Friday, April 21, 2006

Hope Is Dead in Robert Bresson's Mouchette

MOUCHETTE
(Robert Bresson, France, 1967, 35mm, 78 minutes)


I want to concentrate, constantly, absolutely, on one face, the face of this little girl, to see her reactions... 
And I will choose, yes, the most awkward little girl there is, and try to draw from her everything that she will not suspect I am drawing from her.
--Robert Bresson to Jean-Luc Godard

That quote makes Robert Bresson sound like a master manipulator. Maybe he was. 

At any rate, he pulls it off--or rather the little girl pulls it off--and I don't see how anyone could fail to be moved by her performance, regardless as to their feelings about the film. Fourteen years old, Mouchette (Nadine Nortier) has the countenance of someone much older. Her eyes are dark, lips full, nose long, hair unruly. She is not unattractive, but nor is she beautiful. This being a Bresson film she is, however, miserable.

She has reason. Mouchette's mother (Maria Cardinal) is dying. Her father (Paul Hebert) spends all his time drinking and bootlegging, so she takes care of Mother and the infant child. She also works at the local tavern.

At school, nobody likes her, not even the teacher. During a singing exercise--"Hope is dead" is the key line--she shoves the girl to the front of the class and holds her head down, inches from the piano keys, forcing her to hit the notes. Fine singing voice aside, there's one she can't get. Every time, she's off-key. The teacher pushes her back in line. The other girls snicker.

Mouchette takes her revenge by hiding in a ditch and flinging mud at her snickering classmates. Has she been mistreated? Without a doubt. Are her actions justified? Possibly, but why would anyone want to be friends, or even cordial acquaintances, with someone who throws mud at them?

Adapted from the 1937 novel by George Bernanos (Diary of a Country Priest, which Bresson adapted in 1961) and released a year after Au Hasard Balthazar, Mouchette follows a similar trajectory. Balthazar, a donkey, suffers years of abuse until he finally falls to the ground and expires. He's the ultimate mute protagonist. He suffers, we suffer. Death marks the end of his misery.

Mouchette is also abused, but she can fight back, making the movie as compelling as it is discomfiting. She says and does some perfectly dreadful things--just because we know why doesn't make it any easier to take.

It's the crux of Mouchette's dilemma. Hers is a horrible existence. When life hands her lemons, she makes more. As other unfortunate events befall her, Mouchette does everything within her power to make each one worse.

On the other hand, she's also a sensitive caretaker. She may not be able to fend for herself, but she takes care of her mother and younger brother. 

When the village poacher, Arsène (Jean-Claude Guilbert, Au Hasard Balthazar), has an epileptic fit, she cradles his head as he foams at the mouth. When he stops thrashing about, she wipes his face with tenderness. 

Is she rewarded for her efforts? Not quite. Once he recovers, Arsène thanks Mouchette for her kindness by raping her. The next day, her mother dies. And that's when things start to get really bad.

But let's backtrack for a second. Earlier in the film, Mouchette is driving a bumper car, flirtatiously crashing into--and being crashed into by--a handsome young man in a dark suit. She's smiling the whole time. She looks her age. And she's beautiful.

Afterwards, the boy walks away, but keeps looking back. Clearly, he wants her to follow. She does. Things are starting to look up. This being Bresson, the moment can't last. It doesn't. All of a sudden, her drunken father swoops in like a bat, smacks her across the cheek, and drags her back to the tavern. The boy is gone, the smile is gone--the beauty is gone. 

From that point forward, Mouchette has nowhere to go but down, so down it goes. It's as if Antoine Doinel stepped off the centrifuge ride in François Truffaut's The 400 Blows, walked towards the sea and, well, you know.

Mouchette goes all the way. Some have described the ending as "spiritual," others as "tragic." For me, it came as a relief. Up until that point, Nortier, a one-shot actress, made me feel every bump, bruise, slight, and slander. 

I'm not sure whether I should be grateful, resentful, or concerned, but it ranks as one of the most remarkable child performances I've ever seen.



Bresson quote from Joseph Cunneen's Robert Bresson: A Spiritual Style in Film. Mouchette plays the Northwest Film Forum April 28 - May 4, Fri-Thurs, at 7 and 9pm (no shows April 29). The NWFF is located at 1515 12th Ave between Pike and Pine on Capitol Hill. For more information, please
click here. You can also call (206) 329-2629 for general info and (206) 267-5380 for show times. Images from Sounds, Images (Nadine Nortier) and The Criterion Collection (Robert Bresson).  

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