Au Hasard, Balthasar

[poliphilo]

Bresson was Tarkovsky's favourite director.

Bresson liked to use non-professional actors. Did he think he would get truth to life? but that's just what you don't get. What you do get is stiff, wide-eyed intensity, uninflected voices, an inability to register emotion.

I keep thinking of Piero della Francesca. There's the same combination of naivete and sophistication- and a stylistic rigor so pure it approaches self-parody. Balthasar is a fresco cyle on the life of a saint (who happens to be a donkey.)

Godard says this movie "contains the world". It certainly covers a lot of ground, but where are the laughs?

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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I think Bresson is attempting some sort of hyper-authenticity, which is certainly not the same thing as conventional realism.

A woman is supposed to be mourning her dead husband. Her face is blank and she is clearly reciting words that she has memorised. The effect is weird and distancing- but somehow the emotion comes through.