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The Unforgotten 

François Ozon's latest grapples with what happens when the people we love are no longer there

Wednesday, May 23 2001
In the movies, dead husbands and dearly departed boyfriends have an irksome habit of revisiting the women who once loved them -- usually at inconvenient moments. Consider Demi Moore in Ghost. Poor thing had to put up with the dramatically challenged shade of Patrick Swayze, who droned on and on about a botched mob hit. How about the beautiful, beleaguered Brazilian widow in Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands, suddenly forced to choose between her exciting (albeit expired) husband and a real-live dullard who promises her a few earthly comforts. And let's not forget the plight of Juliet Stevenson in the charming 1991 sleeper Truly Madly Deeply: Her musician-lover returned from the Beyond and installed himself in her London flat with half a dozen seedy, bellowing fellow-ghosts representing three or four different centuries and several peculiar modes of dress. Try getting rid of that bunch.

The heroine of François Ozon's Under the Sand has a similar (but not identical) problem. While on summer vacation in southwest France with her husband of 25 years, English-born Marie Drillon (Charlotte Rampling) looks up from her snooze on a beach blanket and finds her beloved Jean ... gone. Vanished. After the customary searches, creepy police encounters, and unspoken speculations (suicide? drowning? flight?), Marie retreats back into her life as a middle-aged literature professor in Paris. True to film form, though, Jean (Bruno Cremer) just won't stay out of the frame. She imagines him drowsing in their bed and makes small talk with him at the breakfast table. He materializes in her every vision and remains stubbornly fixed in the present tense. Marie remains "married" despite the best efforts of friends (Alexandra Stewart and Pierre Vernier are two) to divert her attention and urge her onward in life.

Inevitably, another man enters the picture. He's an understanding, considerate good guy called Vincent (Jacques Nolot) and in a way Marie takes to him. Certainly, she's flattered by his attentions. But big, bulky Jean won't go away. We're all but certain he's not a ghost -- Sand doesn't really dabble in the supernatural -- but the product of Marie's love and nagging curiosity. The baffled wife cannot bring herself to remove his wrinkled jacket from his chair or herself from his spell. "Hold me tight," she whispers to his palpable presence. Not to worry. He will.

In observant, well-made earlier features like Water Drops on Burning Rocks and Criminal Lovers, writer/director Ozon, now 33, gave us reason to believe that French cinema (at least that tiny fraction of it that crosses the Atlantic) hasn't really gone the way of the local bifteck. He confirms that promise here with a beautifully acted, carefully written meditation on one woman's grief, the enigma of imagination, the persistence of desire, and -- let's face it -- the power of denial. She would rather cling to a living mystery than to dead facts. To be sure, keeping a husband's memory alive is admirable, especially in a country where adultery is not a sin but a sacrament. Descending into morbid obsession about him is another thing altogether. But French moviegoers have seen it before. For my francs, the greatest film ever made on the subject is François Truffaut's The Story of Adele H., in which the daughter of Victor Hugo is gripped by her passion for a lost lover so powerful that it survives even the conscious destruction of its object.

Ozon may not be the next Truffaut -- not yet, anyway -- but he shows a deft touch here, especially with details. Rampling, lovely in her middle years, gazes into the looking glass, finds an apparent defect, and, in a gesture that speaks volumes about aging and the assumed comforts of marriage, works a dab of emollient into a cheekbone. Before Jean's disappearance, Cremer lumbers off into the woods for a walk and impulsively overturns a rock, revealing a teeming underworld of insect life. Entranced by illusion, Marie cocks an ear to the dead silence of her living room and asks, "Jean? Are you home?" We don't know whether to feel warmed or chilled, but we certainly feel the gulf of unknowing into which the heroine has slipped.

For the poet-tasters in the house, Ozon also indulges in a bit of subtle literary play. As it happens, Marie is teaching Virginia Woolf's The Waves to her class of undergraduates, and it has quite an effect on her. Woolf devotees may remember that in the final pages of that resolutely introspective novel, published in 1931, an old man named Bernard takes stock of his life and that of five lifelong friends and realizes that his very consciousness has commingled with theirs, like waves rolling on the sea. They are parts of a whole, segments of a mind.

That idea, of course, is a major subtext of Under the Sand -- the profound effects that love, or even simple proximity, have on the soul. Wisely, Ozon doesn't tell us everything about Marie Drillon (she's more complex than it first seems), and he tells us almost nothing about the film's missing person, who's not really missing at all. That's as it should be: Adrift on the changing, changeless sea of life, we're supposed to figure out some things for ourselves -- and come up with our own answers. Under the Sand gives us that chance.

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