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Lancelot of the Lake (Lancelot du Lac) (1974)
Robert Bresson makes his directorial strategies blatant from the
opening frames of this quiet, bleak, masterful movie. Two armored knights, effectively
burdened by their own bodies, slowly lift arms and swords and attack each other. One dies,
but who is he? Were not told. Another knight (or is it the victorious one?) rides
through a forest. We see only metal legs and a horses body as it passes through the
frame; the camera does not care to follow this man, whoever he is, on his journey. More
anonymous bodies are shown, lying dead and burning beside a thatched house. Another knight
rides past, without stopping or seeming to register these corpses.
Lancelot Of The Lake is a relentless, implacable demythologization of the story of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. Camelot is no glorious castle; its just some wooden fortifications and tents. The knights themselves are grim figures, haunted by the recently abandoned, failed quest for the Holy Grail. At one point, Arthur leads Lancelot and Gawain into the forts central chamber and gestures around the table, ticking off all the seats that are empty, naming all the knights who have died in service of a goal Bresson quite clearly sees as foolish and futile.
He doesnt have much more sympathy for the consuming passion at the center of the tale - the affair between Lancelot and Queen Guinevere. Bresson stages the lovers meetings as glum, deadpan exchanges of expository dialogue. They stand on opposite sides of the room from each other, throwing words into the space between them like bricks onto a pile. It is not enough that Lancelots fellow knights have died for nothing; to Bresson, even his protagonists love must be devalued, neutered, debunked.
Perhaps no single scene better exemplifies Bressons infuriating, monomaniac brilliance than a tournament attended by the surviving Knights of the Round Table, and a disguised, anonymous Lancelot. We are not permitted to see actual jousting. Instead, there's a repetitive sequence, as follows:
A bagpiper (whose face is not shown) blows the fanfare to signal the beginning of the
A horse rides past the camera, with only its riders legs visible.
There is a crashing sound. One knight falls off his horse - were permitted this minimal catharsis.
Gawain and Arthur look up; Gawain murmurs, Lancelot, suspecting the identity of the
apparently unbeatable anonymous knight.
Whats amazing about this movie is that its never boring.
Bresson strips away frippery to such an extent that it should be a coma-inducing slog, but
its not. The formal constraints serve, somewhat perversely, to heighten the drama.
If all this is so pointless, were left wondering, why did he bother making the
movie? Clearly, he still sees something heroic in these people. Perhaps the very futility
of their quest, their jousts, their passions, is what fascinates Bresson. Lancelot Of The Lake may be the direct opposite
of John Boormans campy, melodramatic Excalibur, but its just as involving a
take on the Arthurian myth as that film.
- Phil Freeman