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Back in the day, literal-minded audiences had great fun pretending to be baffled by this artiest of European art films. Basically, Last Year at Marienbad which Resnais directed from an original screenplay by "new novelist" Alain Robbe-Grilletis a situation. The politely avid X (Giorgio Albertazzi) pursues the mysteriously diffident A (Delphine Seyrig) through a huge, mirror-encrusted château, complete with formal garden"a universe," as Robbe-Grillet described it, "of marble and stucco, columns, moldings, gilded ceilings, statues, motionless servants." Gloomy organ music underscores the proceedings as X insists against A's protestations that a year ago she'd promised to leave her husband M (the cadaverous Sacha Pito) and go off with him. The tension is never resolved: Is X casting a spell or breaking one?
One thing is certain: Breathtaking in her slouch, the irresistible Seyrigwhose only previous film appearance had been as the put-upon beatnik wife in the entirely different art-house hit Pull My Daisytransforms the noun "arabesque" into a verb. (Later, the Method-school actress would reveal that many of her poses were improvised on the set.) This languid, elaborately coiffed and bejeweled creatureher beyond-Dietrich outfits designed by an uncredited Coco Chanelembodies obsession. Is she married to Death, who never loses the version of pickup sticks that would thereafter be known as the "Marienbad game"? Or is it Death who woos her? In either case, the spectator is similarly obliged to surrender to the movie's incantatory rhythms and sublimely maddening mannerismsor else leave the theater.
In Paris, where Marienbad was compared to Picasso's Les Demoiselles d'Avignon, the movie was an enormous, record-breaking hit with audiences queuing around the clock at the chic Champs-Élysées cinema where it opened. When Marienbad premiered in New York the following spring at the old Carnegie Hall Cinema, Bosley Crowther, the proudly square New York Times critic, hailed it as "the 'furtherest out' film we've ever had." Jonas Mekas responded in the Voice that this only showed how little local reviewers knew about what was going on in contemporary cinemaMaya Deren and Stan Brakhage, for example. Certainly, Marienbad popularized a particular and then dated surrealist aesthetic. (Its two antecedents are Joseph Cornell's film assemblage Rose Hobart, a portrait of the actress that Resnais could not possibly have seen, and Adolfo Bioy Casares's novel The Invention of Morel, a fantastic adventure positing a cinematic virtual reality, which Robbe-Grillet certainly had read.)
Hopelessly retro, eternally avant-garde, and one of the most influential movies ever made (as well as one of the most reviled), Marienbad is both utterly lucid and provocatively opaquean elaborate joke on the world's corniest pickup line and a drama of erotic fixation that takes Vertigo to the next level of abstraction. It's a movie of alarming stasiselegant zombies positioned like chess pieces in a hyper-civilized haunted houseand unsurpassed fluidity. The hypnotic dollies elaborate on those of Resnais's earlier Hiroshima Mon Amour; the montage effortlessly synthesizes past and present, flashback and flash-forward, svelte shock cuts and shock match cuts.
Marienbad eludes tense. The movie is what it isa sustained mood, an empty allegory, a choreographed moment outside of time, and a shocking intimation of perfection.
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