by Douglas Messerli
Jean Gruault and Jacques Rivette (screenplay,
based on the novel by Denis Diderot), Jacques Rivette (director) La
Religieuse (The Nun) / 1966, general release 1967
Jacques Rivette’s 1966
picture La Religieuse (The Nun), based on Denis Diderot’s novel of the 18th century, is
really four major episodes patched together into a full film. It’s not
precisely that the work does not weave together these parts, but that despite
the fact that they all center on the adventures of a young innocent, Suzanne
Simonin (the always radiant Anna Karina), they offer such entirely perspectives
of the period in unreconcilable ways.
Perhaps
I should say there are actually five perspectives, beginning with the seemingly
loving home life of the young beauty, which once her elder two sisters are
married off with large dowries—a requirement of the day—leave nothing for her,
which means for the family that she will have to be sent off to a convent
wherein she will nicely disappear from their consciences.
Dozens
of novels and plays deal with that very fact, usually leading to comical (in
the case of Tom Jones) and tragic results of the financial dealings
of the gentile lives of their parents. As if they were all “drunken sailors,”
parents had to determine what to do with their later offspring whom they simply
could not equally support. In a sense, that is even at the heart of many of Jane
Austen’s fictions. When marriage equals money, it produces serious problems
even up until the 20th-century when in Capra’s Pocketful
of Miracles, the temporary husband of the heavy-drinking Bette Davis is
forced to play a billiards game in order to settle the matters of the dowry.
Even the peaceful family drama of I Remember Mama must pretend
to deal with such issues. Women quite obviously needed to be sold off to their
husbands, and younger sons were truly a nuisance. Only if you were the heir
apparent might you expect to receive a decent survival in a world, particularly
for women, it was not a nice place if you didn’t have cash to spend in it.
What is worse is that the beautiful, well raised Suzanne, like Tom Jones, is the product of an illicit romance her religious mother, in this case, has had with another, unnamed man. Her guilt about her actions is confused with her intentions to send her daughter into hell—supposedly a life in a highly religious convent—in order to resolve their financial difficulties and absolve her own guilt.
Sent
back to the convent, this time with the truth of her birth revealed, the
beautiful Suzanne, who a bit like the beauty in Cocteau’s Beauty and
the Beast, resented by her sisters and mother, is sent off to a castle from
which there is no escape—but, in this case, without even a loving father who
might come to rescue her. There are elements in this story even of Snow
White, a woman forced to suffer torture, particularly after the death of
the one caring Mother Superior, Madame de Moni (Micheline Presle), and endless
sleep without food—along with torture and beatings.
Her
white knight is the improbable lawyer, Dom Morel (Francisco Rabal), who warns
her of what she will have to endure if she brings a lawsuit to escape the
clutches of those who have imprisoned her. He even foretells, as what we later
perceive is far too true, that she may not win her claim to remain in the world
outside the convent walls. The society who has locked her up is determined, for
numerous reasons—hypocritical morality, financial concerns, and simply dispassion—to
keep her where she is. And, moreover, the social structure does not easily
accept change, while the radical alterations she has demanded stand against the
very bulwarks of the current French culture, with only a few outspoken figures
attempting to totally transform the culture in which they exist. One must
imagine an outspoken philosopher, if he or she might still exist, speaking out
against the imprisonment of blacks or the immigrant children in our own time:
their voices might be loud, but they are seldom heard. Suzanne loses her case.
Fortunately,
or one might proclaim “unfortunately,” Morel helps the suffering Suzanne to
escape to another convent, this one a seemingly loving enclave, where she is
treated as a kind of special supplicant to the Mother Superior, Madame de Chelles (Liselotte Pulver), a lustful lesbian who is
determined to take the new beauty under her personal “wing,” while others,
obviously comfortable in this Sapphic paradise, rush laughingly around one
another with joy, behaving nothing like women devoted to God. Only Sister
Thérèse, the former favorite of Madame de Chelles, warns the new member of
their order of the dangers she must face.
The
young innocent nun is confused—by everything, her newly aroused feelings of joy
and contentment, her own personal doubts about her religious commitment, and,
of course, her own inability to find vocation within the confines of the life
she has vowed to live. Confessing to the local monk, she is advised to stay far
from the truly “Satanic” influences of Madame de Chelles—ironically a term that
had previously been applied to herself. Is she Satan or is Satan present in the
world all around her? She has no way, apparently, of even comprehending evil.
Sent away through a complaint by the Mother Superior
(or perhaps by his own tender feelings for the nun to whom he must attend) the
elder confessor simply disappears, a new, younger monk taking his position, a
man who confesses to his confessor that he feels very much in the same position
as her, locked away in a religiously sanctimonious society in which he does not
feel at home.
What
also becomes quickly apparent to everyone but Suzanne herself is that he too
has fallen in love with her, forcing her to keep a distance from her Mother
Superior while he plots her escape. For people like us, he confides, there is
only escape or a jump into suicide, his words re-planting the seeds of what
Suzanne has already imagined for herself.
Suzanne
agrees to his plot, but quickly realizes, when he attempts to rape her, that
her actions have been for no avail; that he simply plans another kind of
imprisonment for her. And indeed, when his plot is revealed to authorities, he,
himself, is imprisoned. She has no choice but to again escape, this time into
the indenturement of a cleaning woman for a provincial French household. The
newspapers and gossip of the day warn her even away from this rustic world, and
she chooses to run again, this time into the poverty of the streets, begging
for a few coins in order to survive.
Once
more she is seemingly saved by a passing figure, a well-dressed woman who takes
her home in order to protect her. Suzanne is once more pampered and given a
beautiful dress to wear until she realizes, at the evening party, that the role
she has been chosen to play this time is a courtesan in a high-class bordello.
The approach of a customer forces her again to flee, this time through the
window the earlier monk had suggested, to her death.
If
this is a true melodrama, it is also an amazingly well-wrought and beautifully
filmed New Wave protest against religion, and most particularly, the Roman
Catholic Church. Faced with serious challenges by French censorship
authorities, Rivette worked time and again to bring the language into a context
that did not threaten the church leaders, even adding a ridiculously long
introductory statement which expressed that this was, after all, a fiction and
did not represent the way the Church had in any way truly behaved.
Even
though Rivette had the permission of the censors, when the movie was about to
open the French press and religious figures shouted it down. Only in Cannes did
it finally receive a fair hearing, and even then the film did not appear in
Paris theaters until the following year.
Just
as importantly, Rivette’s film is not only about religion but about the
restraints put upon women, then and now. Suzanne may have never been quite able
to comprehend her role as an outspoken representative for her sex—she was
clearly just as uncomfortable in the ordinary world as she was in the world of
the sacred—but she knew something was wrong, that being forced into a role in
which she didn’t feel comfortable to embrace she was being robbed of her
identity. Diderot, long before Rivette, realized that instead of being asked,
she was being told how to behave and survive in a world not at all
accommodating to her own sensibility. Rebelling against the very idea, again
and again, she finally was left no choice finally but to destroy herself in the
process. The “MeToo” movement, and numerous other contemporary issues all seem,
in this film, too close to bone to watch it comfortably. This is an edgy movie
even today given the various choices of life it offers its hero: dark and
brutal devotion, worlds of sexual difference—lesbianism or licentious
heterosexuality—utter slavery, or begging on the streets. Being deeply
religious, apparently, is a dangerous occupation for a beautiful young girl.
Los Angeles, January 22,
2019
Reprinted from World
Cinema Review (January 2019).
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