by Douglas Messerli
Béatrix Beck and Jean-Pierre Melville (screenplay, based on
Beck’s novel), Jean-Pierre Melville (director) Léon Morin, Prêtre (Léon
Morin, Priest) / 1961
Quite by accident, immediately after seeing Anne Fontaine’s The Innocents, Netflix sent me
Jean-Pierre Melville’s 1961 film about the French occupation in World War II
and a struggle for faith, Léon Morin,
Prêtre, a movie which I had long before entered into my queue, and had
never before seen.
Melville
reiterates the irony of the situation as, after the ceremony, we see several of
the male attendees rushing back to their mountain hideouts, obviously
Resistance soldiers who have come down from the mountain to see their own
children “inoculated” from German suspicion. Just to be safer, moreover, Barny
sends her daughter off to live with two elderly spinsters in the country.
Yet Melville
does not dwell on the dangers of occupation. Rather, he subtly reveals them in
more subtle ways, such as the moment we witness Barny peering in a show window,
while behind her the Germans can be seen arresting citizens. The Italians, with
their plumed helmets, are merely a small intrusion, but when the Germans come
marching in, we sense a change in the entire place.
Against this
fragile world, Barny does appear to be a healthy survivor. She is not in the
slightest embarrassed to later express the fact that she adores one of her
female supervisors, Sabine (Nicole Mirel), and ponders a potentially lesbian
relationship that Melville depicts through a scene in which Sabine leans over
Barny at her office desk, with her breasts encompassing the other woman’s head.
Barny, herself, gushes, “She’s like an Amazon.”
Her daughter’s
baptism and the girl’s church studies, however, soon lead her to the town’s
cathedral, if no other reason than to confess her hypocrisy. Fearing an older
stern priest, she picks out her would-be confessor by his working-class name.
What a wonder that she discovers in the confessional not only a handsome man,
but a person willing to accept her lack of faith and to begin a conversation
with her in his room at nights. The first time they meet, Melville’s camera,
reminding one a bit the cinematography of Robert Bresson, literally undresses
the young priest by panning down his robe button by button! What follows, over
several weeks, are intense meetings, where they do little but discuss the books
he offers her to read, but in which the director’s camera, through the flickers
of their eyes, the brushing together of their hands, and numerous other gentle
insinuations, observes them struggling to against carnal love.
Morin, for his
part, remains ever open and honest, admitting, for example, that “God is an
experimental and entirely incommunicable being.” When Barny complains of her
reading, he responds: “The workings of God do not make a satisfactory ladder to
God.”
None of these is
of interest to the director or us because, in a sense, in Barny’s conversion,
Morin has already consummated their relationship—spiritually at least. And in
that consummation the woman has been able to come to terms simultaneously with
herself and her god. The War ends, and her child returns from her country stay.
As in Fontaine’s film, the ordinary has been restored.
Los Angeles,
July 24, 2016
Reprinted from World
Cinema Review (July 2016).
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