LOVE ON THE RUN (L'amour en fuite) B
France (94 mi) 1979
d: François Truffaut
Caresses photographed
on my sensitive skin
You can dump ’m all, moments, pictures, what you will
There’s always transparent adhesive tape
To square all those torments back into shape
You can dump ’m all, moments, pictures, what you will
There’s always transparent adhesive tape
To square all those torments back into shape
We were that splendid
shot: the smart lovers
We set up home, happiness for two, yeah right
Soon enough shards cut and gash and blood spurts
There goes the crockery on the tiled floor
We set up home, happiness for two, yeah right
Soon enough shards cut and gash and blood spurts
There goes the crockery on the tiled floor
[Chorus]
We, we, we didn’t make it
Peewee, tears down your cheek
We part and there’s nothing we can explain
It’s love on the run
Love on the run
We, we, we didn’t make it
Peewee, tears down your cheek
We part and there’s nothing we can explain
It’s love on the run
Love on the run
I slept, a child came
up in lace frills
Away, then back, then shifty, that’s the swallows’ drill
Hardly have I moved in I leave the two-room flat
Whatever your name is, Lily, Clare or Brad
Away, then back, then shifty, that’s the swallows’ drill
Hardly have I moved in I leave the two-room flat
Whatever your name is, Lily, Clare or Brad
All my life is a
running after things that won’t stay put
Sweet-scented girls, roses, posies of tears
My mother also put behind her ear
A drop of something that smelled just the same
Sweet-scented girls, roses, posies of tears
My mother also put behind her ear
A drop of something that smelled just the same
—Alain Souchon, L'Amour en fuite (Love On the Run), L'amour En Fuite (Love On The
Run) - L'amour En Fuite - YouTube (3:33)
In the concluding episode of the 5-film Antoine Doinel
series, very much a complexly conceived, character driven saga that immerses
you in the character’s fleeting thoughts and memories, what’s immediately
apparent is the use of flashback sequences, which, with few exceptions, are
little more than edited footage from the earlier films, while adding a new
thread that combines several of the characters.
While all the other films play perfectly well when viewed alone, as
these were never originally planned as a series, this is the only one that
deliberately contains the connecting threads of the four previous films. If separated over time, as these films were
made in an era prior to DVD videos, where the only way you could see these
films was in theatrical screenings that would likely be spread out over time,
and not necessarily in order, where you literally live with the characters in
your head for years, so the audience probably appreciated the effort made by
the director to combine elements of all the previous stories, bringing the
viewer up to date on the latest developments of Antoine Doinel’s storied
life. But if viewed in succession, very
much in tune with the modern approach, this feels like an unnecessary recap of
events, heavy on the recurring film clips, nearly twenty minutes in a 94-minute
film, which only feel redundant. Outside
of the heartbreakingly fierce originality of Jean-Pierre Léaud’ s child
performance in the original The
400 Blows (Les quatre cents coups) (1959), one of the single most
compelling characters of the entire series has always been the assured maturity
and remarkable independence of Marie-France Pisier as Colette in Antoine
and Colette (1962). By now a
co-writer with director Jacques Rivette of Céline
and Julie Go Boating (Céline et Julie vont ... (1974), one of the most
uniquely creative films ever made, Pisier is also a co-writer and featured star
of this film as well, albeit 17-years later.
It’s interesting that she has aged in parallel fashion alongside Antoine
and has become a respectable lawyer.
What Pisier has always brought to the table was a dominating
personality, where she’s actually been more interesting to watch than the
rather feeble exploits of Antoine, who since the rebellious first film has
largely drifted through his life as a dawdler and a daydreamer.
It would be fair to say that the earliest first three films
through Stolen
Kisses (Baisers volés) (1968) represent the most intensely autobiographical
period, where the predominate themes explored are a result of Truffaut’s own
dysfunctional family experience, where his missing father and indifferent
mother gave him the impetus to revolt from authority and run away from the
trouble that always seemed to follow, where he never seems capable of taking
responsibility or sustaining a committed and loving relationship. Oscillating between elation and despair, he
continues to idealize women, most likely something that developed from his
voracious reading habits as a child, where the lack of role models in his own
life, getting expelled from several schools, furthering his social isolation,
and the need for both his missing mother and the woman of his dreams left him
most desperately in need of being loved, where often the only place he could
find worthy representatives was conjuring up images in his imagination from the
works of fiction that he read. It is
this sense of rebellious outsiderism that most interests us about the young
Antoine, a young man who has difficulty finding his place in the world, who
lacks the social graces, whose youthful exuberance makes him wildly excited
about an idea only to forget about it a short time later, whose loneliness is
so deeply etched in his personality that he becomes an actor in public
continually guarding his inner feelings, often expressed through a clownish
humor, where Jean-Pierre Léaud is perfectly emblematic of that restless
cauldron of anxiety assigned to protect his deepest unrest, where in his mind
he always sees a way for everything to work out perfectly, but when confronted
face to face with reality, his mind works simultaneously in forward and
reverse, having difficulty with the present, as he’s a poor substitute for what
he had in mind, often making a fool of himself with aggressively inappropriate
behavior, driving away the very thing he’d hoped would offer him
salvation. In place of the real love he
hungers for, he becomes something of an emotional thief, thriving on the
affections of others, ingeniously creating circumstances of momentary bliss,
stealing kisses, quick sexual excursions, forgotten promises of love in the
night, and any other means to attract attention, either the good kind or the
bad kind, where he would forever remain important and significant, and most of
all alive.
Once Antoine gets involved in a marriage with Christine
(Claude Jade) in Bed
& Board (Domicile conjugal) (1970), a woman Truffaut actually fell in
love with and even got engaged, but never married, she is portrayed in the
series as a virtuous girl that remained a virgin up until her marriage, but can’t
put up with Antoine’s practice of deceit and philandering ways, yet she still
loves him and demonstrates saintly patience (as projected by Truffaut), even as
she can’t live with him anymore. Five
years after their marriage, now in his thirties, they are finally getting a
divorce, where sitting outside the judge’s chambers both of them flash back to
earlier moments in their relationship, where often one can’t tell what the
other is thinking, but the audience is fully aware. In this way, it allows us to see not only
Antoine’s reflections, but also those of his young loves as they work their way
through adolescence. Antoine also has a
new love, Sabine (Dorothee, a French TV personality), who we see in the opening
scene, a bright and optimistic spirit that works as a clerk in a record store,
who doesn’t put up with Antoine’s dour and melancholy mood swings, as she has a
constantly sunny disposition, effecting the outcome of the second book he’s
writing: “Because of you, I’ve changed
my ending. No suicide, the hero opts to
live.” She wants Antoine to move in with
her, but he won’t even keep a razor at her place. As a character (Pisier) later observes, “Same
old Doinel.” His situation is
exacerbated by a chance meeting with Colette, where he immediately swoons at
the opportunity to meet with her again, where she’s been reading his book, Les Salades de L'amour (Love and Other
Problems), but once again, as before, she sets him straight, rejecting an
impulsive kiss, reminding him that “It takes two to kiss!” and that he’s
learned nothing, as relationships are more than “disappointments, arguments,
and break ups,” telling him “You have a strange concept of relationships, all
you care about is boy meets girl. Once
they’re a couple, for you it’s all downhill.” In this final film, Antoine has never been
more impatient and ill-tempered, always in a foul mood, spending his time
whining and complaining about what a hurry he’s in and has no patience for
anyone else, where all he really thinks about is himself.
Doinel is always on
the run, always late, always a man in a hurry; the notion of flight is to be
understood in every possible sense: time flying, always being projected into
the future, always anxious (never content!), never calm, and also love flying
out the window. . . also flight in movement; however much you try to flee from
your problems they're always right behind you, pursuing you, etc.
—François Truffaut, in a letter to popular singer Alain
Souchon, who sings the film's title song
But we learn the backdrop of how he met Sabine, finding a
ripped up photograph of her left behind in a telephone booth, vowing to find
her and love her forever, like a hunt for a treasure chest, or the pot of gold
at the end of a rainbow. Besides the
interesting side story of meeting Colette, where even 17-years later,
Marie-France Pisier continues to dance circles around a continually befuddled
Jean-Pierre Léaud, Antoine incredibly experiences a visit from Monsieur Lucien
(Julien Bertheau), like an apparition from the past, last seen kissing his
mother on the street (by a different actor, Jean Douchet) when he was only 14,
becoming perhaps the only character other than Antoine to appear in both the
first and last episodes outside of flashback sequences. As her most devout lover, Lucien adds fertile
territory, including pertinent background perspective about his mother, where
perhaps the most shocking detail in the entire 5-film series is claiming “She
had a strange way of showing it, but she loved you.” This, of course, puts everything that came
before in a different light, where Lucien gently reminds Antoine that though
his parents were imperfect, “the faults were not entirely theirs,” suggesting
many of his problems are his own. Just
after his mother’s death, Truffaut discovered numerous documents in her
archives that displayed an unspoken affection for her son, where in his
biography, he reproached himself later in life for his resentment toward his
mother, where one of the transcendent moments of the film is Lucien taking
Antoine to visit her grave at the Montmartre Cemetery, one of her favorite
neighborhoods. Like the reconstructed
torn up photograph, the entire Doinel adventure is an elaborate memory puzzle
that needs to be fit together, where Antoine’s journey is a quest to find the
proper balance in his life or be destined to always fall over the edge. We’re left with the idea that once he finally
accepts his mother’s love, though she never really accepted him, Antoine can
stop running.
Truffaut was 46 when he made this film, and died just six
years later, a year after his youngest child was born, making only three more
films, slowed down by health problems that resulted in a stroke, eventually
diagnosed with a brain tumor, where he died in 1984 at the age of 52, five
films short of his goal to make 30 films and then retire, (along with his other
personal goal of watching 3 movies a day and reading two books a week), hoping
to write books in his waning years. He
is buried at the Montmartre Cemetery, one of Antoine’s favorite
neighborhoods.
George Sadoul, noted French journalist and film critic,
writing in 1959 on the revolutionary aspects of The
400 Blows (Les quatre cents coups), which may as well stand for the entire
Antoine Doinel series:
There
is neither a ‘happy ending’ nor an ‘unhappy ending.’ It’s an ‘open end’ with a
question mark. It’s just fine that way…this story flows along like life.