Na Cidade Branca

To drop out of society: this is one of the central topics in the films of Alain Tanner. Unfortunately, we cannot just vanish: we leave traces. We also leave commitments, partners, children, our post, the apartment. And if we get really able to reach the state of completely breaking off all outer belongings without touching our inner states, we are still far away from being free: We are neither free to do something, because in well-organized societies, my freedom-to stops exactly there where the freedom-to of my neighbor starts, and since we are crowded on this planet, there is not much to accomplish. And neither is our freedom-from so easily to achieve, because we live in a global society where only the suicide is for free.

In Tanners's "Messidor" we have Marie and Jeanne, whose freedom-to ends quickly, namely in the moment where there are out of money. In "Charles vif ou mort", Charles' freedom-from ends there, where he sees that it is not to accomplish without destroying the whole society, which is rather impossible. And in the never-land between freedom-to and freedom-from, there is Paul in "Dans la Ville Blanche", the Swiss sailor, who decides one day not go back to his ship but to stay in Lisbon until his money is gone. In a letter to his partner in Zurich, he writes: "I am not in vacation, since a vacation must be planned, and planning is work. I am doing NOTHING". All central characters of Tanner's movie want the same: to experiment how it is possible to experience the ABSENCE of something: the empty space as absence from the crowd, the empty time as the absence of obligations in society. And all of them fail sooner or later: either they cannot go on anymore, because the emptiness has turned into nonsense, or people do not let them go, because they want them put behind bars - of prisons or clinics.

This movie mesmerized me. It is loose jointed, like any traveler's experiences, and gives the viewer the feeling of living through a sailor's wayward days in Lisbon. Even though it hasn't much of a plot, it's curiously compelling. What drove the story for me was trying to figure out what was happening in the sailor's mind. One gets the feeling that he is going through a crisis, that this is a turning point in his life--ought he to keep on travelling, being a perpetual stranger, or should he go back to Germany & his lover/wife? The feeling accompanying this conflict verges between despair and sublimity--it evoked in me the same empty ache I felt the sailor was going through. Deceptively simple, but artful & subtle. A fine picture for all of us wanderers.

Ever been a tourist and thought of just staying where you are? This moody and reflective movie by Swiss director Alain Tanner captures this feeling for us all enticingly. The film has not had the showings it conspicuously deserves. It draws us in to contemplate what might happen if we simply stopped doing what we've always just done? And the haunting sense of authenticity is heightened using cuts of super-8 movie clips (as representations of a filmic mimicry of the pulse, taste and feel of life as it is lived on the edge).

Bruno Ganz (long before his Hitler portrayal) simply gets of the boat on which he was an engineer and loses himself and us in the sounds and sights of a foreign land. Lisbon evocatively unfurls before us in realistically plausible super-8 snatches as Ganz's character becomes enveloped in the flavour and mystery of a poor quarter of the city. Hopelessly drunk and plaintively playing his harmonica through the minutes and hours spent in his hotel room commanded by its dripping tap, the character posts film home to his wife in clinical Switzerland. Time and place are punctuated by escapes into drink, romance whilst the character clutches at every moment's freshness and tracing the lines of a web of ordinariness which is so easy to experience voyeuristically.The clock in the hotel symbolically goes backwards. Maybe there are times when perhaps we need to go back in order to move forward.

A Swiss sailor suffers a quiet spiritual crisis while AWOL in Lisbon, recording his thoughts and impressions with an old 8mm movie camera and sending the images home to his wife. Pursuing an elusive, aimless life away from all responsibility, he wanders the boulevards, spends idle hours in pool halls, and eventually begins a love affair with an equally lonely and independent young barmaid. Nothing is ever explicit in this restrained and taciturn drama; the sailor's mounting despair is communicated almost entirely through a steady stream of sensuous imagery. In its own quiet, confident manner the film is one of the more poetic evocations of isolation and solitude, and a poignant reminder of the heartbreak always lurking behind any dream of total freedom.

In his long career as one of Swiss cinema's biggest as well as famous directors, Alain Tanner has made many "self discovery" genre of films. These are films in which actors are mere tools to propagate directors' ideas about art, creativity and life as they also turn out to be their alter egos. The opinion about these films is divided. Some viewers consider them to be absolutely pretentious. There are also viewers who judge these films to be intelligent. As a film critic, I chose to watch this film as it is a film admired by my friend Jean-Jacques Beineix. In the white city is an intelligent film about loneliness, loss of companionship with surprising erotic elements. It would appeal to viewers as it raises many questions about which no definitive answers can be found. One is free to choose as many personal interpretations as possible. These questions are related to a person's desire to escape from everything which is an essential part of life. Dans La Ville Blanche / In the white city connects easily with viewers especially those intrepid souls who would like to escape from all forms of civilization. Apart from actor Bruno Ganz in one of the best roles of his career, city of Lisbon emerges as a major star attraction. It is worth exploring for the turbulent nature of its old city, markets, and pool halls.