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She Got Game 

Jacques Rivette's Duchess puts a postmodern spin on the oldest of love stories.

Wednesday, Mar 19 2008

Having returned from the center of Africa, "held prisoner by savages for two years before fleeing," the Marquis de Montriveau (Guillaume Depardieu) is the talk of Paris society. "How very amusing," deadpans the unflappable Duchess of Langeais (Jeanne Balibar). "None is more dull or somber," a friend sighs before consenting to introduce the duchess to the brooding Napoleonic War hero — since, after all, "he is à la mode."

Ah, the sophisticated drollery of the Gallic costume drama — and oh, what a queer spin given to the form by Jacques Rivette, canniest of the nouvelle vague masters, here adapting a Balzac text to his own strange and whimsical agenda. Written in 1818, Don't Touch the Axe (as the novella was originally known) is obliquely concerned with the Thirteen, a conspiratorial sect that pops up in La Comédie Humaine, Balzac's monumental cycle of interlinked novels. Long inspired by the paranoid networks simmering beneath the surface of placid Balzacian realism, Rivette here concentrates on the labyrinthine stratagems of heart, mind, bosom, and boner.

The Duchess of Langeais contemplates an especially crazy case of amour fou. We begin near the end, at a secluded Spanish monastery, where, after long questing, the marquis discovers the duchess hiding out in her new capacity as a Barefoot Carmelite nun. An elegant bit of theatricality literally pulls the curtain closed on this revelation to open a view, five years earlier, on the candlelit, tension-fraught ballroom where our principals meet cute, 19th-century style.

"I shall make her my mistress!" the infatuated Montriveau announces upon the threshold of his nightly rendezvous at 8 p.m. sharp. For her part, the maddeningly reticent duchess appears to be playing some sort of cinéma, as French conversation terms any willfully perverse charade. The Duchess of Langeais stages its drama with the help — or, one might say, the curiously poetic hindrance — of its enigmatic actors. Depardieu doesn't so much inhabit a role as embody a principle of hunky, craglike, inarticulate masculinity. Balibar responds with an impish, quizzical opacity, at once highly mobile and stubbornly fortified, flitting about with unfathomable coyness. The marquis is hardly the only one perplexed by her inscrutable romantic game. The duchess of Duchess is a quintessentially Rivettian puzzle — the former Cahiers du Cinéma critic might have called his latest The Girl Can't Help It.

"A vast melodic phrase," Rivette once wrote, "a continuous arabesque, a single implacable line which leads people ineluctably towards the as yet unknown, embracing in its trajectory a palpitant and definitive universe." He was writing about Roberto Rossellini, but the words serve as well as any to describe the elusive enchantment of his own mise-en-scène. Bemused, reflective, as keen to the contours of sentiment and ruse as a sentence by Henry James, Rivette's cinema (in both senses of the word) is detectable in the highly self-conscious blocking and framing of scenes, intermittently separated by title cards derived from Balzac, as well as the slyly awkward performance he elicits from Balibar, a live-wire intelligence whose unmistakably contemporary esprit cuts against the period grain of the picture. Rivette is mining the same vein of hypnotic, indeterminate time travel tapped by Arnaud Desplechin in Esther Kahn and Patrice Chéreau in Gabrielle, eminently perverse period pictures shaped by a quintessentially French synthesis of acute historical imagination (of costume, set, gesture, manner) and mischievous postmodernity.

Brisk by the measure of a typical Rivette picture, Duchess devotes its first hour to an agonizingly protracted nonconsummation — or even specification! — of the lovers' (haters'?) sentiments. Pivoting on the point of a white-hot brand the marquis threatens to press against the intractable head of his impossible mistress, the second half of the drama advances a new, equally confounding scenario, as the duchess drops her mask of capricious nonchalance and adopts the pose of a reckless supplicant for the marquis' affections.

None of which, en route to the nunnery and beyond, would seem out of place on Masterpiece Theatre were it not so obvious, in its deliciously obscure way, that Rivette is thinking as much about bodies in space as bodice-ripping theatrics, pondering the nature of Balibar first and something called "the Duchess of Langeais" second, using the codes of the past to transmit curious messages into the present. He is teasing his way, thinking afresh, playing a game but tweaking its rules, telling a story, but only sort of — making, in short, not simply a movie, but that ineffable magic called cinema.

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