From The Lost Continent

Youth, art and radical politics in the Olivier Assayas film After May
by Philip Matthews

It’s a case of better late than never for Olivier Assayas’ marvellous After May/Apres Mai, which first screened at Venice in 2012, had a couple of North Island screenings last year during the International Film Festival’s “Autumn Events” season, got a theatrical release in Australia – but not here – and only now appears on DVD, after Assayas himself has moved on. (His new Clouds of Sils Maria was at Cannes just as Madman was getting this DVD out in New Zealand).

It’s worth the wait and all that, but we also benefit from a reversion to the original title. On the UK and US theatrical releases in 2013, After May was retitled Something in the Air, which may or may not suggest “revolution” to non-French speakers more readily than a reference to May, but while Assayas did suggest the alternate title, at least he didn’t feel obliged to incorporate the [Thunderclap Newman] song. After May has a much better and less predictable period soundtrack: Syd Barrett, Soft Machine, Tangerine Dream, Kevin Ayers. The era’s music as Assayas remembers it becomes a genuine soundtrack to experience, rather than a signifier for 21st century audiences.

We are in the early 1970s, initially on the suburban outskirts of Paris. School’s out for the day and Gilles (Clement Metayer) is selling radical newspapers to other students at the gates before decamping into town for a protest. Police with batons, riot gear and tear gas – something is in the air, all right – chase teenagers through tight Parisian streets and cinematographer Eric Gautier keeps his camera right at the centre of it. Here is all the revolutionary activity : the printing of newsletters and posters, graffiti missions in the dead of night, a Molotov cocktail attack as things escalate. Historians of the era will note that the famous Situationist poster of a bandaged face with a pre-punk safety pin – with the text that translated roughly as “a youth worried too much about the future” – is among those pasted up when Gilles and others redecorate the exterior walls of their school. And then we are into the second excitingly-shot sequence: security guards chase the kids over walls, bridges and roads.

There are other settings and other groups. Gilles needs to hide out for a while and heads to Italy. There is an outdoor screening of political films in a square in Florence. As a budding artist, he draws sketches at Pompeii. On the way to Italy, he met a member of a cinema collective and discussed Mao with him in the van. He asked if he could ever borrow the collective’s camera? Only if he is making a documentary; they don’t lend for anything as frivolous as fiction. Two women come and go. Laure (Carole Combes) is older and has a taste for hard drugs and pastoral decadence. Christine (Lola Creton) has a political seriousness.

It’s become routine in some quarters to dismiss the era and its politics, either as youthful naivete from an older, wiser perspective or to satirise the earnestness and factionalism. Assayas [pictured left] is not doing any of that. Gilles is loosely him – there is significant biographical overlap, as he made clear in a memoir that predated the film, A Post-May Adolescence – but the story is not framed by hindsight, with a middle-aged narcissist wondering where all the radical girls and the good times went. (The worst example of that kind of thing: a Martin Amis novel called The Pregnant Widow). The end titles don’t tell us what happened to these people, even to Gilles, who seems to be on an Assayas-like journey to becoming a real film-maker by the end of it.

In an unusual way, this film is always in the present. You are never conscious of period artifice. No one comes with a back story. No one imparts lessons or sheds nostalgic light. Assayas’ approach to character is rigorously anti-psychological, in that motivations are never offered or provided. We are up close, but we are outside. We only get a voice-over when Gilles is reading a letter or a text, such as The Society of the Spectacle on the train on the way to a job as a gofer at Pinewood Studios in London (A Post-May Adolescence was framed as an open letter to Alice Debord, the widow of Guy Debord). You might imagine that it was the personal nature of this thing that allowed Assayas to make a film free of strict chronological signposts and correspondences with actual news events, especially after his thorough and episodic mini-series Carlos, which ran like the Raging Bull of 70s terrorism films, from vigour to bloat. If Carlos was like a fact-checked biography, this is closer to an impressionistic essay.

So, youth is not satirised in After May. Nor is politics, even if Assayas has described early 70s radical politics, maybe wistfully, as a “lost continent” (Gilles is an anarchist, working out his relationship with the Trotskyites and Maoists). The approach is respectful and informed. At a Q and A after that screening of political films in Florence, a typical discussion breaks out. Should films that are radical in content also be radical in style? Or is radical style a bourgeois affectation that might prevent the proletariat from appreciating the message? This was a very real preoccupation. What use was art at a time like this? What use was individualism? In an insightful interview in The Believer last year (link here), Assayas talked about the negotiations he had to make with himself about art and its relationship to politics – which, in the end, is the true subject of After May:

“If you were involved in the politics of that time, the early 1970s, and if you were involved in the hopes and ideas of that time, it was very difficult to accept the notion of any kind of work that might alienate. Nothing was acceptable if it did not have a direct relationship with the coming revolution, which was not a question mark, it was not a dream; it was a fact. The revolution was going to happen — so what are you going to do for it? You were not making art for the revolution. Art was petit bourgeois. Art was about individualism, which was anathema to the politics of the time. People were very serious about this. When Jean Eustache made La Maman et La Putain it was denounced as petit bourgeois.”

It was a time when cinema mattered intensely. The starchy classic French cinema that the New Wave writers and critics railed against is embodied in After May by Gilles’ father, a television producer and writer who is a stand-in for Assayas’ own father, Jacques Remy, although the generational disagreements between the two are gentle rather than fierce. As far as Godard goes, a moment when Gilles and his girlfriend sneak into a movie screening through the exit could be a nod in the direction of Masculine Feminine (there is a lot of Marx here and a lot of Coca-Cola). But while Clement Metayer may look a little like Jean-Pierre Leaud, he doesn’t have his anguish and the film doesn’t have that Godardian agitation, that restlessness. It can seem like a calm film about angry times. In the end, Gilles discovers that cinema has another power he didn’t anticipate, as Assayas expresses in that Believer interview: “Cinema is about resurrection. Cinema is about dealing with your own ghosts and bringing them to life.”

Gilles does this, and then Assayas watches himself watching.

ENDS

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1 comment:

  1. aj, 3. August 2014, 20:00

    Early 70′s – yes!
    The bike is the classic 750 Honda four. Bike of the Century.

     

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