Echo Park Film Center
November 8th, 2019
Los Angeles, CA. 90026
A WOMAN OF TOKYO
TŌKYŌ NO ONNA
(Ozu Yasujirō, 1933. Japan. 47 minutes)
NIGHT AT THE CROSSROADS
LA NUIT DU CARREFOUR
(Jean Renoir, 1932. France. 75 minutes)
Sequence from HISTOIRE(S) DU CINÉMA
Chapter 4b: THE SIGNS AMONG US
(LES SIGNES PARMI NOUS)
(Jean-Luc Godard, 1988-98. France. 4 minute excerpt)
A WOMAN OF TOKYO
女の京東 | TŌKYŌ NO ONNA
1933. Shochiku Kamata Studio. Japan.
Silent. 7 reels (47 minutes)
Directed by Ozu Yasujirō. Original Story: Nijuroku jikan (Twenty-Six Hours) by Ernst Schwarz. Script: Noda Kôgo and Ikeda Tadao. Assistant Directors: Kiyosuke Akira, Hara Kenkicki, Kashiwabara Masaru, Hiratsuka Hiroo. Cinematography: Mohara Hideo. Assistant Cinematography: Atsuta Yuharu, Irie Masao, Kuribayashi Minoru. Lighting: Nakajima Toshimitsu. Art Director: Kanesu Takashi. Cast: Egawa Ureo (Ryoichi), Okada Yoshiko (Chikako), Tanaka Kinuyuo (Haru), Nara Shinyo (Kinoshita), Chishû Ryû (Reporter).
"If you don't convey humanness, your work is worthless."
"Talking pictures began in 1931 in Japan, and viewers welcomed this new medium. However, Ozu-san was against it and persisted in making silent films.... He would not jump on the bandwagon. He released the silent film A WOMAN OF TOKYO in 1933. ('I know Japanese films will become all talkies one day, but before they do I think we should create a new silent form,' Ozu said that year.) The film strongly reflects the anxiety and crises caused by the Great Depression and tells the dark and tragic story of a poor brother and his older sister living in Tokyo. She works at a bar at night and sells her body in order to earn money for her brother's school tuition. He learns of what she does and (takes irreversible action). Even though this film was completely different from the previous slapstick comedies directed by Ozu-san, he did not give up on imitating American films. In the film, Ozu-san boldly included part of a film by Ernst Lubitsch that he loved. (The original story of A WOMAN OF TOKYO, Nijuroku jikan [Twenty-Six Hours] by 'Ernst Schwarz', is a fiction title and pseudonym of Ozu's, compounded from the names of the two directors Ernst Lubitsch and Hanns Schwarz.) As a result of this audacious insertion of another filmmaker's work, viewers come to realize what it's like to be under the Depression in America. The Japanese social conditions in which the brother and his girlfriend live come to overlap with the American situation."
"The All-Important Archeo-Cinematic Scene", 1988
Shot in eight days without a finished script, with the working title of HER CASE, FOR EXAMPLE (例えば彼女の場合), this is one of Ozu's most devastating and oblique films. The film is silent, seemingly by choice rather than technology, as if to say: the situation depicted is unspeakable. We've found no explanation for the film's odd length of 47 minutes—no industrial, or exhibition-related explanation. Perhaps the length is wholly the result of the story and the arrested way of its telling. A shorter film for the lives ruined or cut short; tragedy becomes brevity, and brevity becomes tragedy. The final tracking shot of an empty sidewalk and full gutter seems to draw a hyphen rather than a period on the story. A hyphen to life outside the film and the movie theater.
A WOMAN OF TOKYO, a story of the economic struggles of a young brother and sister in the Shitamachi district, was Ozu's first film of 1933. Two more were to follow that year: DRAGNET GIRL, a stylized gangster film, and PASSING FANCY, the story of a struggling father and son. Along with AN INN IN TOKYO (1935), RECORD OF A TENEMENT GENTLEMAN (1947), and A HEN IN THE WIND (1948), A WOMAN OF TOKYO deals with suffering in poverty, and have been neglected for no other reason that I can see than that their sadness, and their pause, is connected not only to pain between the generations, but also to war: class war in the 30s, and the effects of World War II in the 40s. Ozu is not typically seen as a war director.
A WOMAN OF TOKYO will be presented silent, without musical accompaniment.
A new text by Craig Keller on A WOMAN OF TOKYO, "Apple on the Mantle", written on the occasion of this screening, can be read here.
NIGHT AT THE CROSSROADS
LA NUIT DU CARREFOUR
1932. Europa-Films, C.F.C. France. Sound. 71 mintues.
Directed by Jean Renoir.
Based on the Inspector Maigret novel La Nuit du carrefour by Georges Simenon. Adaptation and Additional Dialogue: Jean Renoir. Assistant Directors: Jacques Becker, Maurice Blondeau. Second Assistant: Jean Mitry. Producer: Jacques Becker. Cinematography: Marcel Lucien, Asselin. Cameramen: Paul Fabian, Claude Renoir. Montage: Marguerite Renoir. Sound: Bugnon, Joseph de Bretagne. Set Design: William Aguet, Jean Castanier. Assistant Editor: Suzanne de Troye. Script Girl: Mimi Champagne. Cast: Pierre Renoir (Inspector Maigret), Winna Winfried (Else Andersen), Georges Térof (Lucas), Georges Koiudria (Carl Andersen), Digimont (Oscar), Lucie Vallat (Mme Oscar), G.A. Martin (Grandjean), Jean Gehret (Emile Michonnet), Jane Pierson (Mme Michonnet), Jean Mitry (Arsène), Michel Duran (Jojo), Max Dalban (the doctor), Boulicot (the policeman), Manuel "Raaby" Rabinovitch (Guido).
"I tried to give the impression that the mud sticks when you walk in the mud and that the fog blocks your view when you walk in the fog."
"Perhaps only a grain-of-salt audience, who takes pleasure in imperfections, who likes to see a film as it knocks itself together, can appreciate this night of disorder and chaos, crime and eroticism, humor and premonition, this NIGHT AT THE CROSSROADS."
Inspector Maigret solves a crime.
This Renoir film, made in the early sound era between two of his finest, rawest films, LA CHIENNE (THE BITCH) and BOUDU SAUVÉ DES EAUX (BOUDU SAVED FROM DROWNING), is a strange adaptation of a popular Georges Simenon mystery novel of the same name, and the first film to put Simenon's famous Inspector Maigret to work in cinema. NIGHT AT THE CROSSROADS is set entirely at a real crossroads between industrial and agricultural France called Bouffémont, a crossroads of the classes nineteen miles north of Paris. Amidst gas pumps, garages, running boards, and damp fields, a Jewish diamond dealer, Goldberg, has been murdered. Inspector Maigret (played by Renoir's brother Pierre) is called in to investigate; a brother and sister curio, Carl and Else Andersen (Georges Koiudria with a black monocle, like a thumb-hole in his eye, and the sublime erogenous zone Winna Winfried) are prime suspects, but as the "obscure network of nocturnal grapplings and multiple character reversals" (Rosenbaum, 'Number Seventeen') begin to mount, and the overwhelming sensuousness and sensuality of the locale and people begin to take hold, any clear solution to the mystery—perhaps simply reality (the "Renoir river of uncertainty" as Durgnat wrote)—is overtaken.
Renoir and crew "hot with passion for our job, which we dreamed of wresting from the grip of commerce" consciously "subordinated the plot to the atmosphere" that were both present in Simenon's original novel; the cinematographic result is so thick with sound and abberance that it irrevocably stamped three of the most radical practitioners of the modern sound film: Jean-Luc Godard, Jean-Marie Straub and Daniele Huillet, who together hailed it the greatest of all thrillers and one of the most beautiful films in existence. In a seminal text on film sound called "Sound Thinking", critic Jonathan Rosenbaum was moved to write:
"...the voluptuous, intricate uses of direct sound in Renoir's LA NUIT DU CARREFOUR and Straub-Huillet's MOSES UND ARON have moral and political consequences by proposing that we live in much richer, more symbiotic places than the insulated box frames conjured by most movies."
The opening of the ear to mixed accents, dialogue suddenly drowned out by other sounds of the world, the sound of objects or non-speech is still somewhat taboo film practice and often perceived as defective if directly recorded from reality on the soundtrack (whereas, illogically, amplified and artificial sound effects are given free reign and the benefit of the doubt). "In any case, the audience must have good ears since the imperfections (sic) of the sound in addition to Renoir's cult of natural accents gives us a soundtrack not entirely perceptible on first 'hearing' (Bernard Chardère, Jean Renoir ).
The liberations of NIGHT OF THE CROSSROADS have not aged.
CAHIERS: We recently saw NIGHT AT THE CROSSROADS again. The striking thing is that this is an imaginary adventure film. You never try to produce terror but, rather, a kind of disorientation, and at the same time it's incredibly realistic.
RENOIR: The otherworldly (féerique) quality came despite me, and simply because an intersection nineteen miles outside Paris on a road going north is an enchanted place. When you drive around at night on the roads outside Paris, you're in fairyland. In the end, reality is always fairylike. In order to avoid making reality seem otherworldly, certain writers go to a great deal of trouble to present it in a truly strange light. But if we leave it as it is, it's otherworldly.
—Cahiers du cinéma no. 78, Christmas 1958.
JEAN-LUC GODARD ON NIGHT AT THE CROSSROADS
"His most mysterious film. An unintentional mystery, perhaps, as Jean Mitry lost three reels after shooting was completed and the film had to be edited without them. But the reason does not alter the result. (...)
"Watching this strange and poetic film, one experiences fear. A fear which is not yet fear, but which nevertheless already comprises its own explanation. In the same way, Pierre Renoir-Maigret solves his problem before it has even been posed. At last we can understand the exclamation which Simenon places in Maigret's mouth at the end of each investigation: 'Simple. Why didn't I think of it sooner!' In 'chiaroscuro' there is 'chiaro'—'clear'. Thanks to Renoir, we have no difficulty in sharing that clarity.
"Gunshots shattering the darkness; the purr of a Bugatti setting of in the pursuit of the traffickers (a sublime subjective tracking shot through the streets of the sleeping village); the air of confusion, craziness or corruption about the villagers wandering on the main road; Winna Winfried with her English accent and the curious eroticism of her drug-addicted, philosophizing Russian; Pierre Renoir's lazy eagle eye; the smell of rain and of fields bathed in mist: every detail, every second of each shot makes NIGHT AT THE CROSSROADS the only great French thriller, or rather, the greatest French adventure film of all."
—Cdc no. 78, Renoir Special Issue, Dec. 1957
Translation: Tom Milne, Godard on Godard.
Raymond Durgnat's chapter on NIGHT AT THE CROSSROADS from his book Jean Renoir (1974) is fantastic, one of the more nuanced and detailed examinations of the film I've found. Some excerpts:
"Along with its contemporary, Dreyer's VAMPYR (1932), another purely perfunctory 'mystery', its Stimmung is inspired by location. Where Dreyer's is a film of mists, moonlight and flour (photographic whites), Renoir's is a film of fog, night and rain (photographic blacks). In both films even suspense is soft-pedaled. A hand slips two bottles of poisoned beer through a window, but this echo of Fantomas is neither melodramatic nor Surrealist. It is, rather, an abrupt modulation of the confusion. Boldly composed shots seem veiled, clogged, muffled by the obscure osmosis of mist and night, of headlamps blurrily staring through the rain, of strained-for sounds beyond a wall. This road is the Renoir river of uncertainty, but in its spiritually sinister guise. Though this was the epoch of shallow focus, there is little reverse-angling; Renoir works over the limit of focus, and the resultant softness and the black foreground silhouettes recall coagulations of tenebrous air.
"The film smells of wet earth, of oiled metal, of woodsmoke and manure, of a sulky stove which Maigret has to coax..."
"NIGHT AT THE CROSSROAD's internal, psychic elements are the eerie continuity between sleep, drugs, delirium and dying; and the contrast between a diffuse yet pervasive ignorance, and the passive, roving acuity of Maigret. The events seem not so much committed by the characters as exuded by them, like sweat, or by the atmosphere, like rain."
"Perhaps (Renoir) is playing with a feeling that some mysterious poison afflicts many working-class people's relationship with the larger society. This poison is not their innate inferiority; and it doesn't lead to the theoretically possible right-wing option, for Renoir's every instinct is egalitarian. Nor would it be in character for Renoir to blame Communism. For to do so would be to suppose that an ideology in itself can form the whole man in its image. The grain of Renoir's thought runs the other way. He usually implies that a man is formed by every aspect of an entire life-style, in which various partial and local patterns must appear, of which ideology is only one. A French working-class Communist could not but be a human being, a Frenchman, a worker, and a Communist, in that order. The category Frenchman appears, not out of patriotism (still less chauvinism), but simply because the label France is a (misleadingly simple) umbrella word for a multiplicity of factors: geographic, historical, social, personal, pediatric and, yes, gastronomic. Renoir's sensitive awareness of class borrows from Marxism principally its sense of continuous class struggle. Though he, later, seeks conciliatory solutions, he never quite forgets it."
RENOIR ON THE PRODUCTION
"I asked my brother Pierre to play the role of the commissioner Maigret and found a strange creature, a kind of bizarre seventeen-year-old girl, with a very pale face, whose name was Winna Winfried. I don't believe in the term photogenic, but it happens that this girl justifies its use. Just put her in front of a camera, and everything works. Her voice also works. She delighted the sound engineer, and she also delighted me."
—"Propos rompus", Cdc no. 155, May 1964.
"After a period of involuntary unemployment, neither my first nor my last, I again yielded to the temptation to produce a film of my own. The money came to me from private sources, nothing to do with the film trade. The story was based on a wonderful novel by my friend, Simenon, entitled LA NUIT DU CARREFOUR. Jacques Becker was production manager, my nephew, Claude Renoir, was assistant cameraman; the script-girl was Mimi Champagne and Jo de Bretagne was in charge of sound. All friends, in short, with my brother Pierre playing the leading part. The supporting cast were all amateurs except for a few professional actors who were personal friends. The team also included a musicologist, Jean Gehret, the painter, Dignimont, the film-critic Jean Mitry, and the dramatist, Michel Duran. My aim was to convey by imagery the mystery of that starkly mysterious tale, and I meant to subordinate the plot to the atmosphere. Simenon's book wonderfully evoked the dreariness of that crossroads situated nineteen miles from Paris. I do not believe there can be a more depressing place anywhere on earth. The small cluster of houses, lost in a sea of mist, rain and mud, are magnificently described int he novel. They might have been panted by Vlaminck.
"We rented one of the houses at the crossroads, which happened to be empty, and there set up our quarters. A good many of the team slept on the floor in the living-room. We had our meals there. When the darkness was as mysterious as we wished we aroused the sleepers and went to work. Within twenty miles of Paris we led the life of explorers of a lost land. In the matter of mystery the result exceeded our expectations, particularly since, two reels having been lost, the story was pretty well incomprehensible, even to its author.
"Marcel Lucien, the cameraman, achieved some remarkable fog effects, and the actors, both amateur and professional, were so influenced by that sinister crossroads that they became part of the background. They enacted a mystery in a way they could never have done in the comfort of a studio. NIGHT AT THE CROSSROADS remains a completely absurd experiment that I cannot think of without nostalgia. These days, when everything is so well organized, one cannot work in that kind of way."
—Renoir, My Life, My Films
Sequence from HISTOIRE(S) DU CINÉMA
Chapter 4b, "The Signs Among Us (Les Signes parmi nous)
1988-89. Périphéria, Gaumont. France. 4 minute excerpt.
Directed by Jean-Luc Godard.
"There was a novel by Ramuz that told: one day a peddler arrived in a village by the Rhône river, he became friends with everyone because he could tell a thousand and one stories, but then a storm came and lasted for days and days, and so the peddler told them: it is the end of the world, it is the end of the world, but the sun finally returned, and the villagers chased the poor peddler away, this peddler was the cinema, it was the cinema, it was." (JLG)
Program total running time: 2 hour and 6 minutes.
There will be no introductions.
Program Notes provided at the Door.
Doors open at 7:30pm, film at 8pm.
$5 Suggested Donation.
Special Thanks to Chloe Reyes, Cristina Fernandes, Michael Raine.