Everyone knows that radio is transcendent and that of the
other electronic media television and movies aren’t even a close second. And
one of the great radio institutions of all time is Radio France. Nicolas
Philibert’s La Maison de la radio, currently playing at Film Forum, is an
inside look at what goes on inside the auspicious circular structure (designed by the architect Henri Bernard) where Radio France--roughly the counterpart of our NPR and England’s BBC--is produced. The documentary
wisely employs Fred Wiseman’s documentary style which to say that it lets the institution speak for
itself. There are no voice overs or commentary to cloud the
terrain since the movie is a walking voice over in which the charm of French
language and syntax is a key part of the script. “Quand meme,” “ecoute,” “ca me
rappelle quelqu’un,” “d’accord,” "ca ne vous derange pas” are just a few of the
common Frenchisms that are the lingua franca of the broadcasts. When you see
them used in the context of the programming they’re virtually untranslatable
since they're like breathing. There are all kinds of eccentricities that make
French Radio so French. In the movie an
interview subject is a storm chaser by avocation. He earns his money as a
doctor but won’t reveal his specialty due to the narrowness of the field.
Pierre Bastien, a composer who makes mechanized instruments, performs
one of his pieces while another studio features a room filled with xylophones and in yet another a hand held mallet hitting a chime marks the time on a quiz show. A
sardonic woman editor wants to know if the fourth body found in the Deule was
discovered in bits and pieces or as a whole. Another Radio France executive
teaches an announcer how to read his script while the director of a play is trying
to show one of her actors how to speak French with an American accent. Umberto
Eco makes an appearance, along with a motorcycle team who follow the Tour de
France. There is only one thing missing and that’s “le mystere.” Seeing La Maison de la radio is a little like
going to the Fitzergerald Theater in Saint Paul to watch Garrison Keillor perform.
The images and the poetry of radio come from the imaginative space it provides.
Nowhere is this more true than in the case of Radio France where "le mot juste" is treated with almost the same care that the French give to their cuisine. In
this regard, the director's behind the scenes look can be a little like Toto pulling the curtain
on the Wizard of Oz.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
La Maison de la radio
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