The Wages of Fear

The Wages of Fear

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Awarded the Palme d’Or amid much mouth-frothing from the American press over its alleged communist credentials, Henri-Georges Clouzot’s The Wages of Fear now seems much less like Salt of the Earth-as-a-potboiler and a lot more like the spiritual godfather to every testosterone-fueled thrill ride since. Time has inevitably eradicated the contemporary circumstance that fed its political reception and modern audiences will surely recognize that howls of anti-Americanism said more about the accuser than the accused. If anything, Fear now registers as the callous post-World War II flipside to Casablanca, in which people have been scattered not only into pockets of nobility, but also outposts of pusillanimity.

The movie opens in Las Piedras, a parched, godless shantytown on the outskirts of a South American oil jackpot, where Clouzot (in no rush) introduces his rogue’s gallery of international losers even the Nazis in Argentina wouldn’t have. They spit, steal each other’s clothes, pet women like dogs, and all pine for the chance to scrape together enough bread to make their journey back home, where hopefully everyone has forgotten whatever they did to necessitate their dislocation. For Mario (Yves Montand, half-surly, half-homoeroticized), Jo (Charles Vanel), ex-Nazi Bimba (Peter Van Eyck), and poor Luigi (Folco Lulli) with his cement-caked lungs, that chance comes when one of the squatting oil conglomerate’s rigs ignites, killing some of the village natives. The unwelcome interlopers take the oil company’s fat paycheck to drive a pair of big rigs across a treacherous couple hundred miles to the fire. Their job becomes a grueling journey across a minefield, only the mines are strapped to the insulated flatbeds of their trucks: They’re to deliver massive payloads of nitroglycerin to the site so crews can detonate and extinguish the burning pyre.

Clouzot’s inhuman touch was made for a scenario like this. Unlike his flailing thriller Diabolique, which needed at least some semblance of an empathetic core to justify its protracted “gotcha!” climax, Clouzot’s nihilism distends Wages. (If Diabolique was Clouzot’s bid to out-Hitchcock Hitchcock, Wages is a little bit like a Howard Hawks thriller, only without the mitigating presence of women.) Literally and figuratively, the four men are lost souls propelled forward not by their belief in the mission, but rather because there’s no other choice but death, either in Las Piedras or holding the steering wheel of a mobile bomb. When their nerves begin to fray and their patience is repeatedly tested, Clouzot presents them without pity, and Jo in particular becomes a whimpering, flatulent jellyfish. (Vanel’s gutsy descent from Mediterranean brawler to paunchy bawler earned him a citation at Cannes as well.) Perversely, though, it’s Clouzot’s seeming lack of empathy that allows the four of them to emerge as humans. Sure, they’re cowardly, desperate, and merciless in their pursuit of that $2,000 ticket home, but by God and the Southern Oil Company, they’re alive. Just.


I thought The 400 Blows looked good for a black-and-white transfer, but The Wages of Fear almost blows it out of the crude moat. The restored print contains very little film damage, and even if black levels fade in and out, other scenes, like the sun-baked battle against a rickety wooden bridge to nowhere, are rendered utterly stark. I detected no major artifacts. The monaural sound doesn't exactly pack a punch even when stuff starts blowing up, but it's nice to know that Criterion is willing to assign uncompressed soundtracks to all their releases, regardless of their age or sonic limitations.


The extra features are the same as could be found on the earlier DVD reissue. They include video interviews with assistant director Michel Romanoff and Henri-Georges Clouzot biographer Marc Godin, as well as five minutes' worth from a 1988 interview with Yves Montand, no longer looking quite the hanky-necked Jean Genet fantasy he did in 1953. Also included is an hour-long documentary on Clouzot's career (focusing particular attention on his wife and leading lady Vera, who took on the only notable female role in Wages) and a scene-by-scene examination of the 50 minutes cut from the film for its original U.S. release. As much as I'd like to confirm that most cuts were made by anti-Red gargoyles, it seems apparent that at least a few of the earlier scenes were likely snipped in order to sell a two-and-a-half-hour behemoth as a sleek, 90-minute action flick.


A white-knuckled introduction to the concept of action-movie existentialism, The Wages of Fear makes for a pummeling black-and-white Blu-ray.

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  • Blu-ray Disc
  • Dual-Layer Disc
  • Region A
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 1.33:1 Full Frame
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • French 2.0 Mono
  • DTS
  • None
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English Subtitles
  • Special Features
  • Video Interviews with Assistant Director Michel Romanoff and Clouzot Biographer Marc Godin
  • Video Interview with Yves Montand from 1988
  • "Henri-Georges Clouzot: The Enlightened Tyrant" Documentary
  • "Censored": Analysis of Cuts Made to the Film for its U.S. Release
  • Booklet with Liner Notes by Dennis Lehane
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    Release Date
    April 21, 2009
    The Criterion Collection
    147 min
    Henri-Georges Clouzot
    Henri-Georges Clouzot, Jérôme Géronimi
    Yves Montand, Charles Vanel, Folco Lulli, Peter van Eyck, Véra Clouzot, William Tubbs, Darío Moreno