Veteran Cavalier and the memory of Irene
"Will the film I’m working on turn out well in the end or implode?" When experienced, 77-year-old director Alain Cavalier, who won the Jury Prize at Cannes in 1986 and participated in competition in 1993, asks himself this question, he has just fallen on screen with his tiny camera on a Parisian escalator and presents his swollen face before the lens.
But not only does Irene [+see also:
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Directed in collaboration with Françoise Widhoff, Irene looks back at a painful event in Cavalier’s past, the death of his girlfriend in a car accident in early 1972 ("like lightning, she was lost forever", "I cried out and then collapsed"). Delving into his detailed diary of the time ("the inspiration, substance and, at the same time, danger of these notebooks is Irene"), the director describes a woman who vainly pursued happiness, a love affair with highs and lows and the passage of time that fails to heal wounds. He reveals innermost secrets, as well as the craftsman-like and lonely production of his film.
From the house where he learned of Irene’s death to anonymous hotel rooms, from the young woman’s native city of Lyon to the director’s current home, Cavalier’s camera movements are as discreet as his sense for meaningful images is outstanding. These images are accompanied by a captivating voice-off, which recounts anecdotes from the months preceding Irene’s death.
Plunging deeper and deeper into the intimate, without shying away from the darkest sides of his life in a couple ("I take the boat to the other side and I reach the realm of shadows"), the filmmaker weaves a cinematic kaleidoscope which gradually takes shape, from photos to paintings, from movie theatre toilets to a deserted chateau, from the sea to the countryside, from mirrors to drawers.
Given his modest technical equipment, he pulls off a cinematic feat by inventing with great simplicity and formidable success some very evocative scenes (a watermelon and an egg to describe childbirth by forceps; a frame reflected in three petanque balls). Moreover, Irene lacks neither humour (Cavalier speaks to a poster of Sophie Marceau), nor dramatic confessions ("today, I ask you to forgive me"). It is an unusual work which, following Le filmeur [+see also:
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Produced by Camera One, Irene was co-produced by Pyramide (who are handling domestic distribution and international sales) and Arte France Cinéma. The title received pre-sales from Canal + and Ciné Cinéma.
(Translated from French)
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