Série noire

IMDb synopsis says that Franck Poupart, played by Patrick Dewaere, is 'slightly neurotic'. It's actually much worse, Poupart is a complete maniac, left unsupervised in a jungle of HLM, terrains vagues, poverty and filth. He even readily mumbles to himself that he's psychotic.

I heard of Série noire when looking up Dewaere bio on wikipedia. It was mentioned how physically hard the filming was on the actors, and on Dewaere in particular. The characters keep fighting and shouting at each other, and they won't stop until they're completely exhausted or drunk. Except of course for Blier, who plays the soft spoken treacherous coward. I found this movie very close in spirit to Zola who would place weak personalities in a closed environment to sadistically observe what happens. Everyone is to blame for what happens, everyone is guilty.

This is a true chef d'œuvre, but a disturbing one, the kind of movie you'll be thinking of for days to come. It's all about madness, and you'll wonder how far you are from falling into it.

For this viewer at any rate the only two film versions of his novels that have captured the bleakness of Jim Thompson's world vision have been directed by Frenchmen.

Alain Corneau had hoped to film 'Cop 1280' but that was to be done two years later by Tavernier as 'Coup de Torchon' so Corneau and writer Georges Perec set about the task of adapting Thompson's 'A hell of a Woman' and transposing the setting from '50's America to 70's France.

The cinematographer on both films is Pierre-William Glenn.

Described by one critic as 'an excursion into Hell' this unutterably seedy, squalid, desolate, depressing, misanthropic and one would have to say, mesmerising piece, did not fare too well when first released but has since acquired cult status, mainly due to Patrick Dewaere's electrifying performance as the deranged Franck Poupart.

By all accounts Corneau would only consider Dewaere for the role and one can fully understand why. This talented actor was evidently a troubled soul whose inner darkness makes his portrayal terrifyingly real and one shudders to think just how much this performance must have taken out of him.

There are two women in Franck's life, his unpredictable wife Jeanne played by Myriam Boyer and the autistic prostitute Mona of Marie Trintignant whose mother Nadine happened to be Dewaere's partner at the time. Marie was sixteen and one wonders how her mother, or indeed her father Jean-Louis, felt about her first scene in which she bares all. Corneau later commented that working on this uncompromisingly adult film may have left its mark on her. Bertolucci said the same thing about Maria Schneider in 'Last Tango in Paris' but of course it is easy for a director to be sympathetic in hindsight.

Excellent performances from a small but select cast notably Bernard Blier whose son Bertrand had already directed Dewaere in two films.

The title 'Série Noire' is especially apt as it was the name of the publishing imprint which introduced Thompson's hard boiled works to French readers. It also loosely translates as 'run of bad luck' which in the case of Poupart is something of an understatement.

This film is not an easy watch but is essential viewing for all true cinéphiles and ranks as one of Corneau's finest. It is even more poignant in light of the tragic fate that befell both Patrick Dewaere and Marie Trintignant.

It seems appropriate here to mention that Jean-Louis Trintignant, one of France's greatest post-War actors, shuffled off this mortal coil in June of this year.

Probably the best film i never intend to watch again. This film is absolutely stressing, every minute of it is stressing. Nothing good ever happens, i cringe at every decision the lead ever made and the overall atmosphere is that of absolute claustrophobia. Everyone absolutely sucks in this film ( the character, not the actors), they are violent, selfish , mean spirited and cruel, with the exception of Mona which is portrayed as sort of a Venus at the same time as a saint. I thought her portrayal was a bit problematic since we get the idea that if you refuse to essentially take advantage out of someone , then this someone is immediately in debt with you. It also bothered me how the film makes you like her and root for her best and at the same time gives us a lead that sells her short in every chance he ever gets. Anyways, the film was good it's just a little bit too depressing for me, i got to say though that i was happy that it had a sort of a happy ending, i mean things probably went pretty badly for the characters after the end but i'm just grateful that the film chose not to show that.

The late seventies, the very dull east suburban area of Paris, winter, waste grounds and awful new towns in the landscape. The set is definitely a character of the film. An amazing thriller, very dark with unique characters, completely lost in their misery, although full of the little hopes of ordinary lives. The cast includes a wonderful Patrick Deweare as "Franck", a magnificent looser, and Marie Trintignant as "Mona" a desperate teenager, almost autistic. Their encounter is the lead of this bloody black romance, that will leave you, nevertheless, with an optimistic feeling...

Jim Thompson wrote dark thrillers that were turned into some superb films (The Getaway-Peckinpah, 1972; Pop. 1280, as Coup de torchon-Tavernier, 1981; The Grifters-Frears, 1990). In 1979, Alain Corneau took A Hell of a Woman and made Serie noire, one of the most remarkable French crime films. The tone is very bleak, and there is a strong element of surrealistic humor. Georges Perec co wrote the script and he contributed many nonsense words and phrases to Frank Poupart's role

Frank is a small time salesman in a Paris industrial suburb who supplements his meager earnings by stealing from his boss, Staplin. The latter has Frank tossed in jail, whereupon Mona, the seventeen-year-old girl Frank's fallen for, pays Staplin to have Frank released. Mona's aunt, who has been prostituting the girl to the neighbourhood men, now becomes a tempting target for robbery.

Marie Trintignant has made five pictures with Corneau; she has a dark, brooding quality (big black eyes) that is perfectly suited to this story. She plays the part of guardian-angel-cum-slut wonderfully. Bernard Blier is Staplin, the oily, dishonest boss to a T. Andreas Katsulas has a ball with his character, a guy so dumb you don't know how he functions in this world. Patrick Dewaere, who was to kill himself only three years after making the film, is astonishing as Poupart. Just look at the desperation behind the cool exterior, the wild things he does--smashing his head against the hood of his car, or almost drowning in the bathtub. There is a savagery about his work that you don't find in other French actors.