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Things That Came to My Mind While I Was Watching the Film #2

Paris in Love Me Tonight

In contemporary cinema many camera pans look like postcards, but ones without the simplicity or light-hearted use of clichés of the past. (No European ever hated an American film for those old expository shots of their cities.) Those opening postcards once led us to, say, Gary Cooper. And therefore we knew it was cinema. Today, the postcard pan tries to lead us to the illusion that we actually are somewhere, and not in a film. But a panning shot by itself is not a pretense, it is just what it is: a look over rooftops, at streets seen from above, hills and roads, all passing by—a Google view of the world. The pan is no longer the amazed discovery of what cinema could embrace (the 1900s) nor the deep breath of the Straubian traveller. It is now an illusion of legibility or a misplaced conception of opacity, a shot trying to convey a documentary reality, to prove to the viewer that he or she is "there."  The light-hearted "postcards" of the past were a device too, but with a different relationship to the audience: that of complicity, sharing the same images without proving anything, simply taking the viewer by the hand to enter fantasy.

Let me slightly contradict myself: I also remembered the opening of Mamoulian's Love Me Tonight. Monuments in Paris, yes, but half-seen at dawn. You might say that the 3rd shot—where a cyclist irrupts into the frame (left to right)—is the beginning of a French film: perhaps Carné, Grémillon or Rohmer? Documentary. Paris is this, even today. Then comes Hollywood, a set, and all is well. Still, no need to pan.

Love Me Tonight

Top and above: Four times Paris and a set in Love Me Tonight

This post is fantastic and perceptive of some of the most boring strategies of recent Hollywood blockbusters. Fast Five is the film that comes to mind for me. For all of its seemingly spaceless depictions of action (I can’t quite remember if the climax on a bridge freeway is still in Rio?), there are tons of seemingly unmotivated helicopter shots of the city, none with any real purpose in mind other than to say, “Production value, baby!” Marc Forster’s James Bond entry ups the ante in stupidity by also affixing titles announcing the city’s names in an “appropriate” font. That said, I found the grid-like network of train tracks and landscape at the beginning of Source Code a rather nice analogue for its Le Jetee meets Hitchcock ethos of narration.

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