The
Devil, Probably (1977)
Directed
by: Robert
Bresson.
Written
by: Robert
Bresson.
Starring:
Antoine
Monnier (Charles), Tina Irissari (Alberte), Henri de Maublanc (Michel), Laetitia
Carcano (Edwige), Nicolas Deguy (Valentin), RĂ©gis Hanrion (Dr. Mime, Psychanalyste),
Geoffroy Gaussen (Libraire), Roger Honorat (Commissaire).
In the film of Robert Bresson,
suffering is often only alleviated by death. His is not a happy filmography, as
his title characters – in Au Hasard Balthazar (1966) or Mouchette (1967) have
lives of suffering and pain, that is only relieved by death – for Balthazar,
when he is finally allowed to stop working and being tormented so he can lie in
a field and die, and for Mouchette, finally stopping the abuse through suicide.
By the time he made his penultimate film, The Devil Probably, in 1977, he had
to have known people were onto his tricks, and I think he’s poking fun at them
in the film. His final film – L’Argent (1983) messes with you more because of
what you know about Bresson’s previous films – which makes where that one ends
up even more devastating. But between all these masterpieces, there is this
film which I found to be insufferable. Perhaps I was supposed to though – we
cannot possibly be meant to like or sympathize with Charles, the main character
in this film are we? Next time someone tells you millennials are spoiled and
entitled brats, and it’s different in this generation than in previous ones,
show them this film. Charles has them all beat by a mile.
Charles, played by Antoine
Monnier, you see is a pure soul. He’s brilliant, but depressed. He sees through
all the phoniness around him see – the emptiness of political engagement, of philosophy,
or psychology, etc. He’s not crazy, he tells a psychologist near the end of the
film – he just sees things too clearly. Throughout much of the film, I wondered
just how seriously we were supposed to take Charles – does he actually believe
the idiocy that comes out of his mouth, or is it all just a line (if it was a
line, it was working – he has two beautiful young women fighting over who gets
to save him through sex). But no, it appears, it is no line – Charles believes
it. The question is, does Bresson?
I don’t think he does – while
Bresson recognizes how Charles believes his own bullshit, and how those around
him mistake that for depth, he also mocks them for it. There earnest readings
as the show footage of environmental destruction, and people clubbing baby
seals is certainly meant as mockery, isn’t it?
Ultimately, I do think that Bresson
is trying to have it both ways in The Devil, Probably – trying to show just how
seriously Charles –and the other youths in the movie – take themselves, and
especially how Charles takes his “suffering”, while at the same time, mocks
them for not really understanding the world around them. As he showed in Au
Hasard Balthazar, Mouchette and L’Argent, the world can be a brutal, unfeeling,
cold, cruel world. But the protagonists of those movies had much more to
complain about that Charles, who sadly will never grow old to realize what an
idiot he was as a teenager like the rest of us have to. I find much of
Bresson’s work to be profound and moving – but not this one, which is more
annoying than anything else.
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