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Sunday, February 26, 2012

Lancelot du Lac
















LANCELOT DU LAC            B+                  
aka:  Lancelot of the Lake
France  Italy  (85 mi)  1974  d:  Robert Bresson

One of the unique works of Robert Bresson, bringing to life the legend of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, where the film opens with the staggering failure of the Knights to find the Holy Grail, returning empty handed after a two year search, demoralized by their leaders killed or missing and their troops decimated.  This defeatist Shakespearean gloom has a Macbethian fatalistic tone, where much of the film is shot in barely seen darkness, where the predominate sounds lingering in the air are Knights clanking around in their armor along with the everpresent sound of horse’s hooves, while the sound of an offsceen whinny is probably used about a hundred times, like a train whistle in A Man Escaped (Un Condamné à Mort s'est échappé) (1956).  Lancelot (Luc Simon), the Queen’s Knight, blames himself, thinking his illicit romance with the young Queen (Laura Duke Condominas, looking about age 15) may have aroused the wrath of God and damnation to his beloved Knights, vowing to end their unholy alliance upon his return, a vow he has difficulty keeping.  Making matters worse, the King is anguished about what to do, keeping the men languishing in a state of limbo where resentments fester, specifically Lancelot at Mordred (Patrick Bernhard) for refusing to join the quest for the Grail, thinking him cowardly, while Mordred spreads rumors of Lancelot’s dalliance with the Queen, rallying many of the others against Lancelot, putting the King in an awkward position.  In the spirit of brotherhood, Lancelot offers his hand of friendship to Mordred, but he refuses, which sets the stage for the rest of the picture, as the atmosphere is poisoned. 

After the powerful opening of death lurking everywhere in the forest, Bresson returns to his minimalist style, using massive doses of understatement, detachment from non-professional actors using non-expressive dialog, a rhythm of repetitive images, like the constant presence of Knights in their armor, Lancelot secretly meeting with the Queen, horses being led back and forth behind the scenes while Knights continually arrive by horseback, often with news to report, where Bresson often chooses to shoot only the feet, showing only the bare minimum while still expressing the essence of the story.  This is perfectly expressed at a tournament, a display of the Knight’s bravery, including a jousting tournament where Knights on horseback use a long spear to knock a fellow Knight off his horse.  Backed by Gauvain (Humbert Balsan), Lancelot is urged to retaliate against Mordred, as his honor has been challenged, but Lancelot thinks otherwise, thinking courage is displayed at the appropriate moments, not needlessly, and actually backs out of the tournament.  But when an unknown, helmeted Knight with his visor down continually displays valor in the jousting tournament, knocking off one man after another, word is spread that this could only be Lancelot.  The tournament itself is almost completely shown offscreen, where only the thud of a Knight landing on the ground is heard followed by the roar of the crowd.  In this manner, Bresson’s comment on heroicism is not the act itself, but the reverberations spreading throughout the community of the noble hero, where the resulting mythology is larger than life.  Bresson also amusingly chooses to focus on the hooves of the horses, where often the rider can’t even be seen, instead the suspense is elevated from the relentless montage of repetition, the dropping of the spear after each round, the replacement of a new spear, the turning of the horse in ready position, the acceleration of the horse, the rumbling of the hooves, and the violent sound of the impact of the spear on the shield, resulting in a man falling off his horse as a flag is raised and the sound of bagpipes announces the next round. 

While there are continual hints of Mordred secretly waylaying Lancelot by hiding behind doors or curtains, the themes of honor and bravery are continually disgraced with the threat of resurrection in the air.  When Lancelot disappears following the tournament, Mordred spreads the rumor that he is dead, and that the Queen needs to choose a new protective Knight, which only leads to more bickering and backstabbing.  Bresson turns the era of chivalry on its ear, where the peace abiding brotherhood offered by Lancelot is seen as a weakness to be used against him, where there’s a continual jostling behind the scenes for more favoritism by the King and Queen along with a ruthless hunt for power.  This contrasts beautifully with the young age of the Queen, whose purity and innocence is under question, tainted and soiled by the vicious rumors spreading throughout the castle, where to dishonor her is to render her protector and savior powerless in the eyes of others, as it dispels the notion of mythological heroicism.  By failing to take decisive action, Lancelot allows the poison to fester, weakening his status in the eyes of others, even after the heroic display of valor in the jousting tournament.  Love of the King and the Queen and for his fellow Knights, rather than the transcendent source of power, is ultimately his weakness and his undoing.  He may be the mightiest and the strongest, but he is not immortal, like the mythological gods.  This humanness is what interests Bresson, as the flaws and imperfection of men have a way of overshadowing their strength and valor, undermining the essence of what constitutes courage and bravery.  In Bresson’s eyes, this lofty idea of chivalry is dead, suggesting it dies with the death of every man.  Not only does the man die, but so do all the noble ideas and values he stands for, dying out generation by generation, where only the myth of gallantry remains.  Bresson interestingly chooses to use the percussive roll of the drumbeat, as he did in The Trial of Joan of Arc (Procès de Jeanne d'Arc) (1962), which punctuates the military ritual along with the devastating impact of finality, not to mention rampant killing in the name of God.