer pessimism that infused his late style. Mouchette herself is at least as solitary as Michel in Pickpocket (1959), and her village proves as claustrophobic as Fontaine’s prison cell in A Man Escaped (1956). Like Diary of a Country Priest (1951), Mouchette tracks hereditary alcoholism in the “malicious” French countryside, and Bresson adapted both movies from novels by Georges Bernanos, a gifted exponent of what he designated “Catholic realism” and also the author of the libretto for the Francis Poulenc opera Dialogues des Carmelites. Shooting on Mouchette started soon after Bresson finished Au hasard Balthazar (1966), and Mouchette seems a combination of the suffering Marie and the donkey, Balthazar, much as the hunting (rabbits) and poaching (partridges) episodes once again analogue human and animal misfortunes.’ — Robert Polito
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Au Hasard Balthazar (1966)
‘Godard’s famous claim that Au hasard Balthazar is “the world in an hour and a half” suggests how dense, how immense Bresson’s brief, elliptical tale about the life and death of a donkey is. The film’s steady accumulation of incident, characters, mystery, and social detail, its implicative use of sound, offscreen space, and editing, have the miraculous effect of turning the director’s vaunted austerity into endless plenitude, which is perhaps the central paradox of Bresson’s cinema. So concentrated and oblique is Balthazar, it achieves the density, to extend Godard’s metaphor just a little, of an imploded nova. Bresson’s twin masterpieces of the mid-sixties, Au hasard Balthazar and Mouchette—his last films in black and white—are rural dramas in which the eponymous innocents, a donkey and a girl, suffer a series of assaults and mortifications and then die. With their exquisite renderings of pain and abasement, the films are compendiums of cruelty, whose endings have commonly been interpreted as moments of transfiguration, indicating absolution for a humanity that has been emphatically shown to be not merely fallen but vile. Both “protagonists” expire in nature, one on a hillside, the other in a pond, their deaths accompanied by music of great sublimity: a fragment of Schubert’s Piano Sonata no. 20 and a passage from Monteverdi’s Vespers, respectively. (That these contravene Bresson’s own edict against the use of music as “accompaniment, support, or reinforcement” is significant; he later regretted the rather sentimental employment of the Schubert in Balthazar, and the film without it would be significantly bleaker in effect.) The representation of both deaths is ambiguous. The sacred music in Mouchette (Monteverdi’s “Magnificat,” with its intimations of the Annunciation), Mouchette’s three attempts to “fall” before succeeding, and the held image of the bubbles on the water that has received her body imply to many a divine, even ecstatic deliverance (and a perhaps heretical consecration of suicide). Similarly, Balthazar’s death, accompanied by the secular, albeit exalted, Schubert, as he is surrounded by sheep, suggests to several critics a glorious return to the eternal, a revelation of the divine.’ — James Quandt
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The Trial of Joan of Arc (1962)
‘Released in 1962, and receiving mild-hearted reviews from the press, Bresson’s Procès de Jeanne d’Arc (The Trial of Joan of Arc, 1962) remained for a long time one of the French filmmaker’s most overlooked films. 40 years later, and in light of other adaptations of the trial that preceded and succeeded it – notably Carl T. Dreyer and Jacques Rivette’s masterpieces La passion de Jeanne d’Arc (1928) and Jeanne la Pucelle II – Les prisons (Joan the Maid: The Prisons, 1994) – Bresson’s film, featuring low-key mise en scène detailing the precise period in which the Maid of Orleans lived, stands up as one of the most particular and transcendent works of his oeuvre. Whether or not we agree with Bresson’s statement that Dreyer’s mise en scène and notions of expressionist acting were “grotesque buffooneries”, we can consider this controversial statement as a starting point for examining his own construction of the film. This relentlessly edited, minimalist, sparse film, almost shot in automatic mode, is a direct affront to what he considered the “terrible habit of theater”, the “over expressive” (as he would say) method that he successfully avoided throughout his career.’ — José Sarmiento
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Pickpocket (1959)
‘Pickpocket, like all of Bresson’s films, records the expiration of humane feeling in the modern world, the impossibility of decency in a universe of greed. This is amply illustrated in Au hasard Balthazar (1966), a film about the sufferings of a donkey so painful to watch that if you can see it through without weeping, you deserve to be hit by a Mack truck when you leave the theater. For Bresson, the casual destruction of life, any life, is the damning imperative of the human species. As William Burroughs put it, “Man is a bad animal.” This message is spelled out in boldface in The Devil, Probably, with its copious footage of man-made ecological disaster. Critics frequently link Bresson with Carl Dreyer, which is a bit like pairing August Strindberg with Henrik Ibsen. Like Ibsen, Dreyer has a seamless lack of humor and a solemnity that gives his films the gravity of a cancer operation In Bresson, however, the absurdity that delicately fringes Strindberg’s dark dramas echoes in whole passages of deliberately idiotic dialogue, in actions that speak volumes about nothing but feel uncomfortably textured like real life. Dreyer boils life down to its pivotal moments; Bresson shows that most of our lives are consumed by meaningless routines. This can be startlingly funny, just when you thought a Bresson movie couldn’t become more grim.’ — Gary Indiana
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A Man Escaped (1956)
‘Robert Bresson’s A Man Escaped (1956) is generally considered one of the greatest prison-break movies ever made. It was inspired by the story of André Devigny, a decorated French lieutenant in World War II who escaped from Fort Montluc prison in German-occupied Lyon in 1943 and was awarded the Cross of the Liberation by Charles de Gaulle after the war. Except for the opening scene and the final shots, the entire film is set in the interiors and exteriors of a prison, modeled on the original, and follows the detailed activities of Fontaine (François Leterrier), the protagonist, as he prepares for what everyone tells him is an impossible feat. Bresson, having himself suffered cruelty and internment at the hands of the Germans during the war, wrote the screenplay and dialogue, based on a journalistic account Devigny had published in 1954 as “The Lessons of Strength: A Man Condemned to Death Has Escaped” (his memoir A Condemned Prisoner Has Escaped was published in 1956). Although the film’s preface assures us that it does not embellish that account, and Devigny himself acted as Bresson’s factual adviser, there are critical differences between his work and Bresson’s film. In fact, the first title Bresson considered, Aide-toi . . .—part of a phrase meaning “Heaven helps those who help themselves”—suggests that he was as attracted to the spiritual significance of the story as he was to Devigny’s scrupulous description of his experience. The film’s brilliant exposition of Fontaine’s daily efforts to convert the objects in his cell into the instruments of escape indeed became for Bresson the expressive means for the man’s pragmatic form of faith.’ — Tony Pipolo
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Diary of a Country Priest (1951)
‘In the “portrait of the artist as disturber of the peace” that is Diary of a Country Priest, Bresson was still shedding the contingencies of contemporary cinema. But the film left enough of a mark on its viewers to become a milestone in the slow process of the liberation of postwar French cinema. Long after Cahiers du cinéma published his famous article “A Certain Tendency in the French Cinema” (No. 31, January 1954), which devotes a lot of attention to screenwriters Jean Aurenche and Pierre Bost’s unproduced adaptation of Bernanos’ novel, only to denounce their alleged inanity and hail Bresson’s genius, François Truffaut would remember Diary of a Country Priest and the words of the priest of Ambricourt to Dufréty when he concluded the angry letter in which he severed all personal ties with Jean-Luc Godard: “If I was in your place and I’d broken the oaths of my ordination, I would prefer that it had been for the love of a woman rather than what you call your intellectual evolution.” Diary of a Country Priest is truly a rupture in the history of cinema.’ — Frédéric Bonnaud
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Les dames du Bois de Boulogne (1945)
‘Les Dames du Bois de Boulogne is fixed in history as not just the second feature film by Robert Bresson, but as one of those movies that heralded an austere, modernistic way of seeing and feeling. But not even Bresson, in 1944, knew that he was bound to become the author of Diary of a Country Priest, A Man Escaped, Pickpocket, Au hazard Balthazar, Mouchette, and so on. No one knew which way the wind would blow. And close attention to Les Dames reveals much that is unexpected or uncharacteristic—at the 1977 Bresson tribute at London’s National Film Theatre, it was seen as “an un-Bressonian film.” So it’s worth concentrating on the reality of 1944 if one wants to get the most out of this extraordinary film—and to see where Bresson was going. Robert Bresson then was in the prime of life. Putting it that way is not just to get past the image of the ancient, white-haired ascetic (the dead master even); it’s a way of noting that the women in Les Dames are photographed with something like the affection, or the sensuality even, that one knows from Max Ophuls, from Renoir or Howard Hawks. There is even a shot of Agnès (Élina Labourdette) trying on earrings, looking at herself in the mirror, watched by her mother (Lucienne Bogaert), that has a heady, casual eroticism in the faces, the jewels, the bits of décor, the glamour of reflection, and the soft focus of the burnished glass. It could be a moment from Max Ophuls—or Jacques Demy (Labourdette, ravishing as the mothered Agnès in Les Dames, would be just as glorious and insecure as the mother in Lola, and surely Demy felt that in his casting.)’ — David Thomson
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Les anges du péché (1943)
‘One of the most astonishing film debuts ever, made while France was still under Nazi occupation. Bresson chose an apparently timeless subject: the way that people affect each other’s destinies. Based on the real convent of the Sisters of Béthany, a secluded order of nuns are minutely observed in their rehabilitation of women from prison. If the salvation is tangibly close to a Resistance adventure, it is the simple human confrontations that fascinate Bresson – the consuming desire of secure, bourgeois-born Anne-Marie to save the unrepentant Thérèse, wrongly imprisoned for the sake of her criminal lover. Concentrated dialogue (with a little help from Jean Giraudoux) and moulded monochrome photography by Philippe Agostini contribute to an outstanding film. Rarely have the seemingly opposite worlds of the spiritual and the erotic received such sublime, ennobling treatment.’ — Time Out (London)
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p.s. Hey. I have this little tradition where every year on my birthday I use the posting space to give myself (and hopefully all of you) a special gift. Last year I filled it with Hollis Frampton Day. A post containing my favorite Guided by Voices/Robert Pollard songs has filled the space more than once. Etc. This year, since it’s been a good six or so years since I last went for broke, I’m sharing a post about and containing the works of my all-time favorite artist, period, aka Robert Bresson. Please celebrate the official addition of another year to my existence by being with Bresson today if you don’t mind. Thank you. ** ellie, Hi, ellie! It’s so great to see you! I’m doing good, but, more importantly, how are you? ** Dominik, Hi!!! Pleasure, was, of course, all mine. Good, good, you got your journal started. Journals are the perfect place to override your perfectionism maybe? To try things you’re not all sure you can pull off? I’ve used journals that way. Yay! I have not seen ‘Saltburn’. I’m kind of wary of it for some reason, but have you seen it? If so, what did you think? I was trying to think of a good victim for love’s one-day longing to use his knife, and Shawn Mendes seems like the blandest looking of the supposedly cute celeb/pop stars who’s a big deal at the moment, and I just thought love could help him out by giving his face a little more character. So, it was almost a benevolent gesture in a way. Ow, your poor friend. I hope love pulled off that miraculous journey. I probably told you one time I felt flat on my face on an icy sidewalk in Moscow and broke both of my wrists simultaneously. Oh my god, that sucked. Love using my birthday today as the starting point of his grand plan to reverse my course and start de-aging me year by year, G. ** Black_Acrylic, Congrats on the early birth. Surely you can get Skype up and about by tomorrow, no? Won’t it just relaunch your old account lickety-split? Anyway, fingers crossed, should you need them. Nice goal there. Imagine me stretching out the word ‘Scorrrrre’ at the top my lungs for, oh, twenty seconds. ** Steve Erickson, Congrats! Do you do videos for the tracks on our albums, I forget? For the ‘singles’? Everyone, Steve’s January music roundup for Gay City News, covering the latest albums by Sleater-Kinney and Kali Uchis, is out. We’re still getting a few seconds of snow now and then, but it’s supposed to warm up and turn the flakes into drops in the next few days or so. Mixed blessing. ** T, Hi! It’s good. I’m not enjoying the cold snap as much as I thought I would for some reason. But, yeah, much objective appreciation at the very least. Right, of course Ikeda is sold out, duh. Damn. Hopefully there are other festival gigs as good or almost for us to mutually hit up? Galette, yes, in fact I may write to you soon today. There was a thought going around of possibly doing one on my b’day today, but I don’t know if that thought actually panned out. I’ll write you. ** seb 🦠, Hi. My week’s beginning has been sort of totally okay so far. Yours? I hope you like ‘TMS’, duh, I mean, why wouldn’t I hope that. Thanks for your willingness to reinvent your bookshelves on its behalf. Ordering a mass recall of all copies of the autobiography then giving the carrier pigeon enough MDMA that it realises the err in its thinking and revises the offending passages into florid paeans to you. ** A, Well, thank you very much, A! You are my very first happy birthday wisher, and you know what they say about one’s first wisher. Oh, you’re very kind. I’ll sort out some kind of better than average day somehow. I have not seen ‘All of Us Strangers’ no. Okay, I will. I … think it’s playing here? I’m going to hop on board your optimism. Thanks, man! ** 2Moody, Hey, you, in heavy return! Oh, I know how years’ endings can swamp one. I had swampage too, although I managed to slip in p.s.es somehow. Anyway, you being back has upped the blog’s ante already. I can feel it. Yes, it does seem to be my birthday. Strange, but true. Thank you for your immensely kind words. I have yet to have exact celebratory plans for the day, but I suspect that something appropriate will arise from the upcoming hours, we’ll see. Uh, if you’re somewhere where you can get really good Mexican food, eat that. That’s the big culinary hole in my French existence. Drink-wise: Iced tea. Another delicacy the French don’t seem to grasp. Uh, watch one of the Bresson movies? Anyway, thank you, my friend, and, yeah, lovely to have you back. ** JM, Hey, man! It’s been ages! How great to see you! And I see you have a new book coming out which is obviously on my immediate agenda. And, wow, instagram looks like it’s actually going to let non-user me watch you read my poem. Exciting! Thank you, pal, it’s an honor. I’ll glue my eyes plus ears to that in just a couple of minutes. I hope you’re doing great. It seems like you are. ** rigby, Whoa, rigby, old chum! Happy NY to you too. The Scala … hm, sounds familiar. I don’t know, to be honest. ‘Thundercrack’ nice! I hope your IMAX is a real IMAX that eats up a huge wall because I went to the one here to see that new ‘Godzilla’ movie recently, and it was a mini-IMAX, which is an absurd concept — in other words just a regular movie theater with a barely larger screen. Wtf. Prayers for you. Dude, so great to see you! Come to Paris again one of these days, for goodness sake. Love, me ** Right. My birthday, Bresson, that’s the drill. Enjoy everything around you, and see you tomorrow.
Happy birthday Dennis! Wishing you a day full of wonderful things. You’re the best.
Happy birthday to the champ! Thank you for everything man, all your writing and your tireless support of writers. You’re the best. Hope you get a comically sized trough of cold sesame noodles, some french fancies, money for your film and anything else you want. You genuinely deserve it.
Kind regards,
tomk
Hi!!
Happy, happy birthday, Dennis!! Do you have any plans for today?
Yeah, I think you’re right – about journaling. This time around, it definitely works like that for me as well, which is such a nice surprise.
We watched “Saltburn” a couple of days ago and Christ. People seem to either love or hate it – I belong to the second group, unfortunately. The acting was alright, but the second half of the movie just felt forced and annoying. (I didn’t find the supposedly shocking scenes too shocking, either, although I guess that was to be expected, haha.)
Shit, how did you even… do things with two broken wrists? Like, anything? That sounds absolutely awful!
I hope love knows now what he needs to do!! It seems impossible to beat today’s post (ah!!!), but… love hiring Guided by Voices to give you a private birthday show, Od.
Happy birthday on here too, all the best vibes for inspiration and nice times, good day and even better year ahead
Always great to see Bresson films, I think I have to finally watch The Trial of Joan of Arc
All credit to the blog, I’ve never seen a single Bresson film until I’d started posting on here. That’s all changed now but still to catch the elusive Four Nights of a Dreamer.
Turns out I got it wrong and the writing class doesn’t start until next week anyway! Skype has now been updated and I’m just waiting on all the stickers I’ve ordered to personalise this new machine.
If it were up to you every day would be Bresson day…..Hahahah. Happy birthday Dennis!! Hope you have a good one man, you deserve the best. Sending lots of positive vibes from dreary-ass New York.
Q
Happy Birthday!
Happy birthday Dennis! Wishing all your wishes for the day come true 🙂 And thank you for the Bresson day! I just watched The Trial of Joan of Arc last weekend which was expectedly great and deceptively simple. It made me reflect a lot on the nature of God in ways I appreciated as a lapsed Catholic. I didn’t catch it in the interview you posted, do you know if Bresson was a practicing Catholic all his life? I don’t think I’d be surprised either way.
I’ve been a bit absent from the blog (although still lurking in the background) what with holiday and end of year obligations, and then I was laid out with a nasty cold for the past week and a half. But I’m back on the mend, back to editing the prose poem which continues to grow, and hopefully back to commenting here every so often. I started the year off diving into Moby-Dick. I’m thinking maybe this is the year of reading big, big novels for me, that is if Melville doesn’t wear me out.
Happy birthday! May the Hard Rock Cafe be playing Guided By Voices, with THE DEVIL, PROBABLY on a big screen TV, as you enjoy their nachos.
No, I’ve never made a video. I’d love to commission animation for some of my songs, but I’m making these without any budget.
Oh, I’m wonderful as always, thanks for asking 😊 I had to google for this emoij since I’m typing on my laptop, and the results keep asking what it means to get it from a girl, which is funny to me. I hope they get their answers in a 😊 way just like I hope you have the most amazing birthday, and that it’s Bressonian in only the ways you like. – e.
Happy birthday, I hope you have Un anniversaire fabuleux and treat yourself.
(chef’s kiss) Bresson, oh, just saying his name evokes a feeling, a sense of time and place, a place I can, and so many others can access, ONLY via cinema/films – all in thanks to the immortal images created by such masters of cinema like Robert.
Bresson’s quote, “I’d rather people feel a film before understanding it,” this is how I have been feeling about much of my own writing and experiments in film/videography.
It isn’t always about narrative cohesion, and place and importance. It is about sensation, atmosphere, the sensory implications you can create by sound, image, motion, colour, speed, pace, edit, and a nifty handy “lazy” voiceover, which I often use in my shorts.
Happy birthday, Dennis! Lots of love from Baltic Brussels. How are things with you? Xx
Odd that I’m not even aware of Les anges du péché ! How did I miss that film? Quick question regarding Bresson’s use of “models” in his film – is this the same thought for you when you use people for your film projects? I know you avoid actors or use them rarely for film work, but is this from Bresson’s approach to ‘acting’ in his films? And do you use actors for your theater work/writings? And Happy Birthday!
Happy Freaking Birthday to Yoooooo and thanks for yr present to us!!! And thanx to yoooo and Steve Erickson for new Kali Uchis revuooooo yesterday !!
xo
Jack
hi dennis, and happy birthday bossman!! hope you have/had/are having an absolutely banging birthday filled with all the stuff you like best! in lieu of a gift, i come bearing extremely cheesy happy birthday videos. hope you can at the very least stomach them xx
https://youtu.be/N0MOTBSJths?si=m2sjt166IUgnx3WU
https://youtu.be/bpeyhT-UygU?si=hu4yvK8HUn6LFj03
Bon anniversaire mon amis! We hope you are taking some time today to do something truly decadent and self indulgent like sucking creme patissiere out of the assholes of Parisian street hustlers, or booking first class passage on the Concord to Los Angeles for the end of February to come see the stage production of Jack’s CFOKA which we just found out about.
xoxoxo – Mark & José
happy happy birthday DC 🙂 Criterion has a whole bunch of Bresson on at the moment, reckon I’ll catch *the devil probably* for the occasion. hope the day goes well ! here’s to another year
Hope you’re having a great birthday, Dennis. And good to see this Bresson day again.
Finally saw May December. I know everyone is obsessed with the backstory, but I was more captivated with the sparring between the two leads, and the transformation of the Natalie Portman character.
Funny, a pile of 2023 releases that I’m really interested in are finally showing up on screens here. January will be a lot of catching up on 2023 movies. Too bad it’s too late to add them to my 2023 favorites list.
Bill
Hey Dennis, happy birthday! Hope it’s a good one.
Happy birthday, dear Dennis!!! What a classy Bresson day to celebrate you! How are you doing? How’s the film going? I hope you can have some delicious nachos and cake today! Tons of love, my friend!!!!
Happy happy birthday, pal!!
Haven’t been around here much, sorry, life is too hectic with all the literary twink obligations lolol been meaning to tell you that in the past months I finally finished your full oeuvre, God Jr. being the grand finale (it’s now one of my favorites… you’re such a magician for the whole video game Banjo Kazooie-esque section, I was so floored and rly deeply inspired)
How’s the movie going??
Hope you have an incredible beautiful day, Dennis, wish you so so much love <3 <3 <3
Dennis, Happy Birthday, Big D!
Damn, my comment didn’t take yesterday. I even tried to post it twice and it gave me a “Duplicate Comment” message. Oh, well. I didn’t really say much.
Rigby’s trying to get me to Paris in April sometime. I’m gonna work on that. No promises or anything, but I’m a try. We’ll see. Might have a surprise guest too.
I talked to Rigby for over 4 hours Saturday night. That was fun. Felt like 5 minutes.
Now, go party it up, Big Dawg!
Happy birthday, Dennis!
Hope yr having the best day <3
All's well here. Next book comes out in a few months (Lonely is the lead editor 🙂 ) and I'm just cruising along.
With a lot of love from Philly.
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@ted Nice to virtually meet you. I’ll be spending a week in Philly two weeks from now. Any cool stuff you recommend to do there?
Happy birthday!
Oh wow, didn’t see that coming, very happy birthday Dennis! Hope you had a gorgeous day, and hope that if nothing else, this next year brings insane artists playing gigs that have at least a handful of tickets available when you go to book them! xT
Happy birthday Dennis!!!
Hey Dennis,
Yeah, it has been a hot minute hey? Happy birthday! How fortuitous that Bresson day was scheduled for your birthday – I assume you teed up one of your favs to align with your anniversary? I’ve never really ‘clicked’ with Bresson, but I wonder if I tried him too much too young – as a teenager, I guess you know, my taste tended toward maximalist excess. I’m starting to appreciate the quiet stuff, the spaces more. I also skipped Eo last year, but maybe it’s finally time for both that and Au Hasard Balthasar…. I hope I did your poem justice, it was surprisingly a bitch trying to get through it in time – Instagram wanted the video to be less than 90 seconds long, when I think the poem is more like a 120second read, so please forgive any indiscretion in rushing. I visited America for the first time in October actually – New York City – and stumbled upon your work in so many bookstores I couldn’t believe it. I guess it makes sense, but here in NZ I hadn’t seen any of your work at all! That said, the new ‘Closer’ reissue has started popping up in all our good boutique bookstores, which is an encouraging sign. I’ve been entreating everybody I know to buy it. Again, happy birthday D., and I can’t wait for the new film.
Jx
Wishing you a very happy birthday and a happy year, Dennis!
Happy birthday indeed. As always, my gift to you is that I am *still* three months older than you. (I do believe we are both doing well, in that way that people call “staying young”-at heart or in mind or something. I know that I for one am pitifully emotionally immature.
Yes, I almost always cask people not to talk about a movie when we’ve just seen it, and golly, Bresson–well, words are not made for that.
I am trying to think of a celebrated and significant writer (you know, like you) who is so identified with the aims and aesthetic of a particular artist in another medium–could be a fun game. Maybe Proust with a composer I can’t think of the name of. A few years back, people in the academy started calling poems about artworks “ekphrastic” and it struck me as unnecessary and . . . phony, so I wrote a poem about a picture of my ass. Like I said, immature.
I hope you are having a wonderful year. My schedule has been up in the air (won’t go into that) a bit and I applied kind of late to be at the Récollets for May, so I’m not in but Chrystel is very kind and friendly to me and says she’s working on it. So if that works out: May. Then Netherlands for one of my dream conferences, where among other things I’m going to do a session on Dream Scenario, which I think is good. (Also, as someone brought it up, Natalie Portman is amazing in May/December, Julianne Moore, too, but Portman got a role that’s got like 4 layers to it, and really goes after Issues in Art, especially movies, especially now. Dream Scenario is also a movie about how representations step in between us and our actual lives, so . . .
Writing the poetry these days; Diane Ward is visiting DC next week, we’re reading together in Baltimore; I’m going to Associated Writing Programs in February to turn on the charm for the journals and presses.
Things have been pretty nuts since fall, so I have a lot of catching up here to do, but I will . . .
Much joy and unbounded passion to you
XO FOREVER
B
Shit I can’t edit this, can I? Should have proofread.
Happy birthday Dennis!! I hope you’ve had the best day! It was my birthday a week +a half ago I was in Lisbon and had a brilliant time…. I was kissed on both faces by a beautiful waitress… +I had a delicious white chocolate pudding!
I mentioned masks last time +Liverpool…. you asked if they were popular here…. there are a few stores that do them… as a sideline…… I have stacks…. I’m always checking for new additions…
I bought a great one part rubber part material last year in Preston…. the train i was on stopped for some reason for 15+ minutes so i just got off…. after i bought the mask I went to have a look at Sessions House…. known for a number of renowned cases…. including the one close to my heart…. I’d been once before some years back…. anyways I circled it… the court… /building with the mask in my bag…. + I wrote a poem called ‘Paternoster’ in ref….
It wasn’t easy to circle as it is attached to at least one other building… but in fiction you can do anything right? I went around the houses…. in session…
When I got back to the hotel I wore it and masterbated… it felt great… you can’t breathe properly through it… you know that game right??? Yesterday I wore a plastic mask under a material mask…. and I couldn’t see through it as I’d added 2 fake blue eyes that’s I’d drawn in… and glued on… I took a load of photos… then when I removed the attire I’d accidentally photographed the room 40 times… I was well pissed off….. i got there eventually +I posted the end results to my Facebook page… I got a couple of likes…. mom sometimes looks in… when she asks my sister what I’ve been up to… +she shows her….
I’m currently in Liverpool now actually…. it’s been cold but sunny…
Anyway Mr I’ll love you and leave you…
“Happy birthday x”
Xxxxxx
I must admit Bresson is not a favorite of mine but he did work his way into my mind: I think about his films whenever I get fidgety with random objects, which is pretty often. The Notes on Cinematography drew me in. I’ll try to track down a copy.
I hope you had a fabulous birthday. I second your plan to start aging backwards until you reach whatever you consider an ideal age, so happy 69th I guess? I think I’ve sent you this Israeli drag queen Dennis song before for your birthday. It’s the best and I guess the only Dennis song I’m aware of so here’s an encore:
https://youtu.be/Bh-Ekk4CyfM
Glad you’re getting into Vassi. I’m hooked on his writing. Looking forward to the post if you end up making one.
Russian vocabulary for д should be utilized more in the English дiction.
Oh yes I forgot our birthdays are so close!
Have a good one!!! Stress free endeavors your way?!
That reminds me! My sister is a cake decorater and for my birthday she put Jeff Magnums face on the cake which was so amazing. His actual face using edible transfer.
If possible, I will send a cake, with Robert Bresson’s face on it, into your dreams. The taste will be as sanguine and tangible as his blood! If your into that.
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So that is the movie with the unbelievably almost alien like beautiful slender actor character who I saw from a still but never got to know the name wow!! I think suicide t in literature as well as film is always most poignantly shown when the result is a prosaic disaster compared to the delirious obsessive beauty one could find in the act of it.
Ahh sorry I’m tired and incoherent.
Today/yesterday was dulled (at least plan-wise) by a storm of rain and wind so tormential it screamed in agony through the cracks of our door.
Oh guess what though tomorrow I have an appointment for my passport. It’s at the UPS store so while I’m there I’m gonna ask about very protective boxes. Etc. Where was the first out of state place you went?
I made this little ugly tortured ragdoll and it’s really delicate and sickly because I used scrap fabric but I promise its not a lazy gift that I’m just gonna throw in with the drawing though I think it gives it character. It’s cute in a ugly way. He’s been impaled with a house key and he’s got a nail for legs.
Maybe you’ll adore him.
I’m tired goodnight or good morning.
happy birthday ! hope it was fun weird https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vJ1arKiqnk this is a clip i did maybe u will smile happy day +day = happy year eventually yay”” not commented in a whilllee but i look blog and reading a book you had a while ago on here i think.. mauve desert? thinking always “dessert” heh + its pretty cool! i was listening first to a robot voice read free pdf version onlinebcuz i didnt have a copy but j started reading the paper version. did u have cake or something like it w candles??
Happy birthday Dennis!! I hope you had a wonderful day 🙂
I love Bresson day! You’re the reason I watched his films, starting with The Devil, Probably because of this wonderful essay.
I miss Paris! I had so much fun visiting back in October. Seeing you and Zac was such a highlight for me. I really love Paris!
Here’s a link to some photos I took while I was there in October : https://ibb.co/3cqr5rR
I’ve been working in the studio here in LA a lot, making some progress on a many photographs I have and some photocollages. It feels like I am at the start of something new! Trying to find my way back into the art scene in LA, as you suggested is possible 🙂
Otherwise life is good in Los Angeles. It is getting a bit colder, I’ve been hiking and exercising a lot. I stopped teaching at PCC for this semester and have been applying to more full time teaching jobs.
Playboi Carti indefinitely postponed his LA show too!! Grr… did you hear his new song “2024”?
Matt