Bertrand Tavernier: Coup de Torchon (1981)
Mood:
suave
Now Playing: Clean Slate (inspired by Pop. 1280, Jim Thompson)
Topic: Scenografia
Feels very good, watching it. Feels very good seeing the dead in the river floating by (dysentery). At that distance. To know they will never get close enough to infect the camera. To know there is someone smarter than that out there behind a camera, letting them float by, letting you feel the discipline of passivity.
This makes a movie like Taxi Driver seem very easy. Because the music in this movie comes in to provide the leisure , a sort of cane or walker for the policeman as he gets around. Makes him feel choreographed, doing the rounds, despite the steadicam's constant unwinding / deconstruction of the little town (Boukassa).
this is probably its greatest affinity with a novel like The Third Policemen, the photography never latches / catches / snags. It produces no object even its lingering slips over everything. Nothing to hold onto. Production values, not many props.
I like one moment when a casket is being carried on the street and a man passing by, carrying a table on his head, lifts his hat, which sets on the upside of the table. He lifts it and sets it back down. This is the image of the film's attitude towards drama. It can go through those motions because it is so disconnected from accessible images. French Africa is drab x drab. Bleached, yes, but we know that filters and various exposures can soak a place. This place is so stark, its dimensions so suspect...the trees O'Brien uses in 3rdPoliceman. Simply circumscribing an area, taping off the world.
The trailer did not know how to advertise this film. It's understandable. Doesn't fit easily into noir. The direct asserts that it's noir. If this is noir, then The Third Policemen is noir. The trailer had to amplify the deaths, the shootings. It plays these like an early music video.
I don't think noir can be this religious. I think noir has to be irreligious. I don't know if style
can be proved as ligature. Anyways, the evenness of the main character, the chief po of Boukassa, the absence of any transformation other than the reactions of those around him (to what he performs, apparently unsurprised at the turn he has taken).
Flann O'Brien might have directed this movie, if a Frenchman hadn't. Its visual feeling registers very close to Altman's The Long Goodbye.