Jean Eustache’s unwieldy first characteristic “The Mother and the Whore” — a transfixing 215-minute talkathon, in addition to a trigger célèbre since its world premiere on the 1973 Cannes Film Festival — feels much less like a masterpiece than a rogue asteroid careening towards your specific residence planet.
Shown finally yr’s New York Film Festival, the 4K digital restoration is screening at Lincoln Center June 23-July 13 as a part of a full Eustache retrospective.
Eustache, a onetime critic for Cahiers du Cinéma, thought-about “The Mother and the Whore” autobiographical. Set within the aftermath of France’s May 1968 civil unrest, it issues a ménage-à-trois. Alexandre, a voluble slacker performed by the embodiment of Parisian youth, Jean-Pierre Léaud, is being saved by the marginally older Marie (Bernadette Lafont, herself a New Wave signifier) whereas he pursues a younger, sexually liberated nurse, Veronika (Eustache’s former lover Françoise Lebrun).
Alexandre is a creature of impulse and a monster of insistence. Adopting and discarding attitudes, he’s given to absurd, self-hypnotizing rants that fascinate Veronika, attraction Marie, and appall the viewer as when he holds forth on the satisfaction of washing dishes whereas watching Marie carry out the chore.
A dandy who reads Proust and listens to Édith Piaf, Alexandre is obsessive about the previous, primarily the aborted revolution of 1968. He can also be delusional. “What novel do you think you’re in?” exclaims a former girlfriend whom he has ambushed to make a manic proposal of marriage.
Marie, sufficiently grounded to personal a boutique (though she and Alexandre stay like college students with a mattress on the ground), is indulgent and emotional. Veronika, self-contained and frank about her lively intercourse life, is maybe as loopy as Alexandre. Certainly, as her last soliloquy reveals, she is essentially the most determined of the three. A neophyte actor caught between two icons, Lebrun delivers a unprecedented efficiency.
“The Mother and the Whore” is basically conversations, in cafes, parked vehicles and mattress. It is crammed with film references however, as steered by Alexandre’s ex, feels as dense and psychologically resonant as a novel — perhaps one by Dostoyevsky. Viewing despair by means of the prism of intercourse, the film has issues in frequent with “Last Tango in Paris,” together with Léaud. It is, nonetheless, a extra anguished and compassionate movie. In not fairly the final phrase, a petulant Marie places on a scratched LP to serenade us with the jaunty bitterness of Piaf’s self-reflexive “Les Amants de Paris.”
In 1974, “The Mother and the Whore” was brutally reviewed by the New York Times critic Nora Sayre, who lambasted the movie as a reversion to “the movie-sludge of the nineteen-fifties.” There’s nothing significantly ’50s right here besides the black-and-white cinematography, however Sayre’s grievance is telling: “The discoveries of the last decade have been erased. Or else the sixties never happened.” Exactly. The film is a eulogy.
Eustache made a number of extra private options earlier than killing himself in 1981. The French critic Serge Daney referred to as him “an ethnologist of his own reality,” including that Eustache gave a face to the “lost children” of May ’68: “Without him, nothing would have remained of them.”
The Mother and the Whore
Through July 13 at Film at Lincoln Center, Manhattan; filmlinc.org.
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