Word: renoirs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...have seen only one film I enjoyed as much as Jean Renoir's Le Crime de M. Lange, and that was Jean Renoir's Rules of the Game, Renoir, at his best, directs with a masterful command of camera, acting, plot, dialogue, in short, all the cinematic virtues. At his worst, he may produce a Picnic on the Grass, but this rather insipid fete champetre should not keep anyone from seeing such a complex and powerful masterpiece as Le Crime...
Although Jacques Prevert's script unfolds the details of a murder, it is very unlike a conventional whodunit. The title of the film assigns guilt, the crime itself does not occur until very near the end, and Lange confesses to the first man he sees. Renoir spends the bulk of his time painting a genre scene of one small area in the Paris printing district. Life flows hectically between the publishing house of Batala and the streets. Renoir's photography seems to tear away the facades of buildings and to make the entire fauborg one stage. A fine example...
Accent (CBS, 5-5:30 p.m.). French Motion Picture Director Jean Renoir takes viewers to Paris' Jeu de Paume, discusses the impressionist canvases of his father as well as Cézanne, Van Gogh...
...Nolde, colors had a life of their own: "Weeping and laughing, hot and holy, like love songs and eroticism, like chants and magnificent chorales. Vibrating, they peal like silver bells and clang like bronze bells, proclaiming happiness, passion and love, soul, blood and death." The "sweetness, often sugariness" of Renoir and Monet was not to his harsher taste, and he complained bitterly in the years before World War II that "their art, because it meets popular taste, is elected darling of the world...
...gallery was auctioned off for $2,200,000, Lurcy's trustees were able to provide a $150,000 annual income for his childless widow, Alice Snow Barbee Lurcy, a former Paris nightclub chorine once described by an art critic friend as "staggeringly beautiful, something between Rubens and Renoir." But last week, after the trust managers had sold her five-story, Fifth Avenue Manhattan town house, the 52-year-old ex-showgirl refused to budge, complained: "I can't leave here. They might come in without my knowing it and dump everything out on the street." Denying that...