Antoine und Antoinette

I can hardly begin to describe the charm of this film, though there's far more to it than charm. It's about young love, a couple in post-war Paris, threatened by jealousy and a sexual predator. But nothing dire. It's about the beauty of their love, and especially of the wife, and about how they live in this little community of work and neighborhood. A simple life, but the emotional temperature is raised by things like a bike accident (cf Bicycle Thief) and a missing lottery ticket (cf Le Million). The simple plot creates tension that balances between serious and comic, while the variety of characters whirl in a subtle and intricate dance. Apparently irrelevant moments give a wonderful texture. As when the bride, playing the piano at her wedding, hears her new husband say something that disappoints her, and we feel the sadness of their future life. Or the tiny tour-de-force of Gaston Modot and his partner at the lottery office. Or the scene at the bar at the wedding--an emotional roller coaster! The direction and editing are very sophisticated, elegant and unobtrusive. I love this movie.

"Antoine et Antoinette" is Jacques Becker's fourth movie and it takes place in a working-class milieu ;"Goupi Mains Rouges" was a rural thriller and "Falbalas" took us to the chic world of models and fashion.

At first sight,"Antoine and Antoinette" could be looked upon as an update of René Clair's "le Million" .But the latter has become -at least to these eyes- unbearable with its old-fashioned "songs" and its ludicrous -with the exception of the lovely Annabella- cast. "Antoine and Antoinette",on the other hand,retains its pristine charm ,it's very well acted ,and Becker's camera is fluid ,his sympathy for his characters is glaring ,qualities which will emerge again in such works as "Rendez-vous de Juillet" and his towering achievement "Casque D'Or" .

The lottery ticket as a way out of poverty was also in Julien Duvivier's classic "La Belle Equipe" ,but it was 1947 ,the baby boom time when people were optimistic in France .Roger Pigaut was one of the best romantic young leads of the era ,but he never became a big star ,which was unfair.As for his partner,Claire Mafféi ,she was virtually forgotten after Becker's film.Noel Roquevert who made hundreds of films (he played a small part in "les Diaboliques") is cast against type as a vicious middle age man,trying to sleep with Antoinette.

In his best works,Becker recreates a microcosm : the rural world of "Goupi" (it may be unrealistic,it works all the same),the enthusiastic bunch of students in "Rendez-vous de Juillet" ,the "Apaches" and their laws in "Casque d'Or" ,the prisoners in their cell in "le Trou".Here he works wonders when it comes to depicting the life of these humble people,their seedy apartments ,their metro,the work they are proud of ,and most of all the class solidarity through the pleasure and the pain.

The protagonists of Jacques Becker's Paris working-glass comedy is a young couple, the titular Antoine (Pigaut) and Antoinette (Mafféi), he works in a printing press and she in a department store, they don't have much savings and live in a frowzy apartment, but an exuberant sense of community permeates through their ordinary lives, and it is books marred by printing errors, which are given to Antoine gratis by his honcho and then circulated by Antoinette within her circle of friends in the working place and neighbors, that oils the wheels of this affecting community, and Becker's camera swirls and roves with great kinetic ease and facility in delineating this charming facet of quotidian breeziness.

A discordant note is added to the fold from Mr. Roland (a cross-eyed, importuning Roquevert), the proprietor of a local grocery store, who has a design on the comely Antoinette, and cunningly encroaches in front of their doorsteps on the pretense of repairing Antoine's broken bicycle, and his salacious intrusion will in time culminate near the coda with fisticuffs, which is unexpectedly utilized as a coup-de-thêàtre to swiftly shunt the story to an auspicious denouement.

A windfall of nearly 1 million francs lottery win takes the center stage, but it is the lingering trepidation that things will go awry compels us, from Antoine's witching-hour decision to conceal the lottery ticket inside a book, to an expedient retrieval in the morning after, until the hasting incident in front of the metro-ticket wicket, which ineluctably costs him his wallet with the ticket in it. When Antoine slumps into dismay, Antoinette, after receiving the tidings, doesn't act accordingly with the same miserabilism, being a sharp-witted, courageous woman, Antoinette is able to come to terms with the bad news because essentially their life remains as buoyant as the day before they hit the jackpot, nothing changes (save for her job), what dissipates can be viewed as a dashed dream, she has nothing but tenderness toward her blundered husband, this kind of sobriety and rapport, a merit intimates that women are generally more inclined to pull themselves together than the opposite sex, has sustained the film's undimmed appeal decades after.

However, Becker slyly wields his plot-thickening design to create consecutive surprises, the wallet is fortuitously returned, but the ticket is not the same one, a double whammy salted by Mr. Roland's untimely obtrusion, only to yield a subconscious revelation from Antoine that looks strangely rushed and somewhat unreal, still, the two leading players are marvelous together, Claire Maffé exudes a particularly chipper combination of moxie and sensibility and Roger Pigaut possesses a boyish simplicity and petulance that registers favorable impressions. Finally, let's hats off to Becker's adroit story-telling felicity and his profound compassion towards the have-nots, to a filmmaker whose renown would soon be eclipsed by the progressive nouvelle vague alumni before his death in 1960 due to the hereditary hemochromatosis, aged only 53.

It's pretty kitsch after all. But to see a neorealistic film from Paris after the war of a low class couple is interesting. But otherwise don't bother, I found the plot quite bland.

This is a simple story about ordinary people. The interesting part is the view it offers on the early post-WWII life in the Franch capital.