Der Lastwagen

I know Marguerite Duras is famous, but The Lorry is one of the most boring movies I've ever sat through. I wonder if even her biggest fans enjoyed this one. Perhaps they did, since they got to pretend they were hanging out in her living room while she spitballed her next story idea.

When I tell you that nothing happens in this movie, it's actually true. For eighty minutes, Marguerite sits at a table in her home and talks about a movie she's going to make. Sometimes she reads aloud passages from the script and sometimes she just talks about her vision for what would happen. Sometimes the film cuts to exterior shots of the open road, since her would-be movie is about a hitchhiker in a truck. Sometimes there are long silences. Sometimes her one-person audience, Gérard Depardieu, asks a question. Sometimes he just sits there and turns the page of the script. If you have insomnia and sleeping pills don't work, put this movie on for ten minutes. It worked for me several times.

The relationship between film and narrative severed-or alternatively reinforced. Duras reads a script to Gerard Depardieu in her house. The script describes the scenario for an imaginary film in which a woman hitches a ride on a truck by the sea and launches into a monologue-with occasional interdictions, responses, questions from the (male) driver-sometimes closing her eyes and launching into song, observing the landscape (apparently inaccurately), hinting at stories, providing vague hints of a family connection (the birth of her daughter's child), a love affair, her disillusionment with the present state of Marxist politics, the complicity of the proletariat's official representatives with those of the power structure they ostensibly seek to overthrow, 'ruin' the only politics. Duras describes this in the conditional tense-this is what she would have said if we had made this film-yet this description is itself scripted, everything under a tight control belying the vagueness, the dissolution, the aimlessness imparted by dialogue and scenario. Depardieu's questions seem, too, to be scripted, his and Duras' eyes fleeting downwards to the pages of script they held even when the dialogue appears spontaneous. They are not the female passenger and the male driver, but of course they cannot not be read as analogues. As in 'Le Navire Night', in which the focus on settings, costumes, the process of make-up, are disconnected from any dramatized acting of the scenarios described, film becomes a record of narration rather than an embodiment of what's narrated; but as one critic points out, perhaps this makes 'Le Camion' more truly a 'narrative film' than any conventional film narrative.

The film cuts between Duras and Depardieu, filmed in one setting at night, in another at dusk; between shots, filmed from a moving vehicle, of the landscape-factories, lorry parks, the edges of towns constituting neither the urban built environment nor the rural; spaces of transport and passage-and shots of the titular blue lorry travelling through it, Beethoven's Diabelli Variations intermittently coming and going as if on the truck's radio. Duras notes in her script that the film could be shot in various different locales-all of them outside the metropolitan centre, through-spaces, neglected spaces, a 'land of migrants'. As such, they destabilise notions of national belonging, of the power relations read into landscape, while suggesting the fate of the economic periphery, that to the side of dominant narratives, in a manner far removed from the conventional representational framings of social realism, cinema verité, and the like. Like the room in which Duras and Depardieu read, the script describes the lorry's cabin as both darkroom and prison, safe house and space of incarceration. "I feel as though you and I, too, are threatened by the same light that they are frightened of; the fear that all of a sudden the lorry's cab, this darkroom, may be flooded by a stream of light, you see...The fear of a catastrophe: political intelligence /understanding." Is that fear the fear of political intelligence, or is its fear political intelligence in itself? What might this catastrophe be, insulated but constantly on the move? Is this even all an extended metaphor for the 'fellow traveller'? The film that would have been-yet which, in its rehearsal, retelling, conjectural description, is a film-is that stand in for the idea of revolution, of a non-derailed, non-betrayed communism that refuses compromises with the established order, in what Duras describes as a bargain between capitalism and socialism, "the infinite delay of any free revolution".

"Several explanations would have been possible".

Lucky to see this movie at a Duras Film Festival in Chicago many years ago. Duras and Gérard Depardieu read a script while we watch a truck make its rounds with Diabelli Variations in background.. Can't explain why it works but it does. I read an essay about this movie and it spoke to an "autism" in its style. Not sure the story matters but it is about a lone Jewish Hitch hiker who is picked up by the truck driver. I also believe it recounts Duras's involvement in the French Communist Party. I don't understand why movies directed by Duras are not on DVD. Must be something she wrote in her will. Who owns these movies? I especially would like to see "Moderato Cantabille" on DVD.

Marguerite Duras is having a conversation with Gerard Depardieu about a film she intends to shoot, whose script she is holding in her hands. That movie is Le camion. This relaxed conversation alternates with long shots of landscape images shot from the truck window, taking advantage of Beethoven's Diabelli variations to give the viewer something to enjoy.

Marguerite pretends to know what she's talking about and looks up as if telling Gerard what she's thinking, but obviously it's not that at all, because mid-sentence she has to glance at the page she's holding, or shamelessly start reading. Of course, she says each sentence delighting in her creativity as if she were devising the Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus.

The script she is reading is ridiculous, uninteresting, a delirious conversation between a trucker and a hitchhiker woman about the origin and end of the world, about the universe, about the proletariat; but Gerard Depardie is forced to say again and again I see, and put on a face of understanding or athat of someone experiencing an epiphany with each enigmatic outburst from Duras.

The film seems conceived, written and made in a couple of hours. That is not serious because obviously it has cost nothing: neither money nor effort. I guess Gerard Depardieu would participate for free, because he has nothing to do either, not even learn a script, since like Duras, he reads directly from some pages in front of him. I suppose that in those years he would find it a prestigious project.

Pulling on its literary prestige, she always had great names in French cinema acting in her sometimes unbearable films, and it is always interesting to see Jeanne Moreau or Delphine Seyring, even if they do nothing more than wander in front of the camera. When she wants to give her films more packaging, she also hires cinemagraphers like Sacha Vierny.

In Cannes Le camion was a scandal, and Duras seems to have had to endure insults. Terrible, this woman did no harm to anyone filming Le camion: I don't think she needed subsidies to make this film, I don't think anyone was fooled by promoting it as an action film...anyone who entered the cinema could expect what they would find.

We also have to thank her for never shooting that script she had planned: a shooting that, as she herself says, would be fast, cheap, in black and white. To make it clear that none of the images would correspond to that unshot film, what we see is in color.

Definitely not among Duras best.

Intellectually explosive material here from Duras, which got her booed at Cannes. Highly feminist without providing any signposting as such. I guess a point is that a lorry driver and a millionaire, are both men, and this similarity brings them closer together than a man and a woman. Both a communist and a capitalist fixate on the material. Karl Marx and Adam Smith are both men. Marguerite Duras hopes you are very angry reading this.

OK, so what set of images and sounds do we have here? We have two types of scenes, either scenes of a blue lorry amongst industrial sprawl, or Marguerite Duras herself and Gerard Depardieu talking through a script about a hitch-hiker and a lorry driver. Duras' modus operandi with many of her films is to get you to see the real images of the film in your head, with the actual images on the screen merely your facilitator. You are to complete the story (as when you read a book). As it is, even this is difficult as the physical progress of the story is monotonous, however we are free to luxuriate and terrify ourselves in the simple yet sublime task of imagining the ocean, for example.

Collusion between classes is hinted at, a pact to mutilate our true selves. Dismayed talk about children being trained to be less personal foreshadows a later work, Les Enfants.

The images from Bruno Nyutten are almost paradoxically beautiful, how can the devastated countryside soothe the eyes so much? Rows of spindly leafless trees benefit from the accompanying Diabelli variations, and magic hour filming works its magic.

Pauline Kael famously spent two paragraphs dismissing Star Wars and seven paragraphs analysing Le camion, all within the same article around the time both were released (there also followed seven paragraphs on the prison film Short Eyes). Marguerite reveals herself in the film as quite the bright-eyed wampyr, disdainful of the patriarchy. Certainly she deserves triple and then some the attention of Star Wars.

This film is a punishment for being your conditioned self, or a billet-doux. Choose.