chanandre
23Nov11
felt the same way.
This movie creeps under you skin in an unexpected way. Works both on an intellectual and visceral level. Almost impossible to speak eloquently about. A real mystery.
A classic movie by Agnès Varda that tells the story of Francois and Therese, a disturbingly happy young couple.
Bright and sunny, with a bitter center, Le Bonheur is a film about infidelity, naivety, and of course, the true meaning of 'Happiness'. Varda uses bright costumes and colorful flowers to juxtapose the dark nature of the plot, and the tragedy that occurs towards the end. She mocks her subjects, as she tells the audience that this type of happiness is unobtainable. But until then, we can stop and smell the roses.
varda becomes more and more of a maestro, even if this film has some flaws on the plot points area. the film recalls for me both Godard's weekend and winterbottom's 9 songs. the film has a much more mysterious and ghostly feel to it too. varda continues to look at the scenes within a marriage which fascinate her so much. and she looks at sequences and links once again. a near masterpiece.
Yeah. I was bothered by it for days. But Varda described the film as a worm found unexpectedly in a summer fruit, so I guess she knew what she was aiming for in terms of an audience reaction. Did you watch it on DVD? Also, do a search on the forums here, I started a discussion on this movie because it freaked me out so much....
I'm still bothered by it. Yes, saw it on DVD (not proud of it, but hey a dude cannot see everything on the cinematheque, right?). She sure did what she was aiming for, she did direct the thing. I think it's falsely light. In that regard yes, the metaphor love/desire/hapinness as a worm in a summer fruit, it is quite appropriate, sure. I'll look into it, surely...the thing is that i'm a Varda fanboy (although she does tend to be a little egostistical at times) and this film pissed me off, but the thing is one should be pissed at the characters and the way he disrupts his family and less at her, for directing her...it's a hard film for me to talk about, to be honest...
I understand TOTALLY what you are talking about, I could not be in more agreement about this film, and about Varda's egoism. I can't count this among my favorite films of hers, though I respect it. Really the only film I've seen of hers that I love is Cleo. The rest, I sometimes feel like she's being self-conscious in an annoying way. Perhaps I'm alone in this but... to each his own I suppose and I do think she is someone to be reckoned with as a director, and of course as a woman I am proud that she can compete on par with the men...
Don't get me wrong. I do love her and her work. First film I ever saw by her and the superb Les Glaneurs et la Glaneuse ("Os Respigadores e as Respigadoras" in Portuguese - I just love the way we spell this), it's with "Les plages d'Agnès" I have a beef with, to be honest. I like the nostalgic bits (she was at the avant-premiere screening in Portugal - her hairdo was super like an old Karen O, ahaha), but then it felt too self-agrandizing, I mean, she does not need that, I dunno. SHe is as great as her former husband Jacques Demy. You're not alone on this, I rather have Akerman or Dullac or Denis. I too, loved Cleo. She is one of my fave auteuses, but you know how self-centered, and self-absorbed artists can be, I should cut her some slack, I've many films from her yet to see, though...
Well, I'm not good on cutting people slack from those qualities, but I try to separate their art from their personalities, which sometimes works and sometimes does not depending on the piece...
I don't think I've ever quite seen a film like this one. Varda approaches the material with a unique style that's at once ironic but without being satirical, or is it? It's difficult to describe in words, but I applaud her for taking the risks she did. The colors and compositions are beautiful. Especially when Francois and Emilie are in bed, their bodies look like some form of modern art. A wonderful gem of a film.
Undercooked in the middle but wrapped beautifully like the sweetest white icing petit four. It only gets semi-interesting at minute 64.
The amazing use of colour makes it beautiful in every frame.Plus,the rare honesty in dealing with marital infidelity,the thought of too much happiness,a shocking ending,make this a film ,after all these years,still to be discussed.
The first non-documentary work of Varda's that I've really responded to. Yes the characters are paper-thin and yes the imagery is impossibly edenic for all but a few moments, but the kitsch is purposive. Varda's painterly daydream has wormy insides. She keeps the grating cliches coming sans commentary, so the dramatic conflict is experienced as an absence. By the end, even the Mozart quintet sounds violent.
It has a strange message, if it indeed is trying to say something, and the ending is quite unexpected. But it is indeed a beautiful film.
I often watch this and wonder if it would have received the same critical reaction had it been directed by an amateur film student. There really isn't that much too it in my opinion (other than the lush colors which are undeniably gorgeous.)