War
is a subject used repeatedly in numerous mediums. The greatest
film variations of that theme -- from M*A*S*H to Schindler`s
List to The Bridge On The River Kwai -- brilliantly portray
numerous aspects of the human condition in the midst of all
the carnage and tragedy. Few, however, are as peculiar as
Hiroshima, Mon Amour, a French film from 1959. Unlike a standard
film on the subject, war no longer takes place in the locations
mentioned or used in the story. But, while the war is over,
the remnants, both physical and emotional, still exist.
The
beginning ten to fifteen minutes may confuse some viewers
who expect an immediate burst of plot. It is a discussion
between a man and a woman on the final act of World War II,
the bomb over Hiroshima. The discussion revolves around the
woman`s understanding of what the Japanese went through, and
the man`s repeated insistence that she "saw nothing in Hiroshima".
She tries to convince him otherwise: she`s seen the museums,
with exhibits of different things, like numerous bottle caps
melded together from the heat, samples of burnt skin in jars,
dramatic recreations of the actual event, and newsreels showing
actual results of nuclear fallout on bodies. After the explination
of each item, the woman always hears from the man how she
saw nothing, that she is inventing everything. Intercut with
these horrible images are shots of two nude bodies wrapped
in desire. It is obvious these are the same two people who
are having this debate, and later on, the woman talks about
the city of Hiroshima today as she knows it. She says she
never realized before how this city could be made for love.
She then goes on to say his body was made for her. And, lastly,
in a peculair line, she says You are good for me. You are
killing me.
After
this long intro, we get into the heart of the story: a French
woman and a Hiroshima man have gotten together for what appears
to have been a one-night stand. Yet there is a lot more to
it than a roll in the hay. These two people seem to have a
facination with the other`s culture and state of mind, revolving
around the horrible events of Hiroshima. The woman is an actress
hired to play a nurse in an international production on the
Hiroshima tragedy, while the man is Japanese yet fluent in
French. So somehow their lifestyle symbolizes a need for each
of them to experince, if only cursory, the experince of the
other group. It is almost as if each one is attempting to
divest themselves of ignorance, an essential ingrediant if
a country is going to see another as an enemy.
I
think only the French could make something as potentially
tawdry as a one-night stand into something more adult and
complicated. People don`t live in isolation; this is not like
one of those porn films where everything in the movie revolves
around sex. No matter what the two people get involved in,
there is bound to be at least some disclosure of personality.
Like a recent French film The School of Flesh, the unique
situation communicates aspects of human nature as opposed
to aspects of sleaze. In this particular case, the French
woman and the Japanese man clearly have a deeper reason or
need to be together. What that is, is something they, nor
us, can fully comprehend. All they know is they want desperately
to be together. Yet while one believes this relationship ultimately
cannot be anymore than two ships passing in the night, the
other cannot stand to be without her.
I
suppose the relationship is ultimatly a metaphor of some kind.
Maybe each person, representing their side of the war, is
trying to make a sort of amends, or at least an attempt at
empathy for the other side. I certainly understand the motives
of the woman to be an odd way of apoligizing for what her
side eventually done to the Japanese. She really involves
herself in the history; going so far as to be an actress in
a film pretaining to the subject. And if I`m correct in going
further, she is also unable to find the understanding she
really wants. She is merely a visitor to this city; how can
she be expected to understand the pains, the regrets, the
anger, etc. etc. of this different culture, a culture she
would have been taught as a child to regard as the ememy?
This is what I understood in a scene very close to the ending,
in a Hiroshima bar. She is a tourist, not a resident, so all
her gestures towards understanding can only be seen as facile.
Overall,
despite the fact that this was somewhat confusing and difficult,
Hiroshima, Mon Amour is another typically French excursion
in a typically French film subject: the endless possibilities
in the nature of love.
David
Macdonald
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