Review: L’Amour Fou

The boredom-laced interlude with a Russian doll is itself an all-too-apt metaphor for the film.

L’Amour Fou
Photo: New Yorker Films

A transitional work for Jacques Rivette, the bridge to the superb Out 1 (and its equally masterful Spectre re-edit), L’Amour Fou relies heavily on its director’s newfound love of improvisation to achieve its aims and effects. The result is a mishmash of ideas and situations both brilliant and inane. A good stateside comparison, created around the same time, is John Cassavetes’s Faces, which, like L’Amour Fou, is a jagged-edge black-and-white psychodrama prone to rather unbelievably grand gestures in constrictively intimate settings.

Were I more of a Rivette-head, I might be able to forgive L’Amour Fou’s frequent lapses into overextended contrivance masquerading as on-the-fly and fly-on-the-wall spontaneity: The numerous switches between 16mm and 35mm footage (anticipating Atom Egoyan, for better and for worse) hint at an aesthetic conversation that never coalesces into anything particularly profound. It is, instead, a series of disconnected actorly moments performed, primarily, by Jean-Pierre Kalfon as playwright Sébastien and Bulle Ogier as his live-in girlfriend, Claire.

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L’Amour Fou’s best scenes are its early ones where Claire holes up in the duo’s apartment while Sébastien spends an increasing number of hours at a Paris theater, rehearsing a never-to-be-performed production of Racine’s Andromaque. An extended passage where Claire effectively disappears from the film (only to abruptly resurface as an attempted suicide) as well as a later, incredibly sustained sequence where the lovers exhaust their rekindled passions by destroying the home they both share are two more standout moments among too few.

These scenes are spread thin over the film’s feels-every-minute-of-its-four-hours runtime, and their impact is further dulled by a good bit of nails-on-chalkboard filler (the rehearsals are particularly extraneous, little more than a conceptual dry run for Out 1’s much more insightful examination of performance and how it extends, often violently, beyond the stage). Claire’s hilarious, boredom-laced interlude with a Russian doll is itself an all-too-apt metaphor for L’Amour Fou: much energy exerted for increasingly diminishing and hollow returns.

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 Cast: Bulle Ogier, Jean-Pierre Kalfon, Maddly Bamy, Étienne Becker, Yves Beneyton, Dennis Berry, Liliane Bordoni, Celia, Michel Delahaye, Josée Destoop, Françoise Godde, André S. Labarthe, Dider Léon, Michèle Moretti, Claude Richard, Patrice Wyers  Director: Jacques Rivette  Screenwriter: Marilu Paolini, Jacques Rivette  Distributor: New Yorker Films  Running Time: 255 min  Rating: NR  Year: 1969  Buy: Video

Keith Uhlich

Keith Uhlich's writing has been published in The Hollywood Reporter, BBC, and Reverse Shot, among other publications. He is a member of the New York Film Critics Circle.

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