Pauline at the Beach

Rohmer's version of the intricacies of love,life and adulthood,in general,makes for a great introduction to the French New Wave in one's late teens,probably. People and specific faces have always been Rohmer's staple issues and yet every time he does it with such a great deal of novelty. A love story 'between' 4,strike that,5 people(the candy girl is no less a part of the ensemble than Pauline herself) is not easy to conceive and much less, execute on camera. The excess in dialogue is perhaps the most un-Rohmeresque aspect of this number. A couple of performances perhaps were a bit out of tune with the rest of the cast's inputs. Sylvain,perhaps could have been better played by La Brosse. But the film,to my mind,is certainly not the best to have emerged from the Eric Rohmer factory.

Pauline is 15 and she is spending her summer vacation in Granville with her older, sexually precocious cousin Marion. All Pauline has on her mind is spending time at the beach and if there are boys there, so much the better. To Pauline, they're nice but not indispensable, at least until she meets Sylvain ... and even then. Marion, on the other hand, likes to flirt, first with her ex-boyfriend Pierre and then with Henri, an older ethnologist who is something of a womanizer. The film, of course, is Eric Rohmer's PAULINE A LA PLAGE, one of his Comedies and Proverbs, and since we are in Rohmer-land there is a lot of talk, all of it interesting, all of it intelligent and a lot of sexual to-ing and fro-ing and many complications before matters resolve themselves and it ends just as it begins. Indeed this is one of the few Rohmer pictures in which people actually go to bed together rather than just talk about it. And, of course, it's funny in the way that great comedies should be funny, the gentle humour stemming from the characters and the situations they find themselves in. Indeed this, like so many other Rohmer pictures, is just about perfect and it's perfectly played by another of Rohmer's splendid ensembles, (Arielle Dombasle as Marion is another of Rohmer's great addle-headed heroines). A masterpiece.

Young Pauline amusedly watches adults screw up their lives. To her the problems are obvious, but the adults remain oblivious. To them, age brings wisdom, but to Pauline it just brings unknowing incompetence. Perhaps youth has the advantage of thinking about sex with their brains, instead of their glands.

In the end of the summer vacation, the fifteen year old Pauline (Amanda Langlet) travel with her older divorced cousin Marion (Arielle Dombasle) to her seaside house in Granville. While on the beach, Marion meets her old friend Pierre (Pascal Greggory), who has a crush on her, and his new acquaintance Henri (Féodor Atkine), who lives in Oceania and is spending vacation with his young daughter in the resort. In the night, they go to a casino and Marion has one night stand with Henri, feeling a great passion for him. However, Henri is a wolf and has no interest in having any commitment with Marion. Meanwhile Pauline listens and observes the behavior of the older people while she has a little but disappointing romance with a boy of her own age. A friend of mine is a great fan of Eric Rohmer and this is the first movie of this director that I watch; however I am disappointed with "Pauline à la Plage", maybe because of my greatest expectations with his work. This low budget movie has a simple, silly and shallow story; reasonable acting and empty lines; common screenplay without any originality and very poor camera and cinematography. I have not found anything special in this flick, and even the body of Arielle Dombasle is beautiful but not sexy. My vote is six. Title (Brazil): "Pauline na Praia" ("Pauline at the Beach")

Fifteen year old Pauline is spending her summer vacation at the coast with her older cousin Marion. Marion is sexy and getting a divorce. They run into Marion's old friend surfer Pierre who introduces them to divorced father Henri. Pierre is desperate to get together with Marion but she rejects him for Henri. Pauline and young surfer Sylvain get together. Amanda Langlet who plays Pauline actually looks to be 15. She's walking around in a skimpy bikini and trying to understand the stumbling sexual connections of the adults. There is one scene where Pierre gropes sleeping Pauline that plays more and more disturbing. My biggest problem is the static staging where the characters are frozen discussing whatever. It needs more movement in various scenes. Langlet has a steady presence although it would be great to have more explosive energy. The adults are lost which is disconcerning and Pauline is more adult than them.

Pauline just manages to keep her place in the center of this film, and how nice that is. Her indecisive cousin, a Rohmer type, almost takes over the film with a great figure. The two men are as unreliable as Rohmer's men always are. Pauline, though, is just the acute teen age observer that one can really love. Her boyfriend shows a lot of rectitude too. This film is a kind of testament to whatever it is in teenagers that makes most of them survive fairly intact, incredible though that survival may be in retrospect. A sweet Rohmer film, and my favorite. A cute touch is Pauline's two bathing suits - the one that is barely there shows the gawky but unselfconscious teen ager she is, and the modest one suggests the sexy woman she will soon decide to be. Rohmer's work, even more than most good directors, is a series of essays on a single theme. This one gives more hope that women and men may be able to live together than most of the others do. Still I think Rohmer remains puzzled about how the sexes coexist.

I'm going through a phase of catching up with Rohmer films I've missed, and this one was so good it's tempted me to post a comment again, something I haven't got round to for a while. It is perfect, typical Rohmer: location filming, very wordy script, indecisive characters...all in the service of Rohmer's film theory, that in cinema you use dialogue to tell (as in literature) and the camera to show. The interest and conflict come from the (inevitable?) mismatch between the two. Here, each of the characters needs desperately to believe that what they saw was the truth of the situation. At the end, Marion has learnt enough to know that her perception may be false. But she'll go on believing it anyway, because that is necessary to her sense of self. An excellent treatise on the way in which our perceptions are as important as the 'truth' of any situation. The colours in the film deliberately reference Matisse, and there is something of his style too: by showing the flat surface of the canvas, you both open up its beauty and reveal it to be a construction rather than a truth. The use of glimpses through windows adds a Hitchcockian dimension too. Another one to savour.

What is love ? It is hard to answer this question as there is no single concrete answer to this puzzle as it continues to baffle most of us at various points of our lives. If one were to attempt a minor explanation in form of an answer then it can be said that love is something which can be felt only on a personal basis but needs to be described in detail to another person in order to give a clear picture of its qualities. It can easily be surmised that all these thoughts must have made waves in French director Eric Rohmer's (born-1920) mind when at the ripe age of 63, he set out to direct "Pauline A La Plage"-a tender yet bittersweet look at love. Hence, it would not be incorrect if someone were to qualify this film as a film about love, made for young people, by an old man. Despite the mention of a beach (Plage) in its film title, much of the film's action takes place in a house next to the beach. This is the place where six people-three men and three women learn a lot about love through an incident of infidelity. The success of Rohmer's film relies a lot on its narrative structure which has ample scope for lengthy conversations. It is nicely served by Rohmer's regular actors such as Arielle Dombasle, Pascal Greggory etc. Lastly, a film for those who believe that love is a serious matter and that nobody should be allowed to influence other persons who may or may not be in love.

Certain filmmakers can do no wrong in the eyes of national critics, which is one reason you should never pay attention to them. This film is a perfect example. The critics like director Eric Rohmer. This movie is a boring soap opera about a woman and a teenager ("Pauline") she's taking care of for the summer, and the relationships they have with a few men. It's talk, talk, talk and more talk. For those looking at the cover and hoping to be titillated, there are a few quick * shots and a couple of swear words but otherwise this is a harmless French morality play. A friend of mine loaned me this tape. He thought he was getting some sexy French film, and was disappointed. I was just as disappointed because it also was so boring. How this gets such great reviews is almost unfathomable.

In a way, this movie is plainly the story of this kind of old sir whom was Rohmer; those with whom everybody is kind (necessarily, because they pay.) This charming goose whom is Pauline receives no criticism from him all the length, as expected, while the classical bastard seems to receive all its favors: it seems de facto that the director takes revenge for the youth of this mad lover whom is Pierre, who is in fact the nemesis of the movie. Aestheticising, wrong, this full-length film in the dialogues at first too long does not touch and bore extremely by its dead calm. Marion being herself only a kind of unchanging statue without personality - more, driving a Mini Austin - a little bit stupid and deceived at the end. This movie finally, contrary to its smooth aspect and to its polished up talks, navigates towards the worst commonness unless nothing happens to annoy the synopsis. Also, the appearance of the real life which arouses the trader of candies is reduced to the role that a boeotian ignoramus - a maid of room from the former old time, I would say moreover... The interest of the all set remains thus rather limited, excepted, in a obvious way, the sequence of the dancing which encloses the completion of the Ier act. It's a pity because this episode is again the most mature event of " Pauline à la plage. "