Jim Eaton-Terry is charmed by the 50th anniversary reissue of Jacques Demy’s classic New Wave musical
In 1963, Jacques Demy set out to make people cry. Making only his second feature, and inspired by the emotional heft of 1961’s West Side Story, Demy set out to go that film one better, producing what is, I think, the first fully sung-through film musical.
The plot of Umbrellas is kitchen sink realism, not far removed from Shelagh Delaney or Lynne Reid Banks. 17-year-old Geneviève Emery falls in love with local mechanic Guy, who is soon drafted (the film opens in 1958, at the height of the Algerian war), leaving her pregnant and living with her widowed mother above the titular umbrella shop. At the same time, Madame Emery is struggling to maintain the façade of gentility in the face of the slow decline of her business (this isn’t enormously surprising: the shop appears to carry only around five umbrellas at any given time and sells absolutely nothing else). While selling some of her jewels to pay a bill, mother and daughter meet Roland Cassard, a kindly, slightly dull but well-heeled jewellery dealer who falls in love with Geneviève. Isolated and miserable, Geneviève is drawn into a marriage with Cassard. The film ends in 1963 with a wealthy but clearly unhappily married Geneviève returning to Cherbourg to find Guy happily married.
What sets the film apart, though, isn’t the story; it’s the performances, the songs, and the visual style. Geneviève is played by Catherine Deneuve, in her breakthrough and favourite role. Far from the icy detachment I’ve always associated with Deneuve, she moves here between incredibly charming giddy excitement during her romance with Guy and sulky teenage melancholy after his departure. Aside from the obvious, the most captivating part of her performance is that complete naturalism.
Anne Vernon, in her sole really famous role as Madame Emery, has a much more difficult job. The key motor of the plot, she manages to drive a wedge between the two lovers while remaining completely sympathetic and charming. For much of the film she utterly dominates the screen, leaving the two lovers seeming callow and irrelevant. 39 when the film was shot, Vernon was clearly over the hill as far as the film industry was concerned and appears to have done almost nothing since. Some things never change.
Nino Castelnuovo’s Guy, on the other hand, handicapped with the face of a Thunderbird pilot, is the weakest link in the ensemble. He is initially a blank canvas upon which Geneviève is reflected, but it’s on Guy’s return from the war that Castelnuovo’s really out of his depth.
Before discussing the visual style of the film, it’s worth just looking at this gallery of screenshots hosted at blu-ray.com, both to get a sense of the beauty of the film and the quality of the restoration on the anniversary release.
I said in the introduction that it’s a New Wave musical, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a film as perfectly Pop Art as this. Demy’s Cherbourg is a sealed bubble, with every frame planned, every colour matching, from the rain soaked pavements of Act I to the snowglobe of Guy’s gas station in the finale.
The film’s visual influence extends from Mad Men (check out Guy’s wife’s orange top in the screenshot gallery) to Absolute Beginners, but somehow Demy avoids the usual Pop pitfall: camp. The simple understatement of the story and the performances ground the film in genuine emotion.
If the visuals are artificial, and the script and performances naturalistic and understated, then Michel Legrand’s score combines both aspects of the film and ties the whole thing together. The combination of heavy jazz influence and the decision to sing all the dialogue takes a while to get used to, but once the big numbers start to come along, with the fragile voices of the actors fighting against the score, it’s both unique and incredibly affecting. Halfway through the film I noted down the lack of hummable tunes, but I’ve had the love theme (which in its English language version “I Will Wait For You” has been recorded by everyone from Connie Francis to Cher via Frank Sinatra) in my head ever since. Where most of the covers swing, the original sways gently (vintage bike fans will also notice Guy’s gorgeous yellow racer):
The anniversary edition includes a documentary, “Once Upon A Time … The Umbrellas of Cherbourg” which is worth watching if only for the interview with Michel Legrand at the piano. The documentary includes footage from the unrestored version of the film and demonstrates just how eyepoppingly good the restoration is. It’s a really lovely thing.
The Umbrellas of Cherbourg is released today on BluRay by Studio Canal
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I saw this for the first and only time in, at a guess, 2008, and I still haven’t got the main theme out of my head. I don’t know what it is about it that makes it so pervasive, but it seems to be a common experience. Dah-dah- daa daa da-da dah-dah daa daa daa…
I disagree with your assessment of Castelnuovos performance. I think his performance was fine. If it was as bad as you suggest, the film would have not endured as long as it has. I also disagree that Anne Vernon dominated the screen for large parts of the movie. I thought she was annoying and was glad when she was no longer in the film. Sorry, but I actually think you are the one who is out of his depth