There was very little in between -- Kubrick's first few films, Cassavetes's Shadows, a few other ultra-low-budget features that received almost no distribution. But the double whammy of Godard's Breathless and Francois Truffaut's Shoot the Piano Player inspired in young cineastes such as Brian de Palma, Martin Scorsese and Jim McBride the possibility of aesthetically adventurous features that could reach a broad audience.
The closest thing to that sort of excitement in recent years has been the massive popular reaction to Quentin Tarantino's work; I'm a fan, but I suspect that Tarantino himself would agree that there is something bizarre about his minuscule output -- two films over five years -- generating an analogous admiration to that accorded the young Godard.
Consider the fact that, in his first eight years as a director, Godard made something like 15 features and a number of short segments of anthology films -- and that this prodigious output encompassed a broad range of genres, styles and tones. It was as though his brain were so intoxicated with the possibilities of cinema that he couldn't get his ideas onto the screen fast enough.
Smack dab in the middle of this burst of activity came 1963's Contempt (Le Mepris), which is now being reissued in a brand-new print. Contempt has always been an odd stepchild in Godard's filmography for the simple reason that it's the most conventional. That means, quite simply, it was a big-budget (by Godard standards) Technicolor/wide-screen production with a major international star (Brigitte Bardot) and an American producer (Joseph E. Levine, then best known as the sleazy importer/dubber of the Steve Reeves Hercules movies).
The film was received indifferently at the time: To American critics, it had a whiff of selling-out about it. Yet on the whole, the years have been kind to Contempt, maybe too kind: Colin McCabe's recent appraisal in Sight and Sound -- "the greatest work of art produced in postwar Europe" -- is more than a little excessive.
Loosely based on Alberto Moravia's novel A Ghost at Noon, the film centers on Paul Javal (Michel Piccoli), a struggling screenwriter married to Camille (Bardot), his gorgeous ex-typist. They appear to be deliriously in love, but one day, seemingly without warning, a thoughtless action makes Camille lose all affection and respect for her husband.
She has come to meet him at the movie studio, where he has just agreed to rewrite the script for a version of the Odyssey being directed by Fritz Lang (playing himself). Jerry Prokosch (Jack Palance), the film's crude, infantile producer, invites them to dinner at his villa, suggesting that Paul take a cab while he drives Camille in his two-seat sports car.
As soon as Paul acquiesces, Camille becomes profoundly disagreeable. When fate causes him a further delay, in the form of a fender-bender -- a degraded modern equivalent of the obstacles the gods used to keep Odysseus from Penelope -- she becomes even testier. These little missteps are to her a sign that Paul is pimping her to his powerful new employer. Whether she's right or not is irrelevant: The damage has been done. She sees Paul in a new light; now that she has experienced falling out of love with him, no argument or apology will restore her devotion.
Even this brief a synopsis is fraught with possible misinterpretation. The film suggests several readings of the situation, without ever giving us the comfort of a clearly "correct answer." As in life, one makes assumptions about people's motivations at one's own risk.
While most of the movie unfolds in a fairly straightforward form, Godard still can't resist playing around a little. The movie is full of long tracking shots: The very opening, set at a studio, is an almost dead-still take of Godard's cinematographer Raoul Coutard shooting a tracking shot. What Coutard is shooting is not the film within the film, but rather Contempt itself; the effect is that of a curtain rising on the action.
This scene immediately gives way to a shot of Paul and Camille in bed, with the camera lovingly examining the length of Bardot's body, particularly her then-iconic tush. Godard was vehemently opposed to this sequence, which he was forced to shoot by the producers; he responded by tinting it in dark, obscuring colors.
In Contempt, the whole backdrop is of an Ugly American with Money lecturing master director Lang about the real meaning of the Odyssey; it's turf that resembles, albeit in a more serious mode, the drubbing Godard would hand Cannon Films two decades later in King Lear. And in the end, much of the movie is thus self-reflexive -- perhaps more so than Godard could have intended while on the set.
Contempt (Le Mepris).
Directed by Jean-Luc Godard. With Brigitte Bardot, Michel Piccoli, Jack Palance, Fritz Lang, Georgia Moll and Godard.
103 minutes.
