This should all probably be relocated to an all-purpose New Wave thread (do we have one?), but I just finished watching Gaumont's Nikos Papatakis box, and he's one of the more interesting New Wave / not-New Wave directors.
It's an exemplary collection: every film he made (including both versions of
Gloria Mundi), in all new HD transfers, each one accompanied by contextualising extras, plus a full disc of general extras, all with English subs (plus four CDs of audio interviews between Papatakis and Michel Cinemt - unsubbed, obviously), plus a large bilingual book.
His debut film,
Les Abysses from 1963, was the only film I'd previously heard of, and I was intrigued by its obnoxious release history. The film was rejected by Cannes, so Papatakis got a bunch of his famous mates (Genet, Sartre, de Beauvoir et al.) to lobby the government with over-the-top claims ("the greatest film I have ever seen!" etc.) so that Minister of Culture Andre Malraux imposed the film on the festival. Papatakis was relentlessly vocal in his work and interviews about the neccessity for revolutionary struggle, but it doesn't seem that those rules applied to himself!
The film was poorly received, and understandably so. Like the two that followed,
Thanos and Despina and
Gloria Mundi, it's formally impressive (great black and white photography, somewhat inventive editing, solid, flexible mise-en-scene), conceptually bold (with one and a half feet in the gratuitously provocative camp), and with performances pitched so far into hysteria that it's practically impossible to care about anything that the characters go through (ritual humiliation, torture, rape, murder - whatever, just shut these people up!) They're all interesting films, but they're so tonally overegged that watching them is something of a chore. For the record, the "paroxysmic" performances are absolutely intentional on Papatakis's part, but that doesn't make them any good!
The two later films,
The Photograph and
Walking a Tightrope, are in general much toned down performance-wise, and much the better for it.
The Photograph is probably his best work, and it works even though the storyline is completely ridiculous. It's one of those narratives in which a little white lie snowballs into an all-engulfing tragedy that could have been averted at any moment if somebody had just cleared up the confusion (which might just be my least favourite narrative trope of them all), but playing it straight helps sell it, and it does afford one great visual gag late in the piece. The long closing section forestalls and forestalls the inevitable denouement in an annoying but rather clever way, and comes up with a last-minute switcheroo that's pretty smart and appropriate.
The ludicrous plot revolves around one character falling in love with the photo of another character's nonexistent sister, culminating in a road-trip to marry the phantom. The duper, rather than spilling the beans, simply makes the other guy drive around Greek mountain roads in an increasingly reckless manner. (Yep, the guy would rather die in a fiery crash than say, "I don't actually have a sister".) After a very long sequence of dusty roads and close shaves, the car finally has a blow-out and swerves towards the edge of a cliff, but surprisingly doesn't go over. So the driver gets out to change the tyre and his non-future-brother-in-law finally cuts out the middle man (a curiously reticent Mister Fate) and smashes his head in with a rock.
Walking a Tightrope is a bracingly nasty film
a clef about Jean Genet (played by Michel Piccoli) and his extremely unpleasant exploitation of various proteges. It's Papatakis' plainest looking film, and apart from one scene his most underplayed, but it's good.
Papatakis was an Ethiopian, and his films are fascinating in the ways they confront head-on issues generally shunned by mainstream French cinema: race, class, immigration, imperialism, terrorism. They're not exactly subtle in the way they couple tragedy and melodrama with Marxism (or in the way in which complex narratives tend to be resolved with explosions!), but they're sincerely engaged.
Nikos Papatakis disdained the New Wave (he found their films offensively trivial) and he really came out of an earlier, more literary tradition. I'm sure he would have been appalled that the
Cahiers crew had co-opted them to their movement!