Wanda la
vediamo già senza più famiglia, nel sogno americano per alcuni, ma non per lei,
senza le luci di New York, sola nel fango, nell'inverno del suo scontento e
della sua tristezza, arresa.
non ha lavoro, casa, amici, incontra
gente strana, e cattiva, che la tratta come una puttana, nei casi migliori.
poi capita con un ladro triste e
manesco, altro che Bonnie e Clyde, e poi sarà di nuovo sola, piccolo
pezzetto di legno nella tempesta della vita.
Barbara Loden, regista e Wanda nel
film, moglie di Elia Kazan, muore giovane, lascia questo piccolo unico film
capolavoro.
lasciate ogni speranza, voi che
vedrete Wanda, ma non ve
ne pentirete - Ismaele
…Bellezza
sofisticata e vistosa, ma fine e tutt’altro che volgare, la Loden attrice si
annulla espressivamente come a rendere ancora più atono ed impersonale il
tratto che la contraddistingue e che la qualifica come essere umano incapace di
prendere in pugno la situazione, certa solo di ciò che non vuole ma
completamente insicura ed incerta sul nuovo sentiero di vita da intraprendere.
Un
film piccolo, ma fondamentale e bello, triste e struggente fino alla
disperazione e ritratto, anzi baluardo timido ma risoluto, di quella parte di
società americana che non è riuscita a cavalcare l’onda dell’orgoglio e
dell’iniziativa che eleva e rende liberi e indipendenti.
Written
by, directed by and starring Barbara Loden, who died tragically young of
breast cancer and was married to Elia Kazan. The story follows
Wanda, a mother who has allegedly abandoned her family and goes wandering
between one-night stands until she meets up with a criminal and becomes his
accomplice of sorts. Wanda’s sense of self-worth has been battered down
to nothingness. We’re not sure exactly what set her down this path… on
the one hand, she makes some very poor decisions, on the other, she is routinely
discounted and dismissed by every male she comes across. The only thing
that seems to drive her is a need to be wanted by someone, no matter how poorly
she gets treated in the bargain. She refers to her companion as “Mr.
Dennis” while he barely bothers to learn her name, a name he only uses when
coaxing her into a crime. It’s one of the rare moments Wanda attempts to
define herself, and she’s broken down by being granted a small piece of
identity…
…L’air
de rien, Wanda avance, prend probablement confiance en elle, rejoint
finalement les autres à la fin du récit, après avoir refusé
énergiquement qu’un homme abuse d’elle et avoir traversé une crise de larmes
purgative qui est l’un des plus beaux moments du film.
À
l’image des personnages, le film est sec, rêche. La caméra est cependant vive,
dynamique. Distante, oui, mais significativement subjective aussi.
Tout semble se dérouler en un présent immédiat, brûlant. Loden évite avec
bonheur la représentation psychologisante de ses caractères,
les explications narratives artificielles. Au niveau de l’économie du récit,
rien ne semble être de l’ordre de la scorie, de l’articulation inutile. On
navigue dans l’ordinaire et le quotidien, certes, mais l’auteur va pourtant à
l’essentiel.
Et cela fait la pureté et la poésie cinématographique de Wanda – au sens quasi pasolinien du terme.
Et cela fait la pureté et la poésie cinématographique de Wanda – au sens quasi pasolinien du terme.
…A
forgotten product of the American indie movement (before it was even a movement
celebrated in festivals like Sundance), Barbara Loden's "Wanda" (1971)
is quite a revelation on DVD. Loden, who was married to Elia Kazan at the time
and had appeared in his "Splendor in the Grass" a decade earlier, set
out to make her directorial mark with this fact-based story of a weak, abused
woman forced into a botched bank robbery.
The
movie was shot in Pennsylvania in a sort of "fiction verite" style --
location lensing, natural lighting and sound, uninflected acting, a music-free
soundtrack and no apparent directorial influence. Loden favors
long, static shots, sometimes from great distance, in which a character or a
vehicle will move across the frame in real time. Characters speak, not in the
standard cinematic rhythms we have come to consider realistic (they're not),
but in the far more off-putting bursts and silences of actual conversation.
It's
an anti-style that has gained traction in recent years in such films as Bruno
Dumont's "Humanite" and Vincent Gallo's "The Brown Bunny."
Comparisons to the work of John Cassavetes work up to a point: the indie
pioneer certainly went for a naturalistic look and tone, but his dramas are
much more intense than here, much more emotionally acted.
Loden
bravely subverts her own sexy (if little known) screen image to play poor
Wanda, an aging little girl lost who at movie's start is sleeping on her
parents' couch, having left (or been thrown out by) her husband. She shows up
late in court to relinquish all rights to her children. She is fired from her
factory job for being too slow on the line and is cheated out of the few meager
overtime dollars due her. Having taken refuge in a movie theater and fallen
asleep, she awakes to find her purse fleeced.
A
bad day gets worse when she wanders into an empty bar and fails to realize that
the "bartender" is actually a robber who has the real publican tied
up on the floor out of view. The robber, played in a constant state of riveting
paranoia by Michael Higgins, knows he can't let Wanda just walk out. And so
begins their road trip through coal country and dingy motel rooms, culminating
at a downtown Scranton bank…
…La
qualité intrinsèque de Wanda vient de ce rôle de femme présent
dans quasiment toutes les scènes, vivant sa clandestinité au détriment des
autres et d’elle-même, à la fois fragile et fort, antipathique et bouleversant
à l’image de ses dualités propres, de ses contradictions. Quand elle s’entiche
du personnage de Dennis, petit escroc à la semaine, caractériel et violent, qui
vole les voitures et braque les banques, il surgit une lumière d’humanité, une
étincelle d’espoir, né de cette relation impossible, de ce rêve de couple
stable. Comment ne pas y voir la figure tutélaire du cinéaste Elia Kazan qu’au
travers de l’œilleton de sa caméra, Barbara Loden juge ou tout du moins
interroge : il est aussi un faussaire, un homme d’images. Une interrogation
très troublante quand on sait à quel point ils ont pu être proches et en même
temps dans quelles conditions ils se sont séparés, fracture qui trouve un point
final dans les dernières minutes du métrage, les plus inouïes, les plus fortes,
les plus douloureuses. Car si ces derniers instants amènent Wanda à
reconsidérer sa vie, c’est qu’il reste après un périple aussi chaotique, une
lueur d’espoir pour elle, l’espoir de tout recommencer à nouveau.
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