Romance sentimentale

In short, one of the landmark films in the development of avant garde cinema, ostensibly in the same Surrealist vein as Clair's "Entr'Acte," Cocteau's "Blood of a Poet" and Bunuel's "Un Chien Andalou" though with touches uniquely Eisenstein's. "Romance Sentimentale" set the stage for further experimentalist efforts, including the formal use of nature and contrapuntal sound. Interestingly, it was Eisenstein's only privately commissioned work, produced for the husband of the woman it features.

This film comes to us from director Sergei Eisenstein, best known for his film "Battleship Potemkin". I am a bit unclear about why this film was made in France when Eisenstein's previous work had been in Russia, but I am sure there is a simple answer if I just looked into it.

This film is not nearly as polished as "Potemkin", and is very experimental. In fact, it is so experimental that I am unclear what the goal was. The only thing I really recall about it (and I only watched it two days ago) is plenty of footage of a dog and some wind.

I have seen the film classified as a comedy, which further confuses me, because I did not see anything really funny about it. Maybe I missed the point? This could be, because I am still trying to figure out what "sentimental romance" means in the context of this film... and I just do not get it.

Well, here is a first. I just watched an "art film" and I didn't totally hate it. In fact, in a very odd way, it was rather compelling--though certainly NOT the type film I'd like to see very often (if I did, I'd have to change my name to "Dieter" and move to someplace chic, like Paris or Prague). This film by Grigori Aleksandrov and Sergei M. Eisenstein was apparently commissioned by the husband of the lady featured in this film.

To describe the film would be very hard, as it has no apparent plot or dialog, but here goes. In many ways, the film is like a combination of the Cocteau film BLOOD OF A POET, the paintings of Ansel Adams and a Russian music video. I know this all sounds strange and confusing, but this is pretty accurate. Until nearly the sixth minute, the film just shows bits of scenery here and there set to music. Then, scenes of a lovely Russian lady singing are inter-spiced into the film--along with some pointless images (such as the Cocteau inspired scene where the camera is run backwards as well as some star-bursts that an animator added in grand fashion towards the end). Aside from the pointless images, the film actually worked very well--a deft blending of moody music, images and camera-work--like something you might see in a modern art gallery. Not annoying and somewhat interesting (unlike BLOOD OF A POET).

It doesn't need saying that Sergei Eisenstein was one of cinema's most significant innovators, and his mastering of the montage was forever to alter how films were made and perceived by audiences. I can't confess to being Eisenstein's greatest admirer – not through any aversion to his work, but simply due to inexperience. Aside from the 'The Battleship Potemkin (1925),' a prerequisite for any budding film buff, I'd previously only seen his debut effort 'Glumov's Diary (1923),' a brief and plot-less short that is rather difficult to come by. 'Sentimental Romance (1930)' was co-directed by Eisenstein and Grigori Aleksandrov, who worked together on several occasions. This was the pair's first venture into "talkies," and I must admit to being impressed by the film's complex mastery of this new medium. Dialogue is absent, with the exception of the lone female protagonist's melancholy opera performance, and rhythmic editing is used to synchronise the music with the accompanying images. IMDb inexplicably lists 'Sentimental Romance' as a comedy short, which is odd since there isn't a trace of humour in sight.

Instead, this is one of the saddest films I've seen in weeks, a mournful and bittersweet ode to inescapable loneliness. I don't know what the singer (played by Mara Griy) was singing about, but her solitary plight really broke my heart. There are really two sides to Eisenstein and Aleksandrov's film. The first, comprising the opening five minutes or so, is a frenetic and zany montage of trees falling down, intercut with crashing ocean waves, which are spliced so ingeniously into place that I could swear I saw a shot of water actually engulfing a forest. Then everything slows down a bit, and Eisenstein briefly steps back from the editing console. The singer is introduced as a silent silhouette against a brightly-lit window, and the camera catches her movements smoothly and gracefully. Though likely inspired by the ever-more-popular Surrealist works of the late 1920s and 1930s – namely 'Un chien andalou (1929),' 'H2O (1929)' and 'The Blood of a Poet (1930)' – I like this effort much better. It lacks the pretensions of its contemporaries, and has considerably more heart than I imagined possible for a work of surrealism.

Well, if one has to foreground an experience, that is when a work I suppose is not terribly important, can have another medium illuminate it for him. What I mean is that, while watching this short, I could relate to it via Frank O'Hara's poetry, which owes a lot to and is inspired by Rachmaninoff's music, which is akin to the film's soundtrack.

Perhaps words, as in poetry, can delineate better the import of camp one wants to give: O'Hara certainly could, but I am not certain how much was voluntary camp in this film. Lacking any knowledge of Russian, I could not appreciate the lyrics, and obviously a big part is lost for me.

Yet the impression of kitsch remains. Eizenstein's notebooks show us that his sketches were equally imbibed by a homosexual (camp) sensitivity, and an epic, mischievous scale of revolutionary, ahem, comradeship: that is what makes it for me a sly pleasure. But if I were to look for a film that combines high camp and artistic achievement, I would try elsewhere, say in "Lot in Sodom".