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The Young Girls of Rochefort. Season Finale. Thursday, June 4th.

Original Title: Les Damoiselles de Rochefort

Director: Jacques Demy / Year: 1967 / Color / French language / English subtitles / MPA rating: G / Runtime: 125 min

“THE YOUNG GIRLS OF ROCHEFORT,” a musical that [plays Thursday as this season’s NewScreen finale], is another of those strange, off-beat movies produced by Mag Bodard in which a conventional, gay form is structured over what would be, in its terms, a catastrophe. In “Le Bonheur,” it was a happy young marriage in which the husband’s happiness was immeasurably increased by his wife’s suicide. In “Benjamin,” it was a seduction of innocents, in which the girl slept with the right man all right, but fell and stayed in love with an aging roué.In “The Young Girls of Rochefort,” directed by Jacques Demy, who directed “The Umbrellas of Cherbourg” — also produced by Miss Bodard — a musical takes place in a town where soldiers continuously march, where the headlines are bleaker every day, and where a sadistic killer is part of the happy cast. It has again that air of a fleecy inferno or a frosted concentration camp.The movie has the sisters Catherine Deneuve and the late Françoise Dorleac, playing twins who run a ballet school in Rochefort and who dream of meeting their ideal men; Gene Kelly and Jacques Perrin, as men in Rochefort who dream of meeting their ideal girls; Danielle Darrieux, as the girls’ unmarried mother, who dreams of meeting again the love of her youth (whom she did not marry because his name was Monsieur Dame), and Michel Piccoli, who dreams of meeting the love of his youth (who did not marry him on account of his name). There are many strange songs, and dances and contretemps.Some of the best dancing, again, is by Grover Dale, in a minor part; even his hair joins in the general elegance with which he moves. There is a lot of witty, high elegant and absurdist dialogue and some terrible puns. The movie is in French (in which Kelly does admirably), but the subtitles, in an attractive kind of lettering, are discreet and excellent. The music, by Michel Legrand, is sometimes funny, sometimes undistinguished, and sometimes just lovely.There are always those soldiers and that sadistic killer, of course, which give the whole movie a fine, eccentric, pastel and dreamlike irony. The cast is extremely solid and alive, and “The Young Girls of Rochefort” is certainly the best musical in some time.

Review by Renata Adler for The New York Times

Payday. NewScreen takes it to the bank.

In his review for The New York Times, Peter Schjeldahl calls Payday “a brilliant, nasty little chrome‐plated razor blade of a movie.” I couldn’t say it better in so few words, so let’s leave it there.

Knowing that some of my most stalwart NewScreen attendees would be unable to attend tonight for one reason or another, I really didn’t know what to expect, but hey… the show must go on, right? Each sounding of the buzzer, however, marked the arrival of another pleasantly surprising guest, and, before we knew it, we had a great crew installed, complete with the first watermelon of the season (thank you Vera!), some of which found its way into yummy martinis.

And then… the movie. It had been several years since I had last seen it, and I’d forgotten much of it. What a ride!

The Duke of Burgundy. No Man’s Land.

Folks often ask how I curate NewScreen. In truth, I stumbled upon this one by happy accident. As the credits rolled tonight, my guests realized that the entire cast of this beautiful movie was female. I suppose if you count the namesake Duke of Burgundy butterfly, there was indeed a male, but that’s a stretch. We don’t count butterflies here. Not yet, anyway.

Another great night.

Sound of Falling. Falling in love with a movie.

Alma. Eat your soup.

I finally saw this at the IFC in October, with my friend Bob. Director Schilinski, and DP Gamper had a quick Q&A before having to dash off to catch a flight, to appear at the European film awards the following night. After the credits finished rolling, I said to Bob, “Well… I guess I won’t be showing this one at NewScreen.” thinking it might be too deep for a fun Thursday night. Still, I couldn’t get it out of my head. It’s a stunningly beautiful film, and watching it for the second time tonight, I felt even more connected to it. There is a spiritual transference between these four generations of women that has entered my consciousness by osmosis. I almost understand. Perhaps one more viewing will lift me over the edge.

In any case, there was more than enough short term beauty to charm our audience tonight.

Best in Show. Tick celebrates his 8th birthday.

We moved NewScreen to a Wednesday this week, as Tick’s birthday fell on the 29th. Of course he was excited to see all those dogs on screen, but most excited by his present from Conchi and Alvaro, some kind of a birdy-ducky toy, with a particularly appealing squeak. Sadly, the toy did not survive the surgical precision of a Jack Russell Terrier.

Best in Show was great to see one more time, and we even had some people watching it for the first time!

Surgery completed. 12 minutes.

Colours of Time. A crowd pleaser.

No. We’re awake.

Well… not exactly a crowd here tonight, but we were all pleased to see this. It was uncharacteristically light, feel-good fare for NewScreen, and maybe a bit hard to sell. No matter. It was a great night, and I didn’t start the round of applause as the credits rolled. I did, however, join in!

Knife in the Water still cuts through.

Knife in the Water drew a full house tonight, and we were all delighted. Is it still ok for us to love this movie? Polanski is on the “cancelled” list, in exile in Europe, having escaped prosecution in the US for feeding Quaalude to a 13-year old girl in a California swimming pool. Not cool. However, let’s remember that Knife was made under communist rule, by a very young Polanski. I’m not going to lose any sleep over it.

My Summer of Love. A Blunt introduction.

Just very good friends for one summer

Emily, that is, making a rather striking debut. Is this the beginning of a Polish directors mini-series? I don’t know… it’s tempting though.

Polish born director, Pawel Pawlikowski started making documentaries for British Television, after post graduate studies at Oxford. He claims that film making is not a career. It’s just something he does. Well Mr. P… thanks for doing this, and Ida, another of my favorites, destined to come back to our silvery screen in the future.

The Chronology of Water. Stewart hits the ground swimming.

He nailed it with that one sentence, and yes, it was messy and shattered… at times difficult to watch (we had one walk-out tonight), but Kristen Stewart’s astounding debut was marked by powerful in-your-face cinematography and moored by Imogen Poots’ tremendous performance – her career-to-date best IMHO – and, for that matter, just a great cast all around. Jim Belushi as Ken Kesey FFS! I can’t help but wonder whether Stewart was “helping out” some actor friends. If so, they didn’t let her down!