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An inspired rendering of Jim Thompson's pulp novel Pop. 1280, Bertrand Tavernier's Coup de torchon (Clean Slate) deftly transplants the story of an inept police chief- turned-heartless killer and his scrappy mistress from the American South to French West Africa. Featuring pitch-perfect performances by Philippe Noiret and Isabelle Huppert, this striking neo-noir straddles the line between violence and lyricism with dark humor and visual elegance, perfectly captured by Criterion's glorious new anamorphic transfer.
Bertrand Tavernier tranforms Jim Thompson's pulp novel Pop. 1280 into an engrossing and unsettling meditation on moral collapse. Arguably his best thriller, the French director transposes the story from the American South of the 1910s to colonial West Africa of the 1930s, where the very first black slaves entered the New World. Philippe Noiret plays a bumbling police chief who's the butt of ridicule in the corrupt town, with an abusive wife (Isabelle Huppert) who cheats on him and laughs in his face. But Noiret reaches a point of quiet madness, slowly getting his revenge by going on a killing spree. The subdued actor is at his best here, adopting a goofy attitude that works to his benefit when no one suspects him of the diabolical murders. A great subversive film enhanced by Philippe Sarde's jazzy score and wild camera movements intended to be out of sync with the action. --Bill Desowitz
The Tornado at the Dog's ConventionReviewed by Bryan Byrd, 2009-10-11
'Coup de Torchon' is an ambiguous film. The main character, Lucien
Cordier, is the equivalent of a small town sheriff in French West
Africa just prior to WWII - and as he interacts with the coarse
population of this outlying community, I can't tell if he's lost
his mind or is just very clever. Throughout the film, he sets up
his enemies for untimely ends, and orchestrates it so that the
blame falls squarely on someone else, all while pretending (?) to
be a simpleton, a buffoon. But what makes the film cryptic is that
Bertrand Tavernier as director does not massage the audience into
identifying with or denying Lucien - instead he keeps the camera
rolling and lets us decide for ourselves.
'Coup de Torchon' is based on 'Pop 1280', my favorite novel of Jim
Thompson's, but unfortunately, I had a difficult time connecting
with the movie, although I thought the adaptation was well done.
Also, transplanting from Texas to Africa had very little or no
effect on the overall tone, and the actors were excellent. The
trouble that I had was that by the end, I thought the film
definitively answered the question of Lucien's sanity, and I was
unprepared for that. It may have been something I missed in the
novel, but Thompson hadn't seemed up for answering that question -
instead he left it to the reader.
Another factor of uncertainty is that I can never be sure, with
film or novel, whether the darn thing is a comedy or a tragedy -
and again, in 'Coup de Torchon', no one seems willing to commit.
I've seen comedy in violent movies before, and vice versa, but the
set up is usually such that the viewer is permitted to laugh
because the violence is directed at someone whom we're prepped to
believe deserves it. 'Torchon' isn't that easy, and although there
isn't any open-endedness to its events, because of the amoral
complexity some viewers may feel frustrated with the temper of the
film.
This movie will not have a broad appeal, but I'd certainly
recommend it to those interested in moral tangles. Lucien, as a
distilled version of humanity with all its puzzling contradictions,
brings into sharp relief the utter absurdity of our collective
actions. Individually, he is repugnant - but when nations undertake
the same behavior, we throw parades. WWII looms in the immediate
future of these people, and within that context, the reproach I
feel for Lucien could be interpreted as fraudulent nonsense - which
is another reason I felt a bit uncomfortable during the film.
Uncompromising, 'Coup de Torchon' will quite possibly offend,
especially those who are not prepared to question their beliefs.
Nonetheless, it is certainly a worthwhile movie, and one that left
me many things to think over.
This Criterion Edition is unrated, though it contains nudity, adult
language and situations, and violence (not graphic). Extras include
an interview with Bertrand Tavernier and the trailer for the film,
but no commentaries.
I'.m not sure what I think about this..Reviewed by R. Swanson, 2009-03-07
I'm paraphrasing the lines of the hero when he confesses that he
has thought and reflected and pondered about his life situation and
after sleepless nights and trying to wrap his mind around it, he
finally decides that he just doesn't know what the f.... to do.
This is how I felt after seeing this film. I lay awake in bed,
trying to wrap my mind around it, to make some sense of it and
finally decided that I couldn't, and went to sleep.
Tonight I decided to read some of the reviews of Jim Thompson's
book on which this film is based, hoping to get some insight into
what the film was trying to do and whether or not it succeeded. I'm
sure that if I read the novel I'd be better equipped to make a
judgment but frankly the film didn't interest me enough to get the
book.
From what I can draw, however, it seems to me that a very rough but
smart and funny noir novel that was set in Oklahoma has been
transposed into French West Africa, and not entirely successfully.
I don't think it's the fault of the locale switch, though. To me
it's the vision of the the director, Bertrand Tavernier. Is he
making a hard-nose noir thriller or a charming character study? Is
he going for cold-blooded or warmth? Part of the problem may be
that it's shot very beautifully in color which gives it a lot of
warmth.
My best guess is that the main mistake is in the the casting of the
wonderful Phillippe Noiret as the protagonist. Noiret is a big,
teddy bear of a guy whom I'd hire as a Santa Claus or invite over
to baby sit my grandchildren. He seems so inherently sweet that his
"conversion" from meek, pushed-around, good-hearted, small town
sherrif who can't bear to actually put people in jail, to
cold-hearted murderer just isn't convincing. I can imagine that, in
the novel, there's no such problem and perhaps if another actor
were playing the role, it would work better for me. (I had no
problem following Matt Damon down his road to destruction, in The
Amazing Mr. Ripley....another film in which we get so involved in
the character of the murderer that we want him to go free.)
In the first half of the film we see the sherrif (Noiret) not only
being passive and a push-over, but genuinely kind. He helps the
schoolteacher remove a speck from the eye of one of her Black
pupils and later, he pays for admittance to the movies for a group
of her pupils. He is kind to his Black servant, unlike the rest of
the French White colonists. The way the film shows him (I don't
know how it's done in the novel), his unwillingness to punish
people doesn't seem to be a matter of laziness as much as a genuine
aversion to causing harm. He seems to be a genuinely kind man and
that kind of kindness comes from strengh, not weakness.
So, when he changes his tune and starts shooting people...well I
have to wonder why, exactly. At first I cheered him on because his
targets were genuinelly sleazy characters. But then, when he shot
the Black servant I really had to scratch my head in wonder. Was he
really a repressed rageaholic all along who was just afraid of
showing it? This may be more analysis than one wants to undertake,
but in order for the film to make sense, one has to have a sense of
the man's basic character. There is so much talk at the end from
the guy, trying to explain himself, that it seems that the film
maker is at least trying to address the problem. And he doesn't do
a good job of it, IMHO.
Some reviewers here simply state that the guy went insane but that
doesn't seem right to me, either.
In the final analysis I can only say that the film seems to have
lost something in translation. Noiret seems like someone's favorite
old uncle who spends his time making wine in the south of France.
I'd like to send him back to Provence and leave the gangster films
to the real bad guys. (and leave Isabel Huppert in Africa to stand
trial) I think it's the inconsistency of the vision of the director
that makes the film fail to genuinely satisfy. But it's clever,
visually appealing, and watching Noiret is always a pleasure.
Sun-drenched film noir . . .Reviewed by Ronald Scheer, 2007-08-09
For my money, this is one of French director Bertrand Tavernier's
best and most imaginative films, based on a Jim Thompson novel and
filmed entirely in Senegal - transported there from the American
South. A 2-hour film, shot in muted colors and to a great extent
with a Steadicam, it has a look and feel that studiously avoids the
exotic and any of the cliches and stereotypes that Western
audiences might have about Africa. While technically a film noir in
its subject matter and its focus on crime and the criminal mind, it
also avoids the cinematic conventions of that genre, with its
sun-drenched images and its mix of dark psychological drama and
cold-blooded violence with comedy and farce. A story without a
moral center, it refuses to find a neat way out of the conflicts it
creates, and neither love nor the judicious use of firearms is able
to bring the ambiguity at the heart of the film into
resolution.
The performances in the film are striking, especially veteran
Phillipe Noiret as the small town policeman who finds that he's
free to disavow a code of morality that might have restrained him
were he not representing the law far from France in a colonial town
in the 1930s. Set morally adrift, he finds himself capable of
justifying any misbehavior, whether cheating on his wife or
murdering a faithful retainer. Like Tavernier's other excursions
into character, time and place, this film poses a number of
intriguing questions that it leaves partly unanswered. The final
image of Noiret, about to commit an unspeakable act and then
discovering a sudden lack of resolve, represents well the final
enigma of his character. The DVD includes a long and very
informative interview with Tavernier.
Failed product from FranceReviewed by Quilmiense, 2006-05-17
This is a typical strange film from French director Bertrand
Tavernier, with Isabelle Huppert as female star. It happens in
French West Africa. You have the black natives and the white
French, as the 2 opposite races that play a big part in the story.
You have also the bad guys, vicious, racist, stupid, against the
main character, to whom everything is related.
There is a transformation in this character along the film. And
this transformation seems to be the "story" of the film. What this
transformation means, how it comes to happen, what is going on
exactly, I don't know. You may take a guess if you see this film.
But as for me, I didn't care, because even a boring and
uninteresting film I can take it, but not when it is narrated in
this unoriginal and coarse way.
I have to say that I like most of the French cinema, so apparently
boring and lack-of-action films don't mean bad to me. But this one
is just not nice to look at. I couldn't figure out what the whole
thing was about (and if it was about what I just said, then it's
not worth it). I can't get to like any of the characters. I film
with no hero, not even somebody to like!
The only thing I liked was the outdoors scenery, and the
photography was nice.
This director is no good.
The law of the jungle!Reviewed by Hiram Gomez Pardo, 2006-03-27
A bureaucrat,a man good for nothing is a credited police in
Bourkassa, Western Africa, 1936. The corruption in its several
faces rides on him, laughs of him and mocks about him. His marriage
is a mess; his wife is lover of her own brother a stupid
pimp.
This is the dramatic stage chosen by Tavernier to make an ambitious
film where the predator concept will surround the screen thanks to
a perfect script. Three out of this world stars of cinema such as
Noiret, Audran and Huppert are overwhelming.
A sublime masterpiece; a legitiamte pride for the French Cinema in
the early eighties.