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A thoughtful, probing exercise in erotic stagnation - no less engaging for lacking pulpiness.
An extraordinarily rich and provocative picture in its own right.
Relatively minor Godard.
If Jean-Luc Godard isn't careful he is going to shoot his way right out of the avant-garde -- out of the idolatrous affection of all those cinema buffs who go for movies that are formless and obscure.
This is still Godard's view of life in France in 1964, and one of his most sociological films, as well as one of his most formally accomplished.
Godard's eye is as pure as a cello solo.
A Married Woman is a refreshing walk down memory lane, cinematically speaking...
I appreciate the effort to bring back this rarely seen early Godard. But there are reasons this movie hasn't been previously revived
...a series of nonsensical, infuriatingly abstract sequences and interludes.
Godard commodifies his actors in the same way that the world of advertising does. So, because Charlotta is immersed in this world, she experiences life the same way, in fragments, snippets and whispered sound bites.
A continuous, penetrating dance of misogyny and feminism
... effortlessly and damningly dissect[s] the ugliness of beauty culture.
It's hard to resist comparing "A Married Woman" with "A Woman Is a Woman" and "My Life to Live," two other female portraits which Jean-Luc Godard directed around the same time. Unfortunately, lead actress Macha Meril is no match for Anna Karina on any count. "A Married Woman" is also thornier to watch -- it's not subtitled "Fragments of a Film Made in 1964" (emphasis on "Fragments") for nothing. Almost Ingmar Bergman-like at times, it has trouble sustaining a groove due to its arty, stilted editing. It lacks "A Woman Is a Woman"s vivid colors, and the imagery is washed-out and bland even by black-and-white standards. There is little shadow or darkness in this world of pale walls and bedsheets.
Méril plays the title character Charlotte, who's uneasily married to a pilot but loves a local actor. She's not exactly a charmer -- she is distant, hesitant, not too bright and spends a lot of time in her underwear despite a somewhat doughy, unappealing physique. Vacantly living in the moment, she says her policy is "never to think twice about anything." She's quite concerned with her looks, and frets over her bustline and envies models in brassiere ads. Of course, the shots of her with magazines and billboards just reflect Godard's usual bent of portraying young women as flighty products of a commercialized culture. His strained insertion of personal influences is equally blunt and characteristic. Names such as Moliere, Rosselini, Dietrich and Cocteau (plus several others who may require Googling) pepper the dialogue and visuals.
Uncompromising from the start, the film opens with several minutes of conversation shards between Charlotte and her lover Robert. Godard is fascinated with shooting her nude body from a variety of demure closeups, and each new camera position brings a handful of enigmatic lines which may or may not make sense out of context. The same approach is repeated later with husband Pierre. Another odd motif is stringing together Charlotte's incomplete thought snippets as whispered narration. "In the middle of the corridor, hope...the image of a young girl...who am I?...exactly...the verb to follow, other reasons...I was once...not here, a year ago...only once, wasn't it?...it's his fault...then reality...." What? Maybe something was lost in the translation.
Charlotte hops between two worlds, meeting Robert during the day and Pierre and her young son at night. She takes juvenile pleasure in her secrecy, giddily switching taxi cabs like a furtive spy and imagining herself as an Alfred Hitchcock heroine. There isn't much plot -- she talks of divorcing her husband and going away with Robert, but there is no fierce pressure to decide. Pregnancy concerns also go unresolved. Instead, the action is mostly about Godard's various quirks and contrivances, which include a swimming scene flipped negative, offbeat references to Nazi concentration camps, a prolonged listen to a record of a woman laughing, a daring shot (for 1964) which suggests Charlotte giving herself a pubic trim, an absurd gadget to enforce good posture and a café chat where two girls' words are printed onscreen (presumably to simulate advertising captions?). There are also seven numbered segments with heady title cards like "Memory," "The Present" and "Childhood" -- the most interesting of them are "Intelligence" (offering some sharp philosophy from writer Roger Leenhardt) and "The Theatre and Love" (where Charlotte presses a flustered Robert to explain the difference between professional acting and one's calculated, real-life persona).
Certainly, "A Married Woman" is essential for Godard fans. But several of his other films should be seen first.
Une Femme Mariée is Godard's examination of a married woman who is having an affair. Through short takes weaved together by fade-outs, he explores her encounters with both her husband and her lover, as well as her moments alone, her relationship with her surroundings, her fears and her tribulations. At the same time, it is also an examination of the human body, as during her encounters we can see different parts of her anatomy in each take: a foot, a hand, an elbow, perhaps to find the possibility of beauty or inspiration in the most common places. Finally, it's an experiment in cinema. A usual, Godard is fascinated with the blurry line that separates art from real life, and how his characters can cross it and remain humane.
The woman is caught between the man she loves, an actor, and a husband she still feels for. In the long intellectual dialogue of each encounter, and in her own insight between takes -an evocative voice-over- we have all the clues to understand her situation, one in which she can't help but to love both men and, in consequence, begins to fool them both.
I didn't expect it, but the characters of Une Femme Mariée -the woman, played by the sultry Macha Méril, her husband and her lover, are three of the most human characters I've seen in any of Godard's films. Every take is drenched in anxiety and poetry, and even through their long conversations about love and fidelity and committment, the woman and her two partners are perpetually earthy and tangible. Not only is this a highlight within the director's work, it also makes Une Femme Mariée very easy to connect with and a very easy film to feel. Beyond observing, we can put ourselves in these situations.
The film only covers about a day and a half in the woman's life, so it can offer no resolutions. The progressions are ambiguous, yet fascinating. Those peculiarities, along with its unusual structure, could've made UFM alienting; however, Godard, in full control of his narrative style, makes it work so that it feels like watching a piece of life, filtered in the purest way through black and white cinematography and the music of Beethoven.
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