After their first successful collaboration on the Faust
La Beauté du diable
director René Clair and actor Gérard Philipe joined forces for another
wild excursion into whimsical fantasy, one that sees Philipe happily
propelled through history and cardboard Freudian dreamscapes,
into the arms of such beauties as Martine Carol and Gina Lollobrigida. It
looks as if Clair has finally lost his grip on reality (a mindboggling scene with a dinosaur confirms as much),
but then wasn't he the director responsible for such weird flights of fancy
as Paris qui dort
The special effects may not be up to the standard of, say, Clair's earlier I
married a witch
, but the film is so deliciously off-the-wall and frantically paced
that such defects are barely noticed. Clair attempts to use the musical form for
part of the film, but somewhat half-heartedly, and this is perhaps the film's main disappointment.
As a full-blooded musical, Les Belles de nuit
may have been a much greater film,
possibly allowing Clair to regain the esteem he enjoyed in earlier decades.
Also, it would have been better if the dream scenes had been filmed in colour, to emphasise
the difference between Claude's drab physical life and his much more vibrant dream life
- although budgetary constraints would probably have ruled out this as a realistic possibility.
As a camp, fantastic romp where anything - literally anything - is possible, the film
may not be Clair's most sophisticated film, but it is still immensely enjoyable - thanks
mainly to Gérard Philipe's tirelessly spirited performance and some very funny
set-pieces (notably the concerto à la street noise
scene and the "near-vasectomy"
farce sequence involving a frighteningly large pair of scissors). Mad,
totally mad, but, like most of Clair's films, strangely satisfying.
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