Classic or joke?
As is common when one is left alone and at a loss from what appears to be a mediocre, boring and pointlessly tautological film, one comes to a forum like this one, in search of answers. And, of course, before letting free flow to my impressions, I could not ignore the few lamplights along the way.
So, as I begin to unravel my thoughts, I am wondering if I should search deeper into the metaphysical realm, and leave the physical altogether. This, at any rate, seem to be the key to understanding then appreciating this piece of art.
I cannot but ask these questions, because this film held nothing, at first glance, worthy of putting it on a pedestal, embossed with the title of 'classic'. It is neither a classic, nor entertaining. The acting is wooden beyond belief; the rhythm is amateurish at best; the sound is pointlessly aggravating -- the mysterious horn blowing every now and then, the lack of music, the bagpipe's repetitive screech at the tournament. If such a film were released today, it would be laughed at in festival screenings, and dismissed and forgotten rather quickly. In point of fact: the film, if once great, has aged dreadfully, and cannot be a proud bearer of the title, 'classic'.
But because of the history, the man who made it, the illustrious names who brandish it among their jewelled favourites, I ask what have I missed?
Is the camera work so pioneering? Has Bresson revolutionised film by steering our attention to each specific detail he wishes -- the tights, the horses, the saddles, the lances, the flags, the shields, etc? It does not take a genius to understand that his shots, consistently cutting the human element out of the picture, were purposeful, but why? Why devoid the whole film of the human spirit? Why ban emotion from each dialogue so as to make us feel we are in a dress rehearsal? Why tarnish the film so badly that we are not allowed to enjoy it?
I feel that it may even have been one of his intentions, to ensure that the viewer does not enjoy the film. What then? Where does it leave us?
People have said that the period is a pretence, a meaningless trap; that we must concentrate on the symbols, the internalisation of human emotion; that we are deliberately alienated from the characters, impeded in our natural instinct to empathise... That we are brought to view the film as cold and objective machines?
I don't have the pretension to want to turn around in circles, concerning this film, since everyone is entitled to his opinion; I am genuinely searching for answers.