PRIX DE BEAUTÉ

Augusto Genina

T. it.: Miss Europa. Sog.: Augusto Genina, René Clair, Bernard Zimmer, Alessandro De Stefani. Scen.: René Clair, Georg Wilhelm Pabst. F.: Rudolf Maté, Louis Née. Scgf.: Robert Gys. M.: Edmond T. Gréville. Mu.: Wolfgang Zeller, René Sylviano, Horace Shepherd. Co.: Jean Patou. Int.: Louise Brooks (Lucienne Garnier), Georges Charlia (André), Jean Bradin (Adolphe de Grabovsky), Augusto Bandini (Antonin), André Nicolle (segretario di redazione), Yves Glad (maragià), Gaston Jacquet (Duca de la Tour Chalgrin), Alex Bernard (fotografo), Marc Zilboulsky (manager). Prod.: Sofar, Parigi DCP. D.: 109’. 

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T. it.: Italian title. T. int.: International title. T. alt.: Alternative title. Sog.: Story. Scen.: Screenplay. F.: Cinematography. M.: Editing. Scgf.: Set Design. Mus.: Music. Int.: Cast. Prod.: Production Company. L.: Length. D.: Running Time. f/s: Frames per second. Bn.: Black e White. Col.: Color. Da: Print source

Film Notes

JE N’AI QU’UN AMOUR, C’EST TOI…

Prix de beauté represents a truly successful mix of the tenants of neorealism and elaborate fantasy (note the names of the screenwriters). Despite unrefined post recording and overacting by Georges Charlia, in standard silent movie fashion, the film is a masterpiece. The ever present documentary style, evident in the scenes of weekend beach resorts and the printer’s work, clashes with two departures from the world of film: Genina’s expert directing on one hand, and the attraction that film holds over the pretty girls uncomfortable in their social milieu on the other. The film emphasizes this with its dirtiness and coarseness (skillfully captured by the camera) that seem to affect the very core of the heroine’s being. The temptation to leave this squalid universe, which is more unhealthy than vulgar (and this is the real subtlety of the film), proves too strong for her. The first suicide attempt is prompted by curiosity; the second by an unbearable contrast between two lifestyles. Death is the end product of this choice. Her lover from the beach ends up shooting her during the projection of the screen tests that would launch Lucienne as the new star. There is nothing more beautiful than the dead face of Louise Brooks illuminated by the flickering lights of the projector as the screen tests end with her singing: “Je n’ai qu’un amour, c’est toi…” A superb ending that closes an exceptional film, above and beyond the legendary and justifiable attraction that the actress may have exerted over the director. Genina asserts himself not only as a precursor to the Italian school, but also as an immensely talented film author. The most remarkable aspect of his work is his ability to integrate all the elements of a screenplay, fashionably, yet treating them with simplicity: the character of the boyfriend as naïve and pleasant; the dangers that threaten the aspiring star in the corrupt environment of cinema, which makes genuine love appear more reassuring and pure by contrast. But no, this is not the case! Genina proves it with his stark style: love and jealousy go hand in hand, gnawing away at the banality of day-to-day, which is no longer sublimated by feelings. The extraordinary beauty of light and the skill and intelligence with which it is used add other noteworthy elements, placing this movie among the most important works of the first years of talkies even though it is a silent film!

Paul Vecchiali, L’Encinéclopédie. Cinéastes “français” des années 1930 et leur œuvre, Éditions de l’œil, Montreuil, 2010

DEAR GUIDO…

Louise Brooks is one of those figures of cinema who fed the cultural imagination. The most original and bewitching of her avatars is undoubtedly the character Valentina, created by the imaginative pen of artist Guido Crepax in 1965. The panels of Valentina, the heroine of an internationally successful comics series, were also the reason for an exchange of letters between the star and the artist during the last years of her life. Their correspondence was recently published in Valentina come Louise Brooks. Il libro nascosto, Fandango Libri 2012, the catalog of the exhibition curated by Vincenzo Mollica Valentina Movie (Rome, Palazzo Incontro, May 30-September 30, 2012). Special thanks to Fandango Libri for kindly authorizing the publication of the letter reproduced here, and to Giovanni Ferrara for his kindest collaboration.

7 January 1976

Dear Guido,

thanks for the beautiful book and the comic strips. (But you didn’t tell me what that hyper-active slipper in the book meant). I send you Image with the photo from the Dixie Dugan comic strip because it illustrates a unique fact. So far as I know no American actress has been the inspiration for one strip, and certainly never for two strips. Also John Striebel drew the syndicated Dixie from 1926 till 1966. And you began Valentina in 1965, just as if you were picking me up where John left off when he died. Could Valentina be the lost Louise Brooks? Dixie Dugan was not. She was clever and intelligent and always knew how to take care of herself in a world she understood perfectly. Ortega y Gasset wrote that “We are all lost”, it is only when we confess it that we find ourselves and live true. But I knew I was lost when I was a little girl and my mother could not understand why I wept alone. Making films in New York was alright because I learned so much and discovered Tolstoj and Anna Karenina. Then I was sent to Hollywood in 1927 to make films. Nobody could understand why I hated that terrible destructive place which seemed a marvelous paradise to all others. “What’s the matter with you, Louise? You’ve gor everything. What do you want?”. To me it was like a terrible dream I have–I am lost in the corridors of a big hotel and I cannot find my room. People walk past me as of they can not see or hear me. So I first ran away from Hollywood and I have been running away ever since. And now at 69 I have given up hope of ever finding myself. My life has been nothing. But looking back, there was one time in Paris in 1929, when I was filming Prix de beauté and lived at peace with myself. I think that was because I did not speak French. Being lost was perfectly natural among those people with whom I could exchange no thoughts and feelings.

What does Valentina have to say to all this? Love

Louise

Remember when the prodigal son returned the father said, “He was lost, and is found”. It was the father who found the lost son. Somehow I have missed being found.

THE NEW SCORE

What if the composers Hanns Eisler and Jaques Ibert got into a nice little fistfight? This was my first thought before starting the score to Prix de beauté. Two seemingly opposite directions were before me, and instead of settling on one and I decided to simply let these two thoughts slug it out. On the surface, the coloring and ornamentation are strictly a Franco-file display, but the meat of the structure itself has a pure Teutonic-robustness, and with no unnecessary frivolity. I simply imagined the screenwriters Pabst and Claire in the same room, and took it from there.

Upon my first viewing of the silent Prix de beauté I was amazed by how many impressive things I had missed the first time I saw it as a sound film. The broad use of the Loudspeaker as a narrator, the mechanisms of the printing presses, the grotesqueness of the carnival, all which pointed the way for me, musically. For example, I had written a series of percussive melodic phrases for the trombone that, with the help of an old and rare mute from America called a “solo-tone mute”, mimics the megaphone whenever the Loud- speaker appears on screen.

The original score for the 1930 sound version, written masterfully by Wolfgang Zeller, was useful to me only in so much as the use of the song Je n’ai qu’un amour, c’est toi! The song is elemental to the story, of course, yet makes an appearance only at the very beginning and at the very end. My approach was to treat the song as straight forward as possible, orchestrating it according to the 1930 period practices, only to subvert it in the finale as Andrea finds his way to into the screening room. The score was commissioned by the Orchestre National de Lyon in 2011.

Timothy Brock

 

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