eating the screen
by Douglas Messerli
Jacques Richard (director) Henri Langlois: The Phantom of the
Cinémathèque / 2005
Langlois clearly was a kind of charmer, finding finances for his cinémathèque from the most unlikely of sources. And
through his regular film screenings, sometimes presenting as many as three
showings each night, he might be described as a remarkable educator of an
entire generation of film-lovers.
Yet director Jacques Richard’s documentary also reveals him to be a kind
of cultural glutton without the real abilities: the desire or talents to create
the cinema he so loved. And French governmental authorities, when finally
determined to help fund the organization he had created, found him to be a
terrible businessman without proper records and budgetary skills.
Richard presents this information and much else through the incredible
gathering of at least 80 talking heads from Georges Melies’ granddaughter to
Pierre Cardin and Alfred Hitchcock. So many voices shot usually head-on does
not itself make for great cinematic viewing. Fortunately, Richard intersperses
these discussants with brief clips from many of the greatest films Langlois
collected along with numerous still and video images of the archivist himself.
As
the reviewer from Variety, Todd
McCarthy summarizes:
“In other words, Richard has filled his 3½
hours with enormously diverse material that meshes to create a picture of the
man that is satisfying on both the intellectual and human planes. For anyone
with a pre-existing interest the subject, absorption in the film is so total
that the time passes in a flash; for younger viewers who find their way to it,
pic represents the ultimate illustration of what
devotion to the cinema means, and incidentally
underlines the individual obsession that initiated the now-widespread effort to
preserve the history of the cinema.”
Despite the informative value of Richard’s film, however, I felt that,
in the end, I would rather have attended the cinémathèque itself rather watch
this documentary about it, and it might have been far more interesting, I
suspect, instead of simply reporting what
Langlois achieved—as significant as that was—why he chose to collect film, particularly films of the past; what
led this man to become a sort of state librarian to cinema art? Moreover, since
he espoused the idea that all films of equal interest, since they revealed the
life of the times, why did he let a film starring Theda Bara escape his hands?
What criteria did Langlois have for inclusion? And how did he convince so many
people not so very committed to film of the past to finance his purchases.
Finally, I might ask one of the most important of questions that never truly gets discussed. Did the collector actually comprehend the thousands of films and could he write coherently about them? As a film reviewer, I feel this is one of the most important of questions. It’s clear that Langlois loved the genre and had a fairly discerning sense of what might be significant. Yet Richard gives us little idea about how the collector/archivist saw in the thousands of films he gathered.
Chabrol does not discuss any conversations he had with Langlois, for
instance, but only wonders what the corpulent Langlois and his equally plump
partner, Mary Meerson, might had done in bed: “I tried to imagine them in
frenzied copulation, but ….”
If
nothing else, Langlois had an enormous appetite not only for food but for consuming
what had been cast upon the screen.
Los Angeles, March 18, 2019
Reprilnted from World Cinema Review (March 2019).
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