<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:51:19.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>French New Wave  (Fall 2008)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751.post-3860197146567984019</id><published>2008-11-25T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:46:44.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierrot La Fou</title><content type='html'>For this entry I will list my notes in an attempt to purge some sort of opinion other than my lackluster thoughts comprised of such gems as "it was entertaining" and "golly, those intellectual references just went right over my little head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.red filter at dinner party&lt;br /&gt;2. then vibrant green then blue&lt;br /&gt;3.machine gun &amp;amp; art in the apartment (Chekhov's rule)&lt;br /&gt;4.Math on the wall under Renoir while she sing's in her robe&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't care for the singing- at any point- and found it unnecessary)&lt;br /&gt;5. 'La Bande des pieds nickles' or "The Nickle-Footed Gang"= childrens book with somewhat morbid illustration (which I appreciate)&lt;br /&gt;6. good series of  shots-twirling the car on the hydrolic lift&lt;br /&gt;(when they steal the vechicle from the gas station)&lt;br /&gt;7. flashes of neon signs like in Alphaville&lt;br /&gt;8. the camera panning upward over the hozion to the sky like someone looking continuously upward to the extent that they begin to hurt their neck  (from the starting point of the couple  in an embracing on the ground in some remote area)&lt;br /&gt;9."Poetry is a game of losers take all"&lt;br /&gt;10. his novel idea presented in a geriatric voice- concerning writing about the what happens in life but not specifically about people- like Joyce&lt;br /&gt;11.dynamite around our blue-faced anti-hero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473227602204031751-3860197146567984019?l=ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/3860197146567984019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473227602204031751&amp;postID=3860197146567984019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/3860197146567984019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/3860197146567984019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/2008/11/pierrot-la-fou.html' title='Pierrot La Fou'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751.post-7697958834738372430</id><published>2008-11-17T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:54:53.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Adele H.</title><content type='html'>Historical fiction, a period piece, emblematic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;francophilia&lt;/span&gt; set in Canada and Barbados?   I have to say this was an unexpected film from Truffaut (from my limited understanding of the his work.)   Though I suppose it spoke of  one direction a French New Wave director traveled after their 60's stylistic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tendencies&lt;/span&gt; . It was an interesting story in many ways, in others it seemed to be overdone.  We understood the desperation and hopeless resolve of Adele to marry her guy- but it came to a point of over-kill that I assume was intentional but caused me as a viewer to react uncomfortably (what the hell does that say about me.) Pitiful desperate and determined Adele.   The common thread between her undeterable love pursuit and her fathers alleged genius was without a doubt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;determination&lt;/span&gt; to see things through to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;completion&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;       My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; shot in the film &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; at the boarding house: it presented  Adele with her hair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unkept&lt;/span&gt; sitting at a table with a green oil lamp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; her right shoulder serving as the compositional counterweight, the wonderful expression of grief on her face as she hovers her hands above the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;table's&lt;/span&gt; surface as though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rigor mortis&lt;/span&gt; had set in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;coinciding&lt;/span&gt; with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;status&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; a rejected lover.  It would make a beautiful still photograph if reproduced like the Appalachian cabin interior -who was it Elliot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Erwitt&lt;/span&gt;? I forget...anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473227602204031751-7697958834738372430?l=ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/7697958834738372430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473227602204031751&amp;postID=7697958834738372430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/7697958834738372430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/7697958834738372430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-of-adele-h.html' title='The Story of Adele H.'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751.post-3062744201555817288</id><published>2008-11-17T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:22:05.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day for Night-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the film within the film, the play within the play, the book within the book, arguing about argumentation ; the device that blurs the line between audience participation and potential engulfment. Didn't Dali do something with mirrors to paint the image several times removed from its' natural place in space and light? (maybe the idea of layering of illusion- though this is a fuzzy reference - but somehow related)&lt;br /&gt;Aside from this blather, "Day for Night" was an interesting glimpse or rather a scripted contrivance of what it is to work on a film. Since I have no personal point of reference I cannot judge the accuracy of the portrayed. Speculation is my only tool to dissect the innards of this film, I have not the scalpel of experience.&lt;br /&gt;My submission for a summary of the work is as follows: Truffaut was attempting to eradicate the mystique of film-making &amp;amp; by doing so creating a dialogue concerning the unromantic process and the sometimes seemingly magical outcome of the medium.&lt;br /&gt;This in itself says several thing. First, film-making is difficult, repetitive, and frustrating- implying that one should consider the arduous and frustrating aspect of the medium when viewing a piece of cinema. Next, this inference serves as a warning to aspiring filmmakers or even as a scolding of actors in general (almost to say -do you see what you fuckers make me deal with?) Also, to literally draw on my summary, it separates the outcome of the labor and the difficult action of compiling dialogue, action, scenery, type, music, motifs, and storytelling into a cohesive bundle. He speaks of editing and technical processes though his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intermittent&lt;/span&gt; shots of film &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;equipment&lt;/span&gt;- though the focus is still the actors. Poor Truffaut, his job is hard, boo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, I noticed several aspects of this film that have been stolen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;specifically&lt;/span&gt; by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;contemporary&lt;/span&gt; director Wes Anderson........&lt;br /&gt;1. the male lead on a go-carts (Rushmore), a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;promiscuous&lt;/span&gt; script girl and film within a film (A Life Aquatic) I thought I had others, I'll watch it again- I distinctly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; seeing many other parallels the are evident of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Truffaut's&lt;/span&gt; direct influence on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anderson's&lt;/span&gt; movies......)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473227602204031751-3062744201555817288?l=ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/3062744201555817288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473227602204031751&amp;postID=3062744201555817288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/3062744201555817288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/3062744201555817288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-for-night.html' title='Day for Night-'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751.post-965732207863396473</id><published>2008-11-10T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:09:40.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphaville..........................Goddard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Go fuck yourself with your logic"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Lemmy Caution, Alphaville&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a silly obstreperous film. A cliche chain-smoking trench coat clad spy whose every action embodies his penchant for "gold &amp;amp; women", sparks the orchestra's horn section to accent the almost 2-d tension of the comical grappling, and generally kills the prospect of every again making a thinly plotted Noir meets future technocracy meets a present now past espionage flick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, Lets talk about the end specifically. Goddard's playful presentation of the "fin" caption directly after she learns to speak the words "I love you" becomes a direct mockery of what would be the emotional anti-climactic ending. Almost to say it's over and was meaningless entertainment, where the damsel is rescued like just like any other movie. Eluding to the sum point of the film , a question concerning the eradication of human emotion within a technologically advanced society. Perhaps this is a legitimate question, though it seems as if Goddard took a less than serious approach to his own topic. If he perhaps had presence of Roland Barthes on the set maybe his tone would have taken on layers that had intellectual depth, instead we have this rushed, snide, thinly concealed excuse to make a Noir flick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473227602204031751-965732207863396473?l=ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/965732207863396473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473227602204031751&amp;postID=965732207863396473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/965732207863396473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/965732207863396473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/2008/11/alphavillegoddard.html' title='Alphaville..........................Goddard'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751.post-5526065009014601313</id><published>2008-11-07T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:36:21.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jules &amp; Jim</title><content type='html'>"The sum of which two married people owe to one another defies calculation. It is an infinite debt which can only be discharged through all eternity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Goethe, Elective Affinities, I, 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reference to Goethe within the film seem to be used as the key to decipher the query concerning the nature of love and fidelity. Though I have no way of knowing if this particular strain of thought was the point of introducing Catherine's interest in Goethe's work...........it seems to fit the mold as a self-prescribed attempt at reinforcing an attitude she could not convince herself of. As if Truffaut was telling us that on some level she wished to isolate her heart from the field beyond the father of her child, but could not (and perhaps suffered guilt which may have contributed to her suicide.) All because of her previous interest &amp;amp; later affair with Jim (but beyond that- she had lovers otherwise.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, this speculation is partial at best. Perhaps her character took Goethe's concept literally-interpreting her marriage as something conflicted yet eternal- and beyond the formalities and judgment of society. Jules was the only one alive at the end so it is with him that ramifications of her actions resonate. But somehow as a viewer it is more important to understand how she act in such a way. To die with your love. Lovers are one thing but suicide/murder whatever you wish to call it, is another. It was an infuriatingly poetic and selfish act. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A visual parallel to my convoluted interpretation was the lunch scene when we see the statue purposefully from different angles, as to say she is an object which cannot ever be fully understood from one point of view (is this equivocation of the woman to statue misogynist- yes, but from what I understand this was the prevailing attitude at the time, leading my thoughts to a greater question of this genre of film in its entirety..........Why do I feel like the more I watch films in this course the more I am exposed to the personal explorations of these filmmakers misconceived notions concerning women framed in unlikely hypothetical scenarios.......Maybe because my assumptions concerning gender relations have been formulated by feminist prominence in culture and a basic cynical premise which dictates that the nature of love is inherently emotional and therefore functions in a realm of detracted rational ability.)&lt;/div&gt;To summarize, in Jules and Jim we see yet another love triangle............interspersed with the tension of varying nationalism during WWII, the nature of friendship, interchangeable monogamy, and general indecision of the characters............So Truffaut presents this ultimately maniacal flake of a women who is object of the men's affection, despite or because of her fickle selfish heart- she pulls their strings and calls the shots. In the end we see insanity in the name of love. Though I can say from my perspective it was never presented in such a way as to make us empathize with her plight (just attempt to understand it.) We only view the scenario and acknowledge the possibility of the circumstance and perhaps draw comparisons to our personal experiences. It was a portrait of the inexplicable actions of emotionally driven people.........literally driving to their own demise. Beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473227602204031751-5526065009014601313?l=ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/5526065009014601313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473227602204031751&amp;postID=5526065009014601313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/5526065009014601313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/5526065009014601313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/2008/11/jules-jim-truffaut.html' title='Jules &amp; Jim'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751.post-1602063827328186865</id><published>2008-10-15T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:22:07.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Shoot the Piano Player"; an  Uncertain Reading</title><content type='html'>This film (as we thoroughly discussed) has an intentionally ambiguous stylistic cohesiveness. One may speculate concerning the intentions of the director and take the film as it is presented. One may conclude that the film seems to be struggling with its identity. This would be a simple reading of the film (I am tempted to propose but will not.) Do I have the credentials to accuse any director as completely disregarding a singularity of tone out of naivety or an "oblique" grasp of the medium. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read on its own the work can either be taken as uncertain, or purposefully uncertain. Though as I learned nearly a decade ago; one should read a piece- as though all things observable to the audience are indeed intentional &amp;amp; should be criticized as though they were placed, carved, welded, painted, or captured there for the viewer to consider in their evaluation/reaction. This serves as a major premise to the conclusion that the inconsistent stylistic atmosphere of the film is in itself the style. A haberdashery of the tone becomes the unifying quality. To use a trite simile, like a quilt made of fabrics completely unrelated in origin and nature; the film works as a whole despite its disparate sources, akin to the Braque's experiments with "collage" combining material to produce a new beast entirely (or as someone mentioned- W.S. Burroughs "cut-ups" as in "The Ticket that Exploded" etc.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should it be analyzed within the context of the filmmaker career and based on their explanations outside the realm of a particular work? Directly, my question is- how should a work be read; standing on its own two, or factoring in the rationalizations of an artist in posterity, with the aide of their catalogue?&lt;br /&gt;Both, why the fuck not? A personal guttural reaction is the product of an engaged viewer, and reference and comparison beyond that can confirm or deny their deductions, qualm or propel their arguments &amp;amp; assumptions. This is all simple enough yet extremely pertinent to a sound discourse with any art. (In my humble uncredentialed opinion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude I'll use a few words of Truffaut quoting Goddard concerning "Shoot the Piano Player" from an interview by Charles Thomas Samuels in 1970 (&lt;a href="http://www.industrycentral.net/director_interviews/FT01.HTM"&gt;http://www.industrycentral.net/director_interviews/FT01.HTM&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When Godard saw Shoot the Piano Player, he said this is the first film laid in a country of imagination. I don't think one should say at the beginning of a film, "This takes place in a purely imaginary world," because then the audience will certainly feel let down since they will expect too much. But the audience should be made to feel gradually, while watching the film, that they are in no certain place. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(an intentional uncertainty: confirmed)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand-out shots......&lt;br /&gt;1. the blurred high-hat cymbal (as we first see the Dance Hall)&lt;br /&gt;2. Lena's compact mirror with the gangsters in frame&lt;br /&gt;3. trio ellipses of boss&lt;br /&gt;4. Moms keeling over&lt;br /&gt;5. Long shot of Theresa's suicide in flashback&lt;br /&gt;6. Dashboard shots of driving in the snow&lt;br /&gt;7. Breasts in "movie-style"&lt;br /&gt;8. Swashbuckling w/phone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473227602204031751-1602063827328186865?l=ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/1602063827328186865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473227602204031751&amp;postID=1602063827328186865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/1602063827328186865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/1602063827328186865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-film-as-we-thoroughly-discussed.html' title='&quot;Shoot the Piano Player&quot;; an  Uncertain Reading'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751.post-7546834587659273816</id><published>2008-10-12T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:41:15.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Night at Mauds- Religion, Pascal, and Borges</title><content type='html'>"God matters less to Pascal than the refutation of those who deny him"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                         -Borges, &lt;em&gt;Pascal&lt;/em&gt;, Other Inquisitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;             The concept illustrated by Borges applies aptly to our main character in Rhomer's 1969 film. I say this based on the evidence presented, and his decision making process concerning love/companionship. He rejected the female doctor not only out of indecision and timidity but (to speculate as usual concerning the motivations of a fictitious persons) on principle, due of her opposing point-of-view concerning "the man in the sky." By snubbing her advance he seems to be ineffectively punishing her for her theological stance.  Like Borges said the convictions of those who have subscribed to the nonsense use their own belief as an irrefutable metaphysical trump card in their interaction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;           My sympathies rest with her ultimately. Not only as the recipient of the former husbands infidelity and the rejection by Mr. Pascalian's pious rationalities; but by the sick humor demonstrated though the "good catholic's" status as the former mistress despite her conviction (inevitably becoming wifey.) Though all of this, more importantly, appears to point toward a theme concerning the nature of human stuggle with good old fashioned everyday sexuality and morality (within and without a guiding belief in the "divine." ) This idea takes on legs- how does one balance their past "sins" with a present that may or may not be superior morally? and so on...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473227602204031751-7546834587659273816?l=ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/7546834587659273816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473227602204031751&amp;postID=7546834587659273816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/7546834587659273816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/7546834587659273816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-night-at-mauds-religion-pascal-and.html' title='My Night at Mauds- Religion, Pascal, and Borges'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751.post-1192923619673799367</id><published>2008-10-11T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:36:46.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Bonheur, Varda, Yeats</title><content type='html'>Does the imagination dwell the most&lt;br /&gt;upon a woman won or a woman lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.B. Yeats, The Tower, II, st.13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this snippet of prosaic verse(twisting words again)applies to the ending of Varda's &lt;em&gt;Happiness&lt;/em&gt;, which one? I can't answer this, and I suppose the intention of the director was also to scrape at the unresolved questions involved in the scenario presented. Should we feel happy for the circumstantial mistress?, blame the rationalizing husband?, feel sympathy or anger at the wife for first accepting her husbands jogging outside the sexual boundaries of marriage (then presumably committing suicide)? Can people love more than one person at a time? And is it ever acceptable? Love triangles seem to be an inexhaustible topic in story-telling (the fourth film ,I believe so far in this class.) and the questions continue.&lt;br /&gt;Should happiness be the goal, even if our own causes others misery? Is concrete honesty always necessary? Was this character that naive to believe his wife would accept his mistress? Does the fact that i assume she wouldn't, typify my cultural understand of the norms and mores differing in 60's France and 21st century middle-class America.....? Was Varda conscious of the fact that she was proposing on a certain level that women are inherently possessive in love? Men are not naturally monogamist? The structure of the family has no room for outside sexual partners? That this young single girl does not respect the sanctity of marriage? Moralistic, Rationalistic?  Who the hell was more important Mr. Yeats?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473227602204031751-1192923619673799367?l=ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/1192923619673799367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473227602204031751&amp;postID=1192923619673799367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/1192923619673799367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/1192923619673799367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/2008/10/le-bonheur-varda-yeats.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Le Bonheur&lt;/em&gt;, Varda, Yeats'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751.post-4923073465442294211</id><published>2008-10-11T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:34:09.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chabrol's A Girl Cut in Two</title><content type='html'>To jump right in …….Chabrol once again used a gun as prop of foreshadowing (midway through the film) mocking the potential of murder and vengeance, once more (as in Les Cousin) arming an unstable character named Paul with a pistol (although the motif wan’t nearly as overused.) This film was shot very glibly and straight foward - and once again (I have only viewed The Cousins and this one by Chabrol -so I am stating connections b/t the two- made roughly 50 year apart....[for my own edification] to see how one's art can change over decades and decades of personal evolution, sorry....... back to it) a spoiled aristocrat [Charles (fascist student)/Paul[crazy heir]) , a dultish and selfish lead [Paul(shooting cousin/Charles[lecherous author] and conflicted but much less indifferent female lead [Florence (pre-feminist female portrayal) and Gabrielle (post-feminist female portrayal.) &lt;br /&gt;Also in this film (Girl)there appears to be a lack of available empathy with male characters as well as an indecisive female lead. And a love triangle between the three……(All common ground between the two films.) &lt;br /&gt;Specific commentary on Woody Allen stood out for me when contained as a reference in her show "Icing on the Cake."  The guest proclaimed "Woody Allen is not a genius" in an almost confentational Goddard style (the directors voice inserted) and spoken smugly, upfront, and aside (but not necessarily subtracting from the plot and symptomatic of what I have recently learned the &lt;em&gt;new wave's&lt;/em&gt; propensity to make commentary and accusations about the art of film and their filmaking peers by heavily pushing the "auteric" pen.) And this reference was fitting because within the first ten minutes it reminded me of Allen’s &lt;em&gt;Matchpoint&lt;/em&gt; for its accessible but distant portrayal of murder and affairs in an upper-crust atmosphere............&lt;br /&gt;     I thought the end scene was trite, and perhaps unnecessary in unifying the picture. It was arrhythmic and I don't know how not to frown at a literal visual puns manifesting the title........(oh, I enjoyed the reference to quotation as a disease)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473227602204031751-4923073465442294211?l=ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/4923073465442294211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473227602204031751&amp;postID=4923073465442294211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/4923073465442294211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/4923073465442294211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/2008/10/chabrols-girl-cut-in-two.html' title='Chabrol&apos;s &lt;em&gt;A Girl Cut in Two&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751.post-2916105088449996197</id><published>2008-10-11T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:20:14.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tone, Vanitas, and Last Year @ Marionbad</title><content type='html'>This will be a quick one, because if I understand anything- I realize that layers of symbolism and intentionally confusing/complex ideas, objects, art, poetry, people, even food?) are to be taken at face value and are unclear for a reason.....they are unresolved (whether that motivation is personal uncertainty and contradiction or in the case of film: when a director ventures toward abstract formulations (obtuse and repetitive) they mean very simply, to invoke a tone. &lt;br /&gt;By adhering to that tone they make their point........In the case of Alain Resnais' &lt;em&gt;Last Year at Marionbad&lt;/em&gt;, it is an exploration of still shots using the thin guise of questioning relationships and emotional confusion for the slow-moving vehicle to justify that conquest. The characters affair is questioned, their recollection uncertain, they only understand their surroundings at the present (and poetically remind us with a description over and over ad nauseum - like we are little birds and each time we nearly flap our wings of spectating out of the nesting cradle toward a hint at plot resolution we are grounded by the monotonous reiteration of the ionic arches and vaulted ceiling and various other architectural elements.)&lt;br /&gt;The use of "vainitas"-like still-shots is necessary in my half-ignorant reading of the film. We view a plethora of various table-tops and mantles, cluttered with object which (mid-way through the film?) appeared to define the female lead- through in fact they seemed more like an excuse to shoot (like an oil painter's still-life is an exploration of the material-illusion of light/shadow, conveyance of form etc. it seems we have a cinematic parallel in this film.) To summarize- confused tone-oriented questions of human interaction are at work here but the emphasis is the visual (embodied in this low-energy package.....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473227602204031751-2916105088449996197?l=ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/2916105088449996197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473227602204031751&amp;postID=2916105088449996197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/2916105088449996197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/2916105088449996197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/2008/10/tone-vanitas-and-last-year-marionbad.html' title='Tone, Vanitas, and &lt;em&gt;Last Year @ Marionbad&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751.post-5871034077655708751</id><published>2008-10-01T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:06:52.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleo 5 to 7 (related thoughts)</title><content type='html'>In order to tell whether a picture is true or false we must compare it with reality.&lt;br /&gt;      -Wittgenstein, 2.223, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the above quote is in fact true, then I shall speculate Agnes Varda had an instinctive sense of this concept, and applied it through her meshing of fiction and documentary footage (as seen in Cleo 5 to 7.)  Within the microcosm of her picture (I realize I am bastardizing Wittgenstein’s idea by extending it to film when his premise was that of the thought-image but perhaps as a truism it may be  appropriately applied to the mediums of film and photography etc.)  one may observe the mixed glares of ambivalent pedestrians combined with staged scenes, resultant in a consistent dialogue between everyday realities, what individual interpretation those everyday situations have, and the formulated expression of the human condition. (I am just now realizing as I type that the documentary footage is also vulnerable to the question under the headlining supposition furthering the semantic conundrum.)&lt;br /&gt;  This approach leads to the ultimate question of subjectivity and objectivity (obviously one of the themes discussed with the work .)   “Cleo” seemed to be engulfed in her vanity and mortality but the filmmaker never lets us whole-heartedly empathize with her by introducing the internal thoughts of minor characters (Faulkner) in order to comment on the ubiquity of self-concern and the delusion that the solipsistic Cleo experienced.   Perhaps this was the aim of the director, to shed light on the selfish nature of existence, vicissitudes between our own agenda and that which is external (or merely the aggregate of others own interest-I’ve confused myself now.)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  &lt;br /&gt;                One stand-out moment of cinematography was the rehearsal scene.   The lighthearted number caused the actors heads to sway and the camera moved accordingly…….This seemed to contribute a happy moment in the film’s exploration of the spectrum of  emotions (and along with the “silent picture” and a comically loud trolley fare sound effect)expressing a playfulness to affectively balance the death, and war motifs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473227602204031751-5871034077655708751?l=ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/5871034077655708751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473227602204031751&amp;postID=5871034077655708751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/5871034077655708751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/5871034077655708751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/2008/10/cleo-5-to-7-related-thoughts.html' title='Cleo 5 to 7 (related thoughts)'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751.post-8935776305092847062</id><published>2008-09-10T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:15:53.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The 400 Blows" : Circumstance and Defacement.....</title><content type='html'>I maintain my garbled class contribution that “The 400 Blows” can be loosely defined by saying that Truffaut’s presented his own alter ego in such a way as to justify and create empathy for a child personifying himself.  That kid being a product of their environmental circumstances and innocent of malice desipte their actions. By this, explaining his detachment from mainstream cinema and, perhaps proper society. I am guessing he became the adult eternally rooted in these childhood experiences.  I am also speculating that this was his way of explaining why he chose to create in a method that was not previously established and perhaps would offend the norms and sensibilities of the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the seemingly self-referential quote "I deface the classroom walls" served as a subtitle to this theme: a manifesto of sorts , the "Auteur" reflecting on his own rejection of convention and with it the standard approach to education.  Furthermore (from my limited understanding) a rejection of the standard methods of filmmaking (intrinsic to the fact that he was a dominant figure in a cinematic movement that was a school unto itself; i.e. rebellion and the tradition of the Parisian history- the commune less than a hundred years before, the student rebellion approximately ten years later, or even the rejection of the monarchy........not to say that rebellion is unique to the French tradition but to say that it is has viable presence in their history and perhaps can be said to define a portion of the population of which, arguably, Truffaut belonged to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reinforce the statement that “the defacement“ scene was one of the highlights of the artist's intention, within the work. This concept embodied in the context and method by which presented. The scene of the child looking in the mirror ensures any dialogue existent during this shot to stand as a personal ethic for the character (or perhaps merely a memory that stands out) and usurps literal vanity (illustrating the psychological importance of the words spoken to the plight of the individual.) Secondly, the “deface” mantra seemed to be spoken by an adult, (perhaps Truffaut himself) and was the only element of narration, overdubbed and spoken outside of character interaction in the movie. For me, it clearly stands out as unifying concept of the film due to these elements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473227602204031751-8935776305092847062?l=ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/8935776305092847062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473227602204031751&amp;postID=8935776305092847062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/8935776305092847062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/8935776305092847062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/2008/09/400-blows-circumstance-and-defacement.html' title='&quot;The 400 Blows&quot; : Circumstance and Defacement.....'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473227602204031751.post-653922235801532532</id><published>2008-09-05T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:07:40.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chabrol's allusion to Dostoevsky</title><content type='html'>For my initial writing to fulfill the class criteria- I have chosen to briefly address Chabrol's allusion to Dostoevsky.&lt;br /&gt;As we know the scene within 'Les Cousins' when Charles initially encounters the bookstore keeper conveys the director’s influences (masked in the dialogue.) Aside from Balzac (and the plight of the ordinary Frenchman etc.)  the storekeeper advises his patrons to read Dostoevsky, to paraphrase “it has everything you need.” &lt;br /&gt; This snippet of dialogue conveys a great deal concerning the filmmakers intentions and objective approach to character. Depicting individuals as their own unsentimental archetype, wrapped in circumstance, is akin to Dostoevsky’s treatment of his Raskolnikov. Paul wants love and success but takes a 1 in 6 chance to murder out of his own frustration and takes that very bullet at the hand of his neo-fascist cousin (the object of his blame.) Whereas Raskolnikov (also a struggling student) does willfully murder out of economic desperation but meets his own demise though paranoid guilt and has to reconsider his Napoleon-will to power (Nietzsche) social philosophies through hard labor…..&lt;br /&gt;         The major common element being the protagonists both become their own antagonists (The external forces in the universe of the characters make the world difficult but due to their own rationalizing hubris or emotional impulsiveness they compound the set of negative circumstance and drive their own fate into a worse situation -revealing their own stupidity and meeting a demise, inadvertently crafted by their own hands.) &lt;br /&gt;………………………………………………………………………….&lt;br /&gt;         Also Russian roulette as a motif can be an interesting cinematic device.&lt;br /&gt;It was an extremely effective method of conveying tension, chance, and fate like in the "The Deer Hunter” but in  a film such as"Tzemeti 13” is was overused and lost its potency....Here it worked (In my sophmoric opinion.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473227602204031751-653922235801532532?l=ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/feeds/653922235801532532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473227602204031751&amp;postID=653922235801532532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/653922235801532532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473227602204031751/posts/default/653922235801532532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccharest3-fnw.blogspot.com/2008/09/chabrols-allusion-to-dostoevsky.html' title='Chabrol&apos;s allusion to Dostoevsky'/><author><name>ccharest3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17441852572084001482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
