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Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Trial of Joan of Arc (Procès de Jeanne d'Arc)





















THE TRIAL OF JOAN OF ARC (Procès de Jeanne d'Arc)                 B                     
France  (65 mi)  1961  d:  Robert Bresson

Bresson, like Carl Dreyer before him, had notorious difficulties obtaining financing for films, according to film critic Andrew Sarris.  It has been said that “such intransigent individualists as Buñuel and Stroheim seem like Dale Carnegies by comparison.  At least Buñuel and Stroheim could promise the titillation of shock and sacrilege; Dreyer, like Bresson, could offer nothing but austerity and eternity.”  By paring away the irrelevant, “flash and fluff” that pads most movies, they hope to lay bare the human essence of the story, or as Bresson himself once wrote:  “You have to drain the pond to catch the fish.”  Certainly this rarely seen film is one of the most extreme examples of Bresson’s spiritual realism, his de-dramatizing technique that attempts to capture the actual tone and form of the original event, Joan of Arc's 1431 trial by the English for heresy at Rouen, the seat of the English occupation government in France, and her subsequent execution, using as a basis the actual historical trial records.  That being said, this a most peculiar film, largely due to the complete impassivity of the actors on the screen.  It is startling just how undramatic, unemotional, and uninvolved they are, just the antithesis of Dreyer’s 1928 silent film, perhaps one of the greatest films of all time, THE PASSION OF JOAN OF ARC, which features extreme close ups revealing extraordinary passion and human emotion.  So while that was probably one of the motivations to differentiate this film, it may not work for everyone and some may call it a failed experiment, while others may call it visionary.

Bresson makes excellent use of the thundering sound of the military tympany drum, which is meant to be intimidating when heard, used exquisitely here at both the beginning and end of the film, almost as if it is a clear reflection of the unspoken voice of God.  While the austerity of the film is severe, continually showing Joan subject to harsh treatment and condemnation, with cries of “Burn the witch” heard offscreen throughout, what’s perhaps forgotten is Joan was a simple farm girl, only 19 and illiterate, who couldn’t even sign her name, using a cross instead, yet she was resolute and unwavering, holding her own without the aid of counsel against the finest educated judges and lawyers from England, demonstrating a remarkable intellect.  Her judges couldn’t fathom that she could realize the divine by avoiding the church’s aid and instruction, feeling compelled to lecture her about religious faith, testing her mettle under dire circumstances, forcing her to show them her divinity.  Despite using actual transcripts, what the film doesn’t show is the duration of the trial, how the many months of relentless personal assault both in court followed by more interrogation sessions inside her prison cell, where she was continually spied upon by her captors, eventually took its toll and physically wore her down.  Of interest, Florence Delay, the university student that played Joan went on the write novels and narrate Chris Marker’s Sans Soleil (1983), eventually elected to the Académie Française in 2000. 

Bresson’s film is a perfect example of Brechtian theater, which, of interest, was a rebellion against the German emotional expressionist theater of the 20’s by attempting to destroy any dramatic illusion of reality, making it apparent to the audience that they were not witnessing real events happening before their eyes at that very moment, but were instead sitting in a theater listening to an account of things that happened in the past in a certain time in a certain place.  Brecht’s epic theater was strictly historical, reminding the audience that they were getting a report of past events, very much in a documentary manner.  So Brecht eliminated stage decor, suspense leading to a dramatic climax, and any audience identification with the characters on stage, allowing no emotional connection, creating a distance between them, enabling the audience to view the action with a detached and critical spirit, to see familiar things in a different light.  This is theater of reason, not theater of emotion, or unreason.  While this may work in theory, it all remains pretty grim, and by the end Joan is engulfed in smoke and fire, while a dove lands and then flies away.  The final image reveals a burnt stake with chains on the ground, smoke rises, and there is a final abrupt strike of the drum.  Dreyer’s last shot showed Joan burning, where off in the corner one can see a cross, while Bresson’s last shot is a still shot of the stake, smoldering.  The film won the Special Jury Prize at the Cannes Film Festival in 1962.