by Douglas
Messerli
Albert Lamorisse
(original scenario, adapted by Denys Colomb de Daunant with commentary by
Lamorisse [in French] and James Agee [in English]), Albert Lamorisse (director)
Crin-Blanc (White Mane) / 1953
Described most
often as a children’s film, and certainly a film I would encourage any child to
see, Albert Lamorisse’s gentle fable Crin-Blanc (White Mane) is a
far deeper and darker work beyond its surface grace and beauty.
But soon after the stallion escapes, and the intensely interested boy, dressed all in white, like the stallion’s mane, watches again as the ranchers try to capture the beast.
When the ranchers near his grandfather’s
humble shack, he asks them if he has the white horse. The tease him with a
reply of “Yes,” adding “but first you have to catch him, but your fish will
grow wings before you can manage that.”
Their dismissal hardly effects the young
boy who, we observe, loves animals, and now dreams of being able to stroke and
groom the grand white horse.
The boy rides the horse for a short while
until seeing a wild hare which will provide dinner jumps off the horse in chase
of the rabbit. The moment Crin-Blanc again hears the hooves the rancher’s
horses he is off.
Once again the horse is captured by the
ranchers. In his absence he has been replaced as the lead of the pack by
another horse. The two engage in a long, terrifying dual for dominance in which
they brutally kick, bite, and stomp at one another, the white maned stallion
losing the battle before he again escapes, returning to the boy, who washes and
mends his damaged hoof and feeds him.
This time
the ranchers, from a distance can see that boy has captured the horse, but
nonetheless race toward him determined to make the horse their own. Crin-Blanc
speeds away, hiding in the marsh weeds. In order to force him out, the adults
set a fire in the brush. Seeing the smoke from far off, Folco rushes to the
distant bushes, jumping upon the horses back and leading him out of the fires
as the ranchers chase them over beaches of a nearby river.
With
Folco on his back, White Mane rides into the sea, the men yelling for the boy
and his horse to return to shore. The film ends as the narrator states that
White Mane took Folco to an island where horses and children can be friends
forever.
Certainly, children can interpret than
as a storied wonderland, but realize given the final imagines of the boy’s head
bobbing in the deep waters that the voyage will mean their literal death.
In the end I share the sentiments of
the Washington Post critic of the day, Philip Kennicot, that, as Stephen
Sondheim might have put it, “children will listen” to a much darker message
embedded in this movie: “A boy and his horse are hunted down by adult ranchers
— while a narrator makes vague promises of a better world to come. The
beautiful imagery of [the film] is deployed in support of a moral system — a
blunt promise of rewards for good behavior — not much more sophisticated than
that of Santa and the Easter Bunny. Ah, the time-honored tradition of adults
indoctrinating kids in a world-view that will lead only to bitter
disappointment, unless the kids refuse to grow up.”
Yet, there are even deeper messages in
this film that won’t be obvious to most adults, but will to the children “who
listen.” Folco is in love with a beast with whom he should not be, and in the
process he has become an outsider to the dominant and most certainly
heterosexual normative society surrounding him. The gentle love he has for an
animal might as well be for another of his own species, male or female, who is
unaccepted by normative society. This is not gay film specifically, but it
certainly is a queer one, the boy loving something he’s not permitted to, and
punished for that love, ostracized, bullied, even made subject to possible
death for his innate love.
Horses have often represented alternate
sexual possibilities for young women, usually connecting them to the lesbian
world. But so too have they been connected to young males such as in this film
and the later Equus (1977), wherein a young boy associates a beautiful
man to whom he was attracted and the horse he rode, turning all horses in his
mind into god-like beings who can see his sexual attraction to them and,
subconsciously, to the men who ride them. Here, White Mane stands for an
alternate world to the macho possibilities that the youth must face which
include the taming and controlling of all sexual passions, just as in Equus
or in an even later film, Carroll Ballard’s Black Stallion (1979). Crin-Blanc
represents a kind of uncontrollable passion, a love that is not part of the
heteronormative world in which the boy exists. Obviously, I am an adult pruriently
reading into an children’s fable.
A child doesn’t to be told or even
possibly comprehend this, he feels it through his body, his heart, his inner
essence. No need to analyze this young man’s love of the white-maned horse and
the free male world he represents. But children understand when one desperately
needs something they’re told that they cannot possibly ever have. Love expresses itself in many guises. Just ask Zeus
and all the other Greek gods. Even a balloon can serve as an object of outsider
love—although I won’t go there, at least in this essay. Let us just say that Lamorisse’s
children’s fables mean something to adults because of the magic relationship to
the world that as a child is so intense to be almost sexual that they have
lost. Even Martin, the psychologist of Equus knew that if he explained it
to the boy, it would be tragically gone from his life forever.
This film won the Palme d’Or for a
short film, and Lamorisse’s short of three years later, The Red Balloon (1956)
was awarded the Palme d'Or du court métrage as well as the prize for Best
Screenwriting from Academy Awards in 1957. The director when on to make 3
feature films and 3 documentaries. Working on a fourth documentary in Iran, Le
Vent des amoureux (The Lovers' Wind) he died in a helicopter crash
in 1978 at the age of 48.
Los Angeles, July
27, 2022
Reprinted from World
Cinema Review (July 2022).
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