March 27, 2004
French Documentary Makers: Get a life!
Just exactly HOW MANY films can the French make about the American penitentiary system? I was bored tonite - my middle name is Insomniac - and checked out the French channels and lo and behold!, yet another documentary about...yes, Huntsville.
Weasel film-makers: You don't like life in America? You find American prisons scandalous? Why insisteth so much about your feelings film after film after film?! (Btw, we have our own home-grown version of you, so your services are not required.) Could it be because of who pays for most of the cost? Seems only logical, really, that you never find a positive story to tell, now doesn't it. (Emphasis mine.)
Sixty-eight percent of all funding for French documentaries comes from market revenues, including a substantial portion (61%) from the French broadcasters who commission the documentaries.
For people who don't want to be like Americans, you are obsessed with us. I suspect that all this film-making is a good way for you people to get paid vacations to the USA without having to admit it to your friends and family. No, I don't LIKE America, I'm going zerr to make a film.
It would really be something to see some American film-makers come to France to reciprocate. Here are one or two stories I saw on the news tonite that could be a good start.
NOTE: I came across a couple of interesting articles about documentaries. Here's a quote from the one about France's fall from cinematic grace.
Pathé took a fatal strategic decision to stick to making short films when everybody else was getting into full-length feature production.
...Pathé's managerial weakness, the divergence of French cinema from the stylistic mainstream, and the catastrophe of the First World War all had combined...to topple France from the industrial and creative pinnacle it had occupied in 1908.
Just think, if Pathé and co. had picked up the ball a little earlier, we might all be watching lots of French films!
Posted by Valerie at March 27, 2004 02:33 AMWhile here in NYC, Carine and I saw Claude Chabrol's La Fleur du Mal at the French Institute.
In this little noodle of a film the son, returning from three years in America (he's had enough of America), entertains his family over lunch (stewed lamprey, for some reason much was made of this detail) with his views of Americans (“obsessed with money and work”). They’re the usual French bourgeois insights dished up with a light sugar glaze of condescension.
Later over dinner Carine remarked almost all French films have an interlude, apropos of nothing in the plot, where a character or characters vent their sour views of America. I remarked one could watch a hundred American films and never hear a peep from anyone about France.
And therein lies the difference.
DGB
BTW, you can give Le Fleur du Mal a pass. This longueur has a lot less going for it than pallid anti-Americanism. Only the uncomfortable chairs at FIFA kept me from snoozing.
Posted by: Damian Bennett at March 27, 2004 11:40 AM




