confusions of history
by Douglas Messerli
Ilja Ehrenburg (screenplay), G. W. Pabst
(director) Die Liebe der Jeanne Ney (The Love of Jeanne Ney) / 1927
There’s something about G. W. Pabst’s The Love of Jeanne Ney that is so
inexplicable that, after watching it the other day, I wanted to break open the
Netflix return folder, which I’d sealed after watching, to see it all over
again.
I
didn’t, so my confusion and memory shall have to suffice—although I might argue
that this is a film you might want to watch several times.
That may be necessary, in part, because in this work Pabst combines so
very many genres—an issue which those who have read several of my essays must
know greatly attracts me. But Pabst, in the movie, attempts to blend a kind of
Eisenstein sensibility to what will later be described as an Hitchcockian
populist detective story, along with various sentimentalist dramatic tropes of
the day.
Jeanne (Édith Jéhanne) is a kind of ur-feminist, determined to fall in
love with the Bolshevik, possible murderer (Andreas, played by Uno Henning) of
her father André Ney (Eugen Jensen), a French diplomat and political observer.
Even further confusion sets in when Pabst and Russian writer Ilia
Ehrenburg overlay their story with a truly Hitchcock-like tale of a stolen
diamond that is swallowed by the family’s loving parrot—with shades, here, of
the future James Bond entertainments.
As
much fun as this silent-film mulligan stew of stories is, it throws up too many
barriers of logic for us to truly comprehend what is going on. Is this a love
story, as its title suggests, a kind of muted horror film, a Soviet war story,
a detective tale? We can never be certain—which is, obviously, also the film’s
allure, and perhaps suggests Jeanne’s own confusion of what decision she
ultimately needs to make.
Pabst brilliantly contributes to this mix of emotional indetermination
by offering us very few intertitles, forcing us to find the clues of his cinema
in the images themselves. Two fish wrapped in newspaper, a handkerchief
intended for murder revealing the missing diamond and the guilt of its owner,
and the simple vestiges of these not so-likeable beings all help contribute to
a vision of a world, so typical of the Weimer Republic era of Germany, which
force us to question all our values, as well as those of the film characters
and film-maker himself. Fassbinder must surely have relied on this film in
conceiving his great Berlin Alexanderplatz.
If,
at moments, we love the feisty and independent-minded Jeanne in her
determination of help and save her Bolshevik hero, we realize her naiveté, and
her inability to perceive her own relationship with history. In her heart she
remains a lover-secretary, without realizing the consequences of her political,
or at least, social effects upon the society at large.
Los Angeles, March 7, 2019
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (March 2019).
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