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The Forgotten: Capriccio Espagnol

An alluring young woman leads a nobleman to ruin, by first encouraging, then repelling his amorous advances. From Pierre Louÿs’ novel.
The Woman and the Puppet

Certainly there are lots of books which have been filmed far more times than Pierre Louÿs' The Woman and the Puppet, but his book has the distinction of having formed the basis for four widely varying masterpieces, or so I'd argue.

The book, in which a poor factory girl drives a middle-aged nobleman to sexual distraction by incessantly leading him on, then spurning him, became Buñuel's final film, That Obscure Object of Desire (1977). Famously, Don Luis cast two actresses in the role of the schizoid heroine, but declined to follow standard logic by having one play consistently hot, the other cold.

The Devil is a Woman

Only slightly less celebrated is Josef von Sternberg's last Dietrich vehicle, The Devil is a Woman (1935), flaunting the Production Code by having Dietrich tease two men to the point of murder, and blithely get away with it. Her victims are Lionel Atwill and Cesar Romero (real-life nicknames: Pinky and Butch), so the perversity is both rampant and confused. Intriguingly, Marlene's last line, "I used to work in a cigarette factory," is both a reference to the character's past, as laid out in the book but not the film, and Dietrich's own life.

La femme et le pantin

Much, much more obscure, Julien Duvivier's La femme et le pantin (1959) deploys the ultimate erotic weapon, Brigitte Bardot, to make raise the prick-teasing to apocalyptic levels. Bardot's striptease, in a room lined with red drapes and mirrors, is pretty memorable (Bardot trained as a dancer, also looked good naked) and the reptilian look she turns on prize sap Antonio Vilar forms an optical link between Rita Hayworth in Lady from Shanghai and Sheryl Lee in Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me. Mirrors. Red drapes.

The Woman and the Puppet

Which brings us, at last, to Jacques de Baroncelli's 1929 version of the same name (there's also a 1920 version and two later TV ones), which produces an even better dancer and nude, Conchita Montenegro, to drive its protagonist and audience into frenzies of knuckle-chewing frustration. It also has lush, shadowy cinematography and antic, jittery editing reminiscent of Epstein or the White Russian school of French silents. A scene where Don Matteo beats Conchita is intercut with the myriad occasions when she has spurned him, creating an almost Roegian stream-of-consciousness effect.

Baroncelli, whose career stretches from 1915 to 1948 but seems to be shrouded in obscurity, is a fan of silhouettes, shadows, and tricksy angles, filming one dance from inside a Spanish guitar. Such eccentric, indirect views allow him to present Montenegro's nude dance (wearing just stockings) in a variety of ways which don't quite conceal her nudity, while appearing to try, a useful dodge when dealing with censors. The figure reflected in the champagne bottle is full-frontal, but so tiny that the dance of film grain produces a now-you-see-it-now-you-don't mystique.

The Woman and the Puppet

The schnook this time is played  by Raymond Destac, who isn't anything much but probably isn't meant to be. It would've been nice to have had someone like Conrad Veidt, who could really get himself worked up. Still, Destac needn't be too great an actor since we only need to look at Conchita Montenegro to know what he must be feeling. They meet when he intervenes in a savage girl-fight on a train, and he's promptly cursed by a gypsy while Conchita rests her chin on his shoulder from behind like the Red Queen in Alice Through the Looking Glass. His fate is sealed.

If Buñuel used the story to mess with our expectations of narrative and filmic logic, Sternberg made it as a succession of beautiful images rhythmically arranged as a work of plastic art, and Duvivier made it as a hymn to the redemptive power of romantic self-destruction, Baroncelli treats it as a tale of amour fou, which is what it always was. His ending, in which obsession reasserts itself just when all seems well, anticipates that of Buñuel's The Exterminating Angel, and the Spanish surrealist seems to have seen the silent version, since he reproduces moments from it with considerable precision: in particular, the director's love of filming through wrought-iron gates.

The Woman and the Puppet

Conchita went on to a Hollywood career, but since most of her thirties films were at Fox, they remain unavailable. However, her wiles may have had continuing effects felt even today: after a fling with co-star Leslie Howard, she married a far-right Spanish diplomat, and is rumored to have used her connections to introduce Howard, who moonlighted for British Intelligence, to Generalissimo Franco, thereby contriving to keep Spain out of World War Two.

The Woman and the Puppet


 The Forgotten is a regular Thursday column by David Cairns, author of Shadowplay.

Sigh…another nifty article about films I haven’t seen…it’s sooo depressingly pleasing…. I hope you’ll be bringing over some articles on the golden age of Mexican cinema sometime David. I’ve greatly enjoyed your writing on them on your blog and they could use some exposure here too.
After further reflection, perhaps pleasingly depressing would be more accurate…either way, your articles always make me feel like I’m missing out on something, and therefore keep spurring me on to watch more.
It’s David Melville who’s been writing the Mexican melodrama pieces over at Shadowplay (confusing, I know). But yes, hosting one here would be a nice idea. I’ll talk it over with him. The Criterion DVD of Obscure Object utilizes some clips from the Baroncelli, and I’ve uploaded a clip from the Duvivier over at my site.
I just watched de Baroncelli’s 1940 film L’Homme du Niger (Forbidden Love was the English title); it was partly filmed in what’s now Mali, and it’s an odd melodrama/colonial propaganda mélange, with Harry Baur and Victor Francen. Although there are a few nice sections, mostly between Baur and Francen, I rate it of more historical than visual interest: several scenes were filmed in an actual leper colony, for instance, and others commit a major irrigation scheme to film (I’ll happily send you a copy). As far as I can tell, only two or three of de Baroncelli’s films are on DVD, even in France. His son was a longtime film critic for Le Monde, and someone collated his Cahiers top tens here: I’ve got Clouzot’s version of Manon Lescaut cued up next: Louÿs’s novel is very much in the spirit of Abbé Prévost’s earlier book. I’m curious to see what Clouzot did with the material, though the reviews I’ve read aren’t hugely promising.
“I directed it with all my heart,” was Clouzot’s statement on Manon. And maybe he went too far even for his admirers, and maybe his then-girlfriend wasn’t a strong enough screen presence to motivate the mayhem. But I do find it very interesting. I’d love to see the Baroncelli! Let’s arrange a trade.
I’m polishing off the book (of Manon Lescaut) first; one of those novels I was probably supposed to read in college but somehow didn’t, despite its brevity. I’ll be in touch re a trade.
I agree, David Cairns’ Notebook column is a real treat, always.
Oh, goodness, my apologies to David, David. I don’t know how I missed getting that with the big bold letters with his name on the bottom of the posts, I guess I must have either glossed over them due to them seeming out of place or assumed you were working on some epic Omoo-Omoo the Shark God post and were just giving a teaser.

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