Alain Resnais’ masterpiece is bound to baffle spectators who insist on regarding him as an intellectual rather than an emotional director, simply because he shares the conviction of Carl Dreyer and Robert Bresson that form is the surest route to feelings. In his 11th feature, he adapts a 1929 boulevard melodrama by a forgotten playwright named Henry Bernstein, and holds so close to this dated and seemingly unremarkable play that theatrical space and decorincluding the absence of a fourth wallare rigorously respected, and shots of a painted curtain appear between the acts. None of this is done to strike an attitude or make a statement: Resnais believes in the material, and wants to give it its due. Yet in the process of doing this, he not only invests the original meaning of melodrama (drama with music) with exceptional beauty and powerso much so as to reinvent the genrebut also proves that he is conceivably the greatest living director of actors in the French cinema, and offers a way of regarding the past that implicitly indicts our own era for myopia. (Melo is certainly a film of the 80s and not an antique, but it may take us years to understand precisely how and why.) Using the same talented quartet that appeared in his last two filmsthe remarkable Andre Dussollier (Le beau mariage) as a gifted concert violinist, Pierre Arditi as his suburban friend, Sabine Azema as the latter’s wife who falls in love with the violinist, and Fanny Ardant (in a smaller role) as her cousinResnais cuts and moves his camera with impeccable dramatic logic that helps to give their performances maximum voltage. His concentrated treatment of the 20s, while never less than modern, retrieves that era in all its mysterious density: for a comparable marriage between the minds of two periods equally far apart, one may have to go back to Dreyer’s 1964 Gertrud, which adapted a play written in 1906a film whose very lengthy takes, privileged musical interludes, and renderings of time and passion in a mode at once classic and avant-garde are often evoked here. An incomparable masterpiece. (JR)

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