[THE WELL DIGGER'S DAUGHTER screens Saturday October 20th at 7:25 pm and Sunday October 21st at 4:00 pm at the Cleveland Cinematheque.]
Review by Charles Cassady, Jr.
Watching THE WELL DIGGER’S DAUGHTER gave me the mild suspicion that under the guise of an ultra-serious foreign drama I was watching a subversive satire of ultra-serious foreign dramas, one that was going right over my poorly paid head. It’s happened to me before. I won’t give exact circumstances, but it was a Russian import, and local filmmaker Laura Paglin could tell you all about my mistake in not getting the joke.
Review by Charles Cassady, Jr.
Watching THE WELL DIGGER’S DAUGHTER gave me the mild suspicion that under the guise of an ultra-serious foreign drama I was watching a subversive satire of ultra-serious foreign dramas, one that was going right over my poorly paid head. It’s happened to me before. I won’t give exact circumstances, but it was a Russian import, and local filmmaker Laura Paglin could tell you all about my mistake in not getting the joke.
THE WELL DIGGER’S DAUGHTER is a remake of a 1940 French
picture of the same title (LA FILLE DU PUISATIER) from revered filmmaker Marcel
Pagnol (1894-1974). Monsieur Pagnol specialized in rural or seaside dramas, set
well outside perennial locale Paris,
depicting life, love, infidelity and family stuff amidst the rustics. And while
he is well-remembered by cinemaphiles, a common interpretation is that he was
part of the stodgy old guard of visually unimaginative French filmmakers
against whom the young upstarts of the New Wave like Godard, Truffault, Chabrol
etc. openly rebelled.
So is the WELL DIGGER’S DAUGHTER Reloaded, from 2011, a lush,
loving tribute…or a spoof of the days of le cinema d’antan? When fields of
golden grain waved in widescreen, and you didn’t even use the word “pregnant”
(or at least the French equivalent) or reference obvious sex and nudity (merci,
Roger Vadim) or indulge in gratuitous shooting and parkour (thanks, Luc Besson).
I think it’s not a parody…but it’s about as retro as you
can get and still keep a straight face. Director and star is Daniel Auteuil, an
eminent French thespian whom I guess I could compare with America’s
now-retired Gene Hackman in terms of versatility and ability to move easily
from one genre to another. But Auteuil came to
international renown in a grand Pagnol remake, 1987’s JEAN DE FLORETTE, so
perhaps this is his own salute. Auteuil plays Pascal, a
humble well-digger in early 1900s France, widows but with six daughters and a
brotherly relationship with fellow laborer Felipe. Pascal’s favorite daughter
is the eldest, Patricia, who received a “posh” Paris
education, at least for a short time, and represents the peasant family’s hopes
for marrying up in the world.
But instead Patricia has a fling with a bad-boy suitor,
the dashing aviator son of the village’s wealthy shopkeeper and his snobbish
wife. That act leaves the girl “in trouble.” Bachelor Felipe heroically offers
to marry Patricia himself and avoid scandal, but Pascal determines to preserve
the family honor and ask the shopkeeper to arrange a rightful union to give the
baby its proper father. And if the other household doesn’t agree, Pascal will
have no alternative but to disown Patricia and send her into exile. In the
Pagnol/Auteuil context, this comes off as not so much small-minded and cruel as
much as the father just acting out the values of the times, as one of nature’s
noblemen.
And, as a special bonus complication, Patricia’s lover
has gone off to be a fighter pilot in World War One and disappeared, so there. Be assured,
though, that all ends happily, with just about every lovesick character paired
up with their true heart’s desire and everything but a wedding-party walk into
the sunset as the rooster emblem of Pathe crows.
It’s a nice, tranquil bit of melodrama, and I must
confess to not having seen the original so I cannot make a direct comparison. Was
Auteuil’s tongue firmly in cheek, or did the French star
respectfully render this corn for our ultra-cynical age? Oh well, it’s an “art-house”
French picture for the type of audience that likes to collect Thomas Kinckade
paintings for the living room, and who am I to say that’s so wrong? (2 3/4 out
of 4 stars)
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