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...films were eloquent, addled, obsessively pursuing a line of romantic rhetoric or analyzing the erotic attraction of a teenager's knee. Applying a wry, professorial tone to the book of love, Rohmer beguiled two generations of art-house denizens. His purchase on their finer fancies began with My Night at Maud's, the 1969 chatfest that swept him into the global spotlight, and ended Jan. 11, with his death in Paris...
Rohmer came to film renown late - he was past 50 by the time My Night at Maud's was nominated for an Oscar for Best Original Screenplay. But he came into film early. Born Jean-Marie Scherer in the province of Lorraine, Rohmer moved to Paris, taught literature, worked as a reporter, wrote a novel. In 1950 he co-founded the Gazette du Cinéma with two other future filmmakers, Jacques Rivette and Jean-Luc Godard. Within a few years they - and François Truffaut and Claude Chabrol - were writing for Cahiers du Cinéma, which Rohmer...
While his colleagues became directors whose names were dropped at the better cocktail parties in London, New York City and Tokyo, Rohmer trudged along at the magazine and made shorts and feature-length pictures that got little notice. My Night at Maud's changed that. The soufflé-light, dialogue-heavy film - the first to be shown with subtitles in the Cannes festival competition - enchanted audiences with its tale of a man (Jean-Louis Trintignant) committed to one woman (Marie-Christine Barrault) but willing to stay the night with the divorced Maud (Françoise Fabian) just ... talking. After...
...kind of like that one, then you should see his other ones. But you need to see one to see if you like it." He makes Rohmer's movies sound less like caviar, more like artichokes. Gene Hackman, in his role as a detective in Arthur Penn's 1975 Night Moves, is even more dismissive. "I saw a Rohmer film once," he says. "It was kind of like watching paint...
...Fatigue of War," showing bone-weary Marines dug in for the night in Afghanistan, broke my heart. In a perfect world, these brave young men would be in college, at a football game or laughing with friends over burgers and fries. Maybe next year...