Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Luis Buñuel’s Death in the Garden



  • On DVD from Microcinema International, Luis Buñuel’s Death in the Garden (1956) stars Simone Signoret, Georges Marchal, Charles Vanel and Michel Piccoli in an adventure of political uprising, lust, deception and jungle hell. And in the grand tradition of its director, any and all conventional themes and genre trappings have been systematically corrupted by his sardonic take on fate, chance and human nature.

        Filmed in Mexico, it was one of a handful of what would become relatively obscure Mexican-French co-productions Buñuel was involved with in the late 1950s. (The film didn’t open in the United States until 1977; Vincent Canby was there.) Its budget allowed for Eastmancolor, the director’s second in color after Adventures of Robinson Crusoe (1952), and his first with international movie stars. Marchal and Piccoli were just establishing themselves, but Vanel had prominent roles in Henri-Georges Clouzot’s Wages of Fear (1953) and Les diaboliques (1955), and Hitchcock’s To Catch a Thief (1955); and Signoret was famous for Les diaboliques, Max Ophüls’s La ronde (1950), Jacques Becker’s Casque d'or (1952) and Marcel Carné’s Thérèse Raquin (1953).

        Buñuel wasn’t happy making the picture nor with the finished product. “I almost don’t want to talk about [it],” he told José de la Colina and Tomás Pérez Turrent in their book of interviews, Objects of Desire: Conversations with Luis Buñuel:

        “The production was torture; there were difficulties from the very beginning. The producer was bothered by censorship and asked me to modify some things. The star of the film, Simone Signoret, felt uncomfortable because [her husband] Yves Montand was far away from her in Italy and she wanted to join him; she looked for any excuse to return to Europe. When she entered the United States, she deliberately showed a passport with visas showing trips to the Soviet Union and other socialist countries, but the immigration agents — rara avis — let her pass. So many things were changed during the production that scenes often had to be rewritten minutes before the camera began rolling, and furthermore Gabriel Arout had to translate the text into French. I suffered a lot with Michele Girardon, the actress who played the deaf girl; she was only working on the film because her parents wanted her to, and, of course, she was completely ignorant of the craft. I had a lot of problems. By the end of the production I had had enough and I didn’t even have a hand in the music. I let them put in whatever they wanted.”

        Had he envisioned doing a ‘straight’ adventure à la King Solomon’s Mines? Buñuel was fairly faithful to Defoe on Robinson Crusoe, but Belgian author José-André Lacour’s novel Death in That Garden was rank with the kind of superficial moralizing the surrealist abhorred. However, his frustrations with Death in the Garden probably stemmed more from burnout than anything else. It came after an astonishing run of activity, Buñuel directing thirteen pictures from Los olvidados (1950) to That Is the Dawn (1955). Indeed, after Death in the Garden wrapped he took a three-year hiatus from the camera.

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    Above: Simone Signoret in a publicity photo for Death in the Garden — click to enlarge. Despite her pedigree (or perhaps because of it), Buñuel found her tediously high maintenance: “Her behavior was at best unruly,” he wrote in My Last Sigh, “at worst very destructive to the rest of the cast.”


        In a book review published in 1959, Time magazine felt that Lacour “brought off with literary flair and an almost savage imagination” the two-part story that opens in a South American village where local government is evicting a community of diamond miners, some of whom flee to the jungle to escape jail and execution. Buñuel wisely sidesteps the novel’s purple prose “symbolism, its irony, its implicit plea for man’s humanity to man” (Time) to examine breakdown and survival, the stifling tropical backdrop a prediction of the inescapable dining room in The Exterminating Angel (1962).

        The screenplays to that later film and Death in the Garden were co-written with Luis Alcoriza, Buñuel’s frequent collaborator throughout his Mexican period. Alcoriza offered a counterbalance of satire and optimism to Buñuel’s caustic wit and fatalist view — a creative partnership similar to the one he’d share with Jean-Claude Carrière in the 1960s and 70s. They worked together on ten pictures, often using groups of characters (as opposed to single protagonists) to observe personality traits within the herd: Los olvidados, Illusion Travels by Streetcar (1953) and Fever Mounts at El Pao (1959).

        With Lacour’s novel, they reduced the hero’s role and enhanced secondary characters, affording equal time to all: Chark the drifter-adventurer (Marchal), Djin the prostitute (Signoret), Castin the delusional, displaced restaurateur (Vanel), Castin’s deaf mute virgin daughter Maria (Girardon), and the naïve, haunted Catholic priest, Father Lizardi (Piccoli).

        Gruff and sweaty, Chark is introduced giving the finger to a platoon of armed, trigger-happy soldiers. It’s humorous, shocking and uncharacteristic, for both 1956 and Buñuel (who deplored vulgarity), a moment I’m inclined to credit to Raymond Queneau. Novelist, poet and one-time member of the Surrealists, Queneau dabbled in films, and worked just this once with Buñuel on the script. Was their combined effort so brilliant it flew over the heads of the producers, prompting all those last minute changes Buñuel mentions? Or had the gifted triumvirate concocted a mess of concepts necessitating alterations for the sake of coherence?

        In his DVD commentary, Ernesto R. Acevedo-Munoz demerits the picture as “minor Buñuel,” but is there such a thing? Author of Buñuel and Mexico: The Crisis of National Cinema, he nearly retracts his own statement when discussing Death in the Garden’s characters, their outward façades and the “devolution from civility to savagery” as the action moves from village to jungle — a trip he equates with Marlow’s odyssey in Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. “Death in the Garden is one of the classically structured Buñuel movies,” he says, “but even within the classical structure it violates conventions of narrative.”

        Or, typical Buñuel, a surrealist true to his principles. “The narrative in Death in the Garden does not advance,” Acevedo-Munoz notes, “it simply repeats itself.” It shares The Exterminating Angel’s use of repetition, a leitmotif haunting the director’s work from Las Hurdes (1933) through That Obscure Object of Desire (1977); and concludes that fate is determined not by government, class, self will or divine intervention, but by crazy, blind chance, rendering everything — from politics to religion, economics to social values — impotent. Whether they’re caught in the town’s revolution or trapped in the jungle, the deteriorating group is constantly redirected, tested and mocked by chance, a portent of things to come in The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie (1972).

        Other references abound. The characters of Castin and Maria are a forecast of the incestuous father and daughter in The Young One (1960), with Maria bearing a resemblance to Key Meersman’s Evalyn in the later film. (Plus, both Girardon and Meersman were nonprofessional actors.) Lizardi can be likened to The Young One’s Rev. Fleetwood (Claudio Brook), or any of the hypocritical clerics dotting Buñuel’s oeuvre, the director a devout atheist steeped in Catholicism. And Castin’s pursuit of Djin recalls the older men lured to their doom by duplicitous younger women, what Acevedo-Munoz terms the “monstrous feminine,” in Susana (1951), El (1953) and That Obscure Object of Desire.

    About the color in Death in the Garden

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    Above: Marchal and Signoret — click to enlarge. The lighting and cinematography of Jorge Stahl Jr. captures the soft decadence of the whorehouse. (Image swiped from DVD Beaver.)


        In his review at DVD Beaver, Gary Tooze has mostly good things to say about the video transfer but adds, “It may be a shade yellow/green and tend to look a bit frail.” Included with the DVD is a booklet featuring two articles, one a humorous anecdote by Buñuel’s son, Juan-Luis, the other a scholarly essay by author Susan Hayward on the Eastmancolor in Death in the Garden:

        “In terms of color and to give meaning to his mise-en-scène, Buñuel plays with the flexibility of Eastmancolor by either adding or subtracting color (through using different filters). In the first half of the film, the exterior colors are bleached out to the point of pale yellow hues, reflecting the heat of the beating sunlight. Interestingly, at this stage, we only see [Simone] Signoret in interiors — and here, as opposed to the exteriors, the color has tonality and depth. The overall impression is one of great realism. In the second half of the film, however, when Signoret and the four other fugitives flee into the rain forest (the ‘garden’ of the film’s title), the color — predominately an oppressive green — takes on a deep, at times, thick and unguent quality, which, coupled with the choice of shots (in particular, the close-ups of the flora and fauna), brings it far closer to a visceral, surrealist painterliness.”

  • For more information, go to Microcinema International.

  • Buy Death in the Garden from Amazon.

  • Tuesday, July 19, 2011

    Sketchy ramblings on a sticky afternoon

    Some images click to enlarge . . .

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  • Above: On the debit side it should read ‘Woefully, Tragically Unavailable.’ I wonder how many ‘social drinkers’ can go weeks (if not months) without their hootch before they start climbing the walls?

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  • Above: Shirley Jones — peaches ‘n’ cream or hot buttery spread? Via Uncle Sid.

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  • Above: Brother of dancer Isadora, Raymond Duncan (right) was interviewed in the 1950s TV show Around the World With Orson Welles:
    “People are not what they think they are. They are what they do, and one of the finest parts of the technique of working is to enjoy what you’re doing and do it as a game….Not to make money, not to produce, but to make yourself in working…that’s the end in view, whereas in today, people destroy themselves in working.”


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  • Above: Daughter of James Joyce, Lucia Joyce studied dance with Isadora Duncan, had an affair with Samuel Beckett, was analyzed by Carl Jung, and died in a mental hospital. Via No You Shut Up.

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  • Above: A (perhaps justifiably) forgotten 60s ‘comedy’ featuring several cast members from TV’s Hogan’s Heroes. But did fans of Kill Bill make the connection? Without Googling it, that is...



  • Above: The original coming attraction for Giant Spider Invasion (1975), a film your humble narrator eyewitnessed at a drive-in in Buffalo, New York in 1976, on a bill with Night of the Cobra Woman. If my memory’s correct, what you see here is infinitely superior to the feature itself. Alan Hale, Jr., ‘Skipper’ on Gilligan’s Island, plays the sheriff.


  • Tuesday, July 12, 2011

    If it’s twelve inches, it’s a foot

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  • As America whirls in economic and political turmoil, one recent not-so-groundbreaking story caught my eye: The Quentin Tarantino Toe-Sucking Sex Email That Will Haunt Your Dreams, wherein we discover the filmmaker sports “the most unattractive penis” its author has ever seen and asks her, “Can I suck on your toes while I jerk off?”
        Although I have never voiced that request of anyone — my wife, past girlfriends and one-night-stands will surely attest to this under oath — I can empathize to a degree, for I find some women’s feet quite arousing. After all, I rented The Flintstones (1994) solely (if you’ll forgive the pun) to ogle Halle Berry’s… only to have my libidinous quirk quelled by Rosie O’Donnell’s and John Goodman’s ungainly tootsies.
        In any event, I felt it, well, not entire necessary but momentarily amusing to peruse the unsubtle hints of Mr. Tarantino’s obsession as revealed in his films:



  • It may be traced back to Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction (1994), a portent of things to come. (More on Uma below…)



  • For my money, Bridget Fonda never looked better than she did in Jackie Brown (1997). Kudos to QT and his cinematographer for this scene in particular.

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  • On his blog, Lonnie Bruner admits an attraction to women’s feet similar to mine, and I’m afraid I must concur with his findings regarding Uma Thurman’s in Kill Bill: “I had to avert my eyes during the numerous close-ups of [her] gnarled, finger-like feet…her toes on each foot don’t match…one of her big — BIG — toes is curving off to the west, while the other leans clearly to starboard…Good lord…Only 2% of all the female feet in the world meet my standards, and Uma Thurman’s fail miserably.”

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    Above, Grindhouse; click to enlarge

  • QT let his fetish fly in the Death Proof portion of Grindhouse (2007), kicking off with credits superimposed over Sydney Poitier’s feet. No, not Sidney Poitier (eww!), but Sydney Poitier, the Lilies of the Field actor’s daughter. Part of it is set in a mythical roadhouse where a bunch of hot babes sit around and get wasted and talk a lot of shit, the camera hypnotized by Sydney’s feet and Vanessa Ferlito’s. Hey, I ain’t complainin.’ To wit (all click to enlarge):

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    Which brings us to . . .

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  • Of all his films, I’m most partial to Inglourious Basterds (2009), which featured the casting, so to speak, of the rather lovely feet of Diane Kruger (above). In an interview with SheKnows.com, the star is asked about The Foot Thing:

    SheKnows: There are some shots of your feet in this film. People like to talk about Quentin’s interest in shooting women’s feet. Were you aware of that as it was happening?

    Diane Kruger: The true story is that I did not know about his apparent foot thing (laughs). When I first got the job, I was interviewed by some journalist and he said ‘So, have you read the foot scene yet?’ and he filled me in on this whole thing. I was like ‘Wow, I didn't know that.’ So the day comes and I go ‘Quentin, are you excited? Today’s the foot day. Good day at work, huh?’ And he said, ‘Oh, it’s all made up. Don’t even think that that’s true. It’s all made up by media.’ ‘Oh, okay.’ Six close-ups later on my foot and not on my face, and I say, ‘Sure, sure thing, Quentin.’ So, I don’t know. You ask him.

    SheKnows: So did you make sure to have your feet pedicured?

    Diane Kruger: I made sure? He made sure. Are you kidding me? And my foot has never looked better, ever.

  • Monday, July 11, 2011

    Earth mother

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  • I came to Ava Gardner late — growing up when I did, rejecting anything and everything from my parents’ generation, she was dumped in with the other Establishment figures we were once so intent on burying. And besides, by that time she was making dreck like Earthquake (1974), a true korporate kalamity.
        About ten years later, while I was studying the work of Robert Siodmak, she blew me through the back of the theatre in The Killers (1946). Pairing her with Burt Lancaster was a stroke of erotic genius. During their tense ‘n’ torrid scenes all I could think was: how are these two gorgeous, sexed-up creatures able to be in the same room together without ripping off their clothes?
        The cleft, the lips, the eyes… at a time when so many American women wore white gloves and lace veils, Ava was robust and sultry. She drank, she smoked, she bragged about the size and weight of hubby Frank Sinatra’s cock, she partied with Ernest Hemingway and John Huston. In what I consider her last worthy screen appearance, Night of the Iguana (1964), she’s listening to Deborah Kerr prattle, “I’m a spinster pushing forty!” To which Ava replies, “Aw, honey — who isn’t!” No truer words were ever spoken. (Photo source: Fuck Yeah Ava Gardner.)

  • Saturday, July 09, 2011

    Fathom this . . .

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  • Above, Raquel Welch filming Maurice Binder’s ‘Freudian’ credits for Fathom (1967). “Note how low the background set is,” observes filmmaker Nathan Schiff. “It was clear the camera would not be going anywhere above her pubic area.” (Photo source: Sunset GunShots.)

        Seeing this in the theatre when it came out, my ten-year-old libido was awakened by my first screen crush: