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by ltfontaine » Tue Oct 14, 2008 3:08 pm
Vampyr is inexhaustible, elusive and so intractably strange, it’s exhilarating to finally have unlimited access to it in a form that invites repeated viewings. It still makes my head hurt, but moreso now in a good way.
Dreyer is my favorite filmmaker, and Vampyr such a perfect aberration, so rich and wild that it expands the overall depth and dimension of the artist’s work, sharpens an edge that it wouldn’t have otherwise. After the tribulations attending Joan, Vampyr is ripe with the unfettered adventure and anticipated promise of Film Production-Carl Dreyer; it is, as Rossellini famously said of A King in New York, “the film of a free man”—even if the man was only briefly free. Dreyer’s achievement without Vampyr would be no less formidable, but the full range of this artist’s vision would be much less in evidence without it.
Watching repeatedly answers no questions, only raises more of them. A few random thoughts—
Is the camera, as Rayns suggests in his commentary, reflective of Allan Gray’s consciousness, or is it consistently autonomous, a furtive, mischievous, disembodied subject that answers only to the formal objectives of the film? (Have the Quays ever cited Vampyr as an influence on their work, which often shares this disturbing, antic POV, suggestive of what Burroughs called “insect intelligence.”)
To the extent that Vampyr does actually draw on Le Fanu’s Carmilla, this passage describing the withdrawal of an apparition evokes what Dreyer may have taken away from In a Glass Darkly (apart from the title of that collection and some specific details of live burial from The Room in the Dragon Volant).
“A block of stone could not have been more still. There was not the slightest stir of respiration. As I stared at it, the figure appeared to have changed its place, and was now nearer the door; then, close to it, the door opened, and it passed out.”
Like so much of Vampyr, this sequence of images defies waking experience, conveys the abrupt disjunctions of a nightmare. Dreyer’s and Mate’s camera is alive, but it’s neither human nor corporeal. Same goes for the sound, which we can be grateful is not “restored” beyond its current standard.
What to make of Marguerite Chopin, the vampyr herself, a far cry from the captivating Carmilla? Rayns comments on Marguerite’s blindness, but what of her severe androgyny? Even if Dreyer has apparently taken very little from Le Fanu, he had, one assumes, read enough of Carmilla to register its eroticism, and subsequently made a creative choice to desexualize his own vampire tale. Is this choice reflective of Dreyer’s apparent intention to render an experience devoid of, even inconsistent with, human warmth? Vampyr is about as cold as a film can get.
Rayns contends that the film’s fractured syntax rights itself during the live burial scenes, assuming, ironically, a more conventional mise-en-scene. And he’s right, up to a point, as part of what loads the sequence so full of dread is its inexorable forward motion as Gray looks on (or out), paralyzed. But as the coffin passes out of the building and under the trees, the shadows of leaves move on the lid in a manner that is manifestly simulated, as though branches are merely being waved about from above by unseen hands. It is a singularly odd moment in Dreyer’s work, calling the medium’s artifice to attention in a way that I do not recall anywhere else. (And does Gray’s stiff, slumped figure on the bench, as his coffin passes by, recall the final shot of Un chien andalou?)
The narrator’s waking coma in The Room in the Dragon Volant is expressly attributed to a narcotic, but Dreyer, characteristically, suggests the possibility that Gray is drugged without ever visibly confirming it. Always the master of ambiguity, Dreyer leaves this detail open and unresolved, just as he declines to define, or even narrow down, the world of possible meanings that thrive in his films.
All attempts to justify the performance by Nicolas de Gunzburg as “suitably blank” are for naught. As much as I love Vampyr, de Gunzburg is an irreconcilable drag on the proceedings, an actively distracting presence. In the Drums’ book on Dreyer, My Only Great Passion, they contend that Dreyer was not phased by the prospect of featuring the Baron in such a central role, as he had successfully directed non-actors in the past. (It is unclear whether the director had specifically expressed this view in his exchanges with the Drums.) But Dreyer was, from the beginning of his career, insistent that the faces of his actors embody the qualities of their characters, and that they function as formal elements of supreme importance. One can imagine many faces that would have served Dreyer well in the role of Allan Gray, but unfortunately, de Gunzburg’s slack mug is not among them.
Are any of the buildings in which the film was shot still standing? What is that area like today?
Guillermo del Toro's commentary is brilliant, makes me wish I liked his films more than I do.
Nick, thanks for all of the devotion and hard work that has gone into this excellent release.