The Rules of the Game (1939)
Directed and written by Jean Renoir
I decided to give Rules another try tonight, and my reaction was largely unchanged. I seem to struggle with much of Renoir's work, despite my efforts to overcome this. I concentrated on the cinematic aspects, which are indeed impressive: the way he composes his scenes, positions his characters, and the use of mirrors to sometimes create a greater depth of field. Marvelous, but...
I attempted to concentrate on its themes, the biting social critique, how the characters are consumed by their own small dramas at the expense of everything else, which is clever, but...
There's a tedium in the telling, a lot of talk that l wasn't interested in (blah, blah, blah) - I couldn't engage, I didn't care—whether that's a fault of the film or a deficiency in me, I'm not sure, but this is a recurring issue I encounter with the director's work. There are exceptions; for instance, I enjoyed
The River (1951), but often I'm unable to establish an emotional or intellectual connection, although there's plenty there to enable it. In addition, the element of farce does the film no favors, people running about, shouting and fighting and waving their arms, all that noise throws me out of the game, obscures the message.
In terms of film craft, it probably deserves high marks, but as a viewing experience, all I have is apathy.
I feel like a failure as a film nut, lol - split the difference, give it points for the technical aspects