Everything is an opportunity to stumble with Proust ... It had been the comic, here is the TV movie, adapted and directed by Nina Companeez . If Losey and Visconti , directors of top flight obsessed with Proust's novel, gave up the transpose to the movies, what can we expect from the television version, so series Maupassant? Nothing but a pretext to appreciate or reject choice Companeez ...
Let's be honest, we can find some pleasure in seeing brought to life some passages Research that lend themselves by their theatricality (Colorful characters, effective dialogue, scandalous or dramatic scenes) in a spectacular setting. In terms of the pageant, costumes, scenery, photography ... the result is often at height, even if all its citizens feel a little bit. Visconti, maniac for detail, would have surely given more dimension aristocratic Guermantes salon or opera houses and would have filmed the Sea Balbec with a burst of Venetian lagoon.
The choice of actors is also interesting, few celebrities grafted characters dear readers, unlike chez Raoul Ruiz ( Le temps retrouvé ) afin d' éviter les rejets immédiats, mais souvent des acteurs de la Comédie Française au phrasé impeccable. On adore Didier Sandre , fantastique et émouvant Charlus, Dominique Blanc en Mme Verdurin fait des merveilles. La jolie Albertine est d'une fraîcheur parfaite ainsi que les jeunes filles en fleurs sorties du cours Florent aussi belles que des baigneuses de Renoir. Les références à la peinture impressionniste d'ailleurs abondent et charment les yeux.
The great difficulty lies in choosing scriptwriting, selection of key episodes and without broods without affecting the fluidity of the narrative impossible challenge in 3:30 of TV movie! Hence the continued use of voiceover , to cover in some dialogues, admission of any filmmaker incompténce narrtative unable to translate what is the substance of the work of Proust: the passage of time. So we see through all the heads expected, we play with who's who ...
... and allowed to succeed the few actions that punctuate a novel in which the key is in the psychological analysis, descriptions and endless sublime, the brilliance of style, sharp eye and moral reflection and aesthetic (trying to keep it simple!).
The kiss Albertine r example, occupies several pages of beautiful prose and shrinks the screen to a set of languages a bit dry and trivial. Everything is seen, felt and lived through the prism of the narrator-poet fabulous finds himself evaded or illustrated by scenes expeditious. Obviously.
If a point on which the adaptation is inexcusable is the choice of making a cartoon narrator of Proust's real afflublant all tics, mannerisms, quirks and absurdities that fill the biographies. Micha Lescot , whose talent is not in question here, has created the perfect character for the viewer out of order! One would have to deal with a late twentieth century version of Mr. Bean, lanky, sissy, inconsistent, silly! How to feel empathy for the narrator so grotesque? Companeez gives us to see the young Proust saw as the good society which he frequented: an original precious, a mundane pathos, a large patient abuse and exploit all that naive.
is a serious confusion as the narrator, this "paper be" with the writer Proust confusion Barthes called the " Marcellis . Indeed the whole work of Proust based on the principle that an author can not be reduced " this miserable little pile of secrets " that her private life or his social image or accidents sentimental biography . These are the basics of "Contre Sainte-Beuve " which was released throughout Research : an artist is something that the man of whom we speak daily biographers. Its true quality, its substance, its essence is in his work, distilled, refined, formulated and proved as genuine existential enigmas.
The truth is an artist in his novel and nowhere else. This film has confused the genders in popularizing them. Who might want to immerse themselves in the novel and to suffer for seven volumes of the adventures that stupid narrator so annoying? Again we see how many great novels often make bad films. And all the credit for this adaptation is to make us want to go strolling on the side the novel to realize how Proust, hidden behind the mirror of the world, is infinitely more adorable.
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