if only my mother could see me now
Robert Bresson
(writer and director, based on the memoirs of André Devigny) Un condamné à mort s’est échappé ou Le vent
soufflé où il veut (A Man Escaped
or: The Wind Blows Where It Likes) / 1956, USA 1957
If
there was ever evidence that Bresson’s films are unlike anyone else’s, one need
only watch his A Man Escaped. On the
surface this is one of hundreds of a genre of prison escape movies and part of
a smaller genre of “escape from the Nazis” films. Generally these pictures center
their interest not only in the methods of the escape but on the incredible
adventures surrounding their heroes’ larger-than-life accomplishments,
displaying loud scores and casts of dozens, while focusing on the startling
exploits of those who achieve the impossible.

Filmed in the original Fort Montluc
prison in Lyon where Devigny, the real-life figure behind this film, was
imprisoned, Bresson’s cinematic immersion in details is far more in evidence
than any dramatic story-telling; but that very focus on Fontaine’s knocks
against the walls, the heft of his lithe body to the high-ceilinged window, his
intense attention to the cell door, and, later, the careful fashioning of metal
and cloth ropes and hooks, in Bresson’s concentration on the utterly material
manifestations, creates perhaps more tension and sense of adventure than were he
to fully invoke, as in a film like Stalag
17, for example, the detailed stratagems of the actual escape. Here
everything is done in secret even as we witness events, which blend in with the
daily activities such as the morning ritual of bathing and emptying slop pails
between whispers and slips of paper messages in and out of pockets. Despite the
constantly prying eyes and the commands for silence of the Nazis, these men
somehow manage to piece together information of each other’s plans and the
conditions of their lives. Similarly, the audience must link up, at times, the
smallest of gestures to be able to comprehend the actions of both the hero and
others. Why are Terry and two other men permitted to walk alone in the open as
they are in the early scenes? Why is the elderly man in the room next door so
unresponsive? Why is Orsini so determined to achieve his early escape? Why are
others so determined to stay where they are? Everything is inexplicable, and in
a world where men are being murdered every day (an opening note tells us more
than 7,000 were put to death in this prison) everyone is possibly a spy or, at
least, someone determined to prevent the punishment all must endure if one of them
were actually to “breach the wall.”
Once Fontaine perceives that the cracks
between the heavy wooden panels of his cell door are hitched together with a
softer wood, we observe him, nearly endlessly, whittling away those connective
pieces with the end of a spoon. But even then, we cannot begin to comprehend
how he will, even if he might wander freely within the prison walls, escape. Orisini’s
early attempt—which ends in his death—reveals moreover, that there are two
walls to be scaled. And, in this sense, he has given his life to possibly save
Fontaine’s.
The more we observe Fontaine at work,
however, the more we begin to perceive that he might never actually make his
attempt to escape. Despite warnings from the others that time is short,
Fontaine waits, fashioning yet new ropes and cables, replacing the door
sections he has removed with dyed paper so that authorities will not notice his
destruction of his determent.
If Bresson might ever be said to have
been influenced by Kierkegaard, it is in this work. Clearly, despite his
determination, Fontaine does not yet have the faith to make Kierkegaard’s
famous leap into belief, is unwilling to
give himself up entirely to the uncertainty of escape. And it is this “crisis
of faith” that makes Bresson’s prisoner so very different from any other such
figure portrayed. He is a tortured hero who may not live up to our attentions
to him. Despite his intense belief in freedom and his great ability to
manipulate the tools that will help him achieve that freedom, he waits and
waits—almost until it is too late. Called to the German headquarters he is told
that he has been found guilty and will soon be shot.
Upon return he is terrified that he will be transferred to another room or that, in his absence, his cell may have been searched. Fortunately neither has occurred, but an even worse crisis soon occurs when he given a young cell mate, a 16-year old boy, Jost (Charles Le Clainche) who has deserted from the German army. Has the boy been put there to spy on him, to find out his secrets, or even as a source of temptation? Fontaine has no choice but to consider the brutal possibility murdering his young roommate to carry out his self-defined mission. And facing that existential choice he wastes yet another day.
Upon return he is terrified that he will be transferred to another room or that, in his absence, his cell may have been searched. Fortunately neither has occurred, but an even worse crisis soon occurs when he given a young cell mate, a 16-year old boy, Jost (Charles Le Clainche) who has deserted from the German army. Has the boy been put there to spy on him, to find out his secrets, or even as a source of temptation? Fontaine has no choice but to consider the brutal possibility murdering his young roommate to carry out his self-defined mission. And facing that existential choice he wastes yet another day.
However, with yet another pillow
available, he can braid together even a longer rope and, at the last moment,
reveals his intentions to Jost, who, after some hesitation, agrees to join him.
Together the two work more quickly than he might have alone, adding to their
hooks and ropes yet new links that might help them in their hour of the escape.
The escape itself is also like no other
presented on film. Instead of adventurous and clock-driven swings over the
walls, Bresson presents Fontaine’s and the boy’s escape as a game of cat a
mouse, a thing of process that is made up by the two as they go along. Having
breached one wall, they wait several hours before moving forward, in which time
Fontaine almost seems to have lost his will once again, but during which he
carefully observes the patterned movements of the guards, who march just a few
steps in one direction before turning to march in an equal number of steps in
the other direction, revealing, in their regulated militarism, a place just
beyond their patrol where the two might alight.
With careful and quiet maneuvers the duo
slip down the final wall, no music to accompany them until, as they walk away,
free men, into the fog, the Mozart music is repeated. The young Jost expresses
the utter joy of their achievement: “If only my mother could see me now,”
perhaps the most poignant and personal of all heroic actions.
For Bresson, clearly, it is the truth of his story that matters, not its
exceptionality. That someone did
actually escape tells us everything we need to know about the human spirit and
its possible survival.
Los Angeles,
April 1, 2013
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