THE MURIELS HALL OF FAME: JEAN RENOIR'S THE RULES OF THE GAME (1939)

Paul Clark and Steve Carlson have but two new inductees into the Muriels Hall of Fame that have yet to be announced, one perhaps an obvious choice, the other maybe not so obvious. You'll have to stay tuned tomorrow and Thursday to find out which undeniably great movies will find their place in the august, newly inaugurated institution. In the meantime, there were already six movies named to the MHOF before the new batch began taking up residence, and nine other new inductees that have already been announced. All 15 of these films have short but sweet considerations now available for your perusal on the Muriels blog, Our Science is Too Tight, each one penned by a different Muriels writer. Click on the links below to access terrific pieces on the following great movies that have already found a place in the MHOF:

THE SEVENTH SEAL (1957) (Phil Dyess-Nugent)

VERTIGO (1958) (Peter Labuza)

NORTH BY NORTHWEST (1959) (Scott Von Doviak)

 PSYCHO (1960) (Jamie Grijalba)

  

YOJIMBO (1961) (Cole Roulain)

LAWRENCE OF ARABIA (1962) (Andrew Bemis)

and these new inductees...

 

CASABLANCA (1942) (Hedwig van Driel)

THE PASSION OF JOAN OF ARC (1928) (Kenji Fujishima)

REAR WINDOW (1954) (Michael Lieberman)

 

M (1932) (Danny Baldwin)

LA JETEE (1962) (Glenn Heath)

SANSHO THE BAILIFF (1954) (Sam Juliano)

SUNRISE (1927) (Christianne Benedict)

THE THIRD MAN (1949) (Josh Bell)

Finally, for now anyway, there's my own piece, published today, to commemorate the induction of Jean Renoir's blissfully acerbic THE RULES OF THE GAME (1939), surely one of the greatest movies ever made. Here's what I wrote about this wonderful movie for the Muriels Hall of Fame.

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Movies both good and bad have always sent out ripples which have caused the surface waters of cinema history to undulate and swoon and reflect their influence, however undue, benign, creative or destructive. The waves generated and felt by truly great movies, on the other hand, shift the contours of the surface, all right, but their real influence can be almost subterranean, affecting not only the way movies in their wake look and sound and feel, but also how the sensibilities at the heart of their creation can speak across oceans and generations.

When Jean Renoir’s Le regle de jeu (The Rules of the Game) was conceived, written and filmed, in a span between 1938 and 1939, France was a country torn in its political tolerance and responses to cataclysmic events on the European front that made the looming shadow of Hitler’s rise to power and influence ever harder to ignore. Renoir’s film, a comic roundelay of marital discord, class-generated disdain and general societal distraction decorated with a patina of good manners and brittle loyalties, sought to engage with its audience in a paradoxically airy manner, to diagnose and autopsy the corrosively blithe ignorance the director saw at the heart of the country’s, and indeed Europe’s, collective self-deception with a sort of romantic sleight of hand. (Renoir once famously characterized the movie as a portrait of a complex society dancing on a volcano.)

Renoir cast himself as the would-be fool, Octave, a caustic but affable bear of a man (quite literally a bear, at one point) whose allegiances to the various players in an ostensibly breezy farce of adultery, the sophistication of which becomes ever more apparently feigned and insincere, are almost immediately tested. (His friend LeChesnaye, lord of the manor, sees him, at least initially, less a fool than a dangerous poet.) Octave’s empathy-- 'Everyone has their reasons'-- extends not only to his wealthy hosts, who have invited each other’s lovers, Genevieve, a bored society wife and Andre, a famous (and famously lovelorn) aviator, along with several other friends to a weekend of frivolity at their country estate. He also shares the hearts of various members of the mansion’s staff, and the confusion of those empathies will fuel the tragedy at the heart of Renoir’s liltingly critical vision of cultural decadence and casual brutality. The film’s famous pheasant hunting sequence may be even more difficult to watch today than it was in 1939, but some of the sympathetic conversation in The Rules of the Game is similarly cutting. When LeChesnaye’s wife Christine discovers that her husband’s own betrayal, which has gone far more effectively hidden than the one she has rather openly cultivated with the aviator, it is Octave who justifies the deception by associating it with the general behavior of the times. "Everyone lies," he tells her, "pharmaceutical fliers, government, newspapers, the cinema. So why shouldn’t simple people like us lie as well?"

Reviled upon its release, Renoir’s movie can be felt in everything from the tacky violence of Larry Peerce’s The Sporting Club (1970), based on a Thomas McGuane novel, to Alan Bridges’ The Shooting Party (1985), to intimate epics of television drama like Upstairs Downstairs and Downton Abbey and, of course, features like Gosford Park, written by Downton Abbey creator Julian Fellowes. (One could go even further and suggest that the career of Robert Altman, director of Gosford Park, might not exist in quite the same way without the encouraging influence of Renoir stretching to inspire his own.) But what’s most striking about watching The Rules of the Game in 2013, what cements its stature as a truly great movie, is the degree to which its political and interpersonal acuity seem, aside from its period specifics, simultaneously of its time and also utterly contemporary. This 1939 film, made in the darkening path of perhaps the greatest evil the world has ever seen, can connect to contemporary audiences in surprisingly painful and biting ways. The sense of global malaise, isolation and insecurity—some of it inspired by technology of which Renoir could never have dreamed— which is a hallmark of our own very modern self-deceptions and distractions is effortlessly accessed here, making Renoir’s marvelously deft and witty movie seem as pertinent, and as impertinent, as it ever was.

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Be sure to check up on the final two inductees announced to the Muriels Hall of Fame tomorrow and Thursday at Our Science is Too Tight. 

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