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So lovely but so reactionary: What could be said of the boldly resourceful heroine of Eric Rohmer's The Lady and the Duke could describe the movie itself. Taking a respite from romantic talkathons, the octogenarian nouvelle vague director has adapted expatriate courtesan (and royalist sympathizer) Grace Dalrymple Elliott's hitherto obscure Journal of My Life During the French Revolutionusing digital video technology to fabricate the Paris of 200 years ago.
The movie's look is authentic, butas suits an epoch that predates photographyin no way naturalistic. Commissioning a series of paintings based on period engravings, Rohmer has contrived a glorious Méliès effect: Once they leave their drawing rooms, his actors are keyed into these virtual locations as though they were moving through 18th-century panoramas and tableaux. This irresistible magic-lantern show, screened at the last New York Film Festival, is also coolly formalist. Rohmer rarely moves his camera, taking his cues from D.W. Griffith's treatment of the French Revolution, Orphans of the Storm; his mode, however, is not melodrama. Distanced by narrative voice-over and intertitles, history is glimpsed always from Grace's perspective, as a series of discrete moments: the revolutionary celebrations of 1790, the Second Revolution and September Massacres of 1792, the regicide and Terror of 1793.
As overtly constructed as it is, this historical spectacle invites contemplation. In a key scene, Grace (Lucy Russell) stands on a balcony in a Paris suburb and gazes back at the smoky city, whereas described to her by a servant looking through a spyglassLouis XVI is being put to death. At other times, the action is far closer. But, despite the Tuileries aflame and corpses draped upon the phantom Pont Neuf, the effect is decorouseven when Grace spots the head of her friend, the Princesse de Lamballe, brandished on a pike. A woman whose noblesse oblige enables her to rise to the most extreme situations, Grace hobbles on foot alone to her château outside the city wallsonly to return to Paris on a mission that involves smuggling a wounded aristo past the sansculotte mobs to the safety of her boudoir.
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First cousin to The Scarlet Pimpernel, The Lady and the Duke has considerable derring-do for a Rohmer film, but is not without its action-dialogue. Grace is introduced arguing politics with her former lover, the Duke of Orléans (Jean-Claude Dreyfus), a constitutional monarchist who has turned against his class and his cousin Louis. Grace is charmingly opinionated and, like a proper Rohmer heroine, thrives on conversation. Indeed, she almost never stops talkingimprudently mouthing off against the revolution and expressing an irrational devotion to the Sun King and his Marie Antoinette. (That a foreigner should be so loyal reproaches the fickle Frencha joke that Rohmer evidently enjoys.)
Political disagreements continue throughout the moviethe opportunistic Orléans defends the revolution until it devours him. Thanks in part to the actors, their discourse has an Olympian quality. Lucy Russell's magnificent bearing, corseted figure, and corona of curls would befit a Greek goddessshe's the avatar of post-revolutionary neoclassicism. Dreyfus's Orléans, by contrast, is ostentatiously theatrical. An oversized head pressing down on his hunched shoulders, he suggests a would-be Prometheus whose dark grimaces, grand gestures, and windy courtesies are in comic counterpoint to Russell's stubborn composure. The Duke is only seen in the context of Grace. She herself has no context other than being a rich lady (with a Jacobin cook) whose past romantic liaisons include not only Orléans but the Prince of Wales. There is little sense, for example, of the total war being waged against the French Republic by the rest of Europe.
As with his previous costume dramas, The Marquise of O (1975) and Perceval (1978), each stylized in its own way, Rohmer is self-consciously presenting a text. The period is filtered through artifice; similarly, Rohmer's scrupulous structure and attention to narrativity gives a material weight to Grace's distinctive voice as a writer. The Lady and the Duke is not the story of the French Revolution, but it is very much a story. Inevitably, Grace is arrested by the Committee of Public Safety's ludicrous functionaries and marched to her trial through a Paris of taunting trolls. But, knowing her as we do, it's scarcely surprising that she's able to confound the Committee and even bewitch Robespierre.
If you can forget the world-historic significance of the mass revolution that overthrew Europe's oldest absolute monarchyor rather, subsume it in the mysteries of personalityThe Lady and the Duke is the stuff of human interest.
The ideals of liberté, egalité, and fraternité are reprovingly embodied in Raoul Peck's Beta SP documentary-essay Profit and Nothing But!, which had its local premiere at the last Margaret Mead Film Festival and opens Friday on a bill with Diamonds and Rust (a prizewinning Israeli feature doc about African diamond mining).
"Capital has won. . . . Capital has swept the board," a somber narrator informs us, speaking on behalf of Peck's native Haiti, a country that "theoretically doesn't exist" and whose GNP for the next 30 years might barely equal Bill Gates's current worth. "Triumphant capitalism" means nothing in Haiti, often crosscut with shots of an imperial New York as devoid of human presence as the Caribbean nation teems with it. Profit and Nothing But! makes a gloomy postscript to Peck's rousing biopic Lumumba. In a tradition begun by D.W. Griffith in A Corner in Wheat, Peck creates an elegant 52-minute montage-cum-lecture applying Marxist economic theory to the forces of globalization. His points are interspersed with mordant clips of Ronald Reagan and other American tele-celebrities. Such juxtapositions make for a sharper argument than the depressed narrator's pronouncements, which unfortunately amount to a droning expression of moral superiority.
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