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Highlights:

• Visually often very beautiful.

• The exploration into marriage and what happens to a relationship after the initial thrill, discovery, and romance phase transitions into less pyrotechnics, and just knowing the other person almost as a part of yourself. The woman (Silvia Monfort) misses what she once had, whereas her husband (Philippe Noiret) is more content, and the two talk about it in very honest ways.

• The film seems to be right at the nexus of Italian neorealism and the French New Wave, with interesting aspects of each. It shows us the world of these (real) working class fishermen with their homes filled with kids, and does so with the flair of creative technique. Hooray it was made by a woman director, Agnès Varda.

• Loved the jousting scenes in the canal.

• Also loved the black cat doing an impromptu stretch in the background of one scene, effectively stealing it from the couple.

Lowlights:

• The story is lacking. There's a point in putting the cultural traditions of the fishing villagers and their occasional struggles with life side by side with this couple's difficulties in the cultural tradition of marriage, but the connective tissue is tenuous, and there isn't a lot going on here that's truly compelling.

• While the marital conflict is interesting and the dialogue explores it reasonably well, the way the actors deliver their discussion is so passionless it's as if they were sleepwalking through their roles. I believe it's meant to reflect the state their relationship has gotten to, but I think it was carried a little too far.

• The score is weirdly jaunty, and it's awful. It's almost as if the newness of the film style made figuring out what type of music would go with it a mystery, either that or it was an attempt to breathe life into what is a pretty quiet film. Either way, it doesn't work.

• Did we need the shot of the dead cat?

Agnès Varda's career began by the seaside in a small fisher port near Sète and temporarily ended in 2009 with "Les Plages D'Agnès" (Agnès' Beaches). Her debut was a commercial fiasco, only one theater in Paris showed it when it was released (Jean Louis Chéret, Studio-Parnasse).

The part of the man was first intended for George Wilson but he became ill and Philippe Noiret replaced him. This actor didn't like his performance, he thought he was too young (26) and the choice of Wilson was relevant (34). He said he was absent and the character eluded him. The critics thrashed him.

Hailed as the first movie of the Nouvelle Vague, the movie owes at least as much to Italian Neo-realism (Rossellini's "Viaggio In Italia" which depicted a couple's trip whose marriage was on the rocks and Visconti's "La Terra Trema" which dealt with the plight of the fishermen in a small village).

What is definitely "Nouvelle Vague" is the shoestring budget (four times less than "Breathless") and the literary, intellectual, "overwritten" dialogs which seem today almost unbearable; this bourgeois couple complaining about their heartaches, contemplating their navels, walks through the crowd as if the inhabitants of the village didn't exist. They don't relate to them: the only move the man makes is to give an ice-cream to a child. That's not much for someone who spent his whole childhood in the place. Filming on location wasn't the Nouvelle Vague's invention as too many naive people still believe today; for the record "l'Hirondelle Et La Mésange" was filmed entirely on location in...1928.

The depiction of the village wanders drastically from the precepts of the Nouvelle Vague busy being born but recalls the two Italian works mentioned above. We feel that Varda cares for them even if her two principals don't. She cares for their problems with the food hygiene people or with the coastguards'. She feels for Raphaël the young man to be jailed for five days as the gendarmes do for him. We learn he is an Inscrit Maritime (that was the name of the conscripts who lived on the seaside) and he is to do his military service: even if Varda doesn't mention it, we do know he'll have to fight in a dirty war (the Algeria war), like Antoine in "Cleo De 5 à 7".

I don't think like the precedent user that Varda's debut was her best. Actually "Cléo..." is much better. There are similarities between the two works: both Cléo and the couple move in a world they can't relate to. But the key to the 1961 effort is the fact that Cléo opens up and thanks to a soldier soon returning to fight becomes aware that people exist outside her petty world. When she takes her glasses off, what a symbol! But for the man and the woman of "La Pointe Courte" (The Short Headland) -they are only referred through this, bearing no names- they will stay with their inflated egos, their selfishness.

"They are always talking, they mustn't be happy" says a fisher's wife.

The short headland was a blind alley.

I am not a film historian or a fan of Nouvelle Vague. I wanted to see this film because it gave me the opportunity to see my hero, Philippe Noiret, when he was just 26. Thankfully we began by watching the interview w/ Varda, which really gives you a solid understanding of why this film was/is so important, mostly having to do with it being so innovative for its time, and its place as an influence on filmmakers that followed. The 2 story lines did not engage or interest me really.But the visuals were often terrific. And oddly enough, we had just the night before, watched Clash by Night, an American film of the same time which was shot on location in the fishing community of Monterey CA. While visuals were often excellent there as well,in Clash by Night the film really was the STORY, and a very passionate one at that.

La Pointe-Courte was also really important as an example of one of the few important "First Films' of a director,especially a woman director in 1955 , and really especially, one who had no previous experience in film making and no knowledge of film history.

La Pointe Courte is a small jut of land on the east side of Le Canal de Sète, which connects L'Étang de Thau to the Mediterranean Sea. In the mid-1950s, it harbored a small fishing village (perhaps it still does, for all I know) which provides the setting for this film. Written and directed by 26-year old Agnès (née Arlette) Varda, this, her first and perhaps her best film, is credited by some film critics and historians as the first in the French New Wave.

A young (24) Philippe Noiret plays a native of the village who returns from Paris after many years for a short vacation. Heretofore, I was familiar with Noiret only with some of his much later films. Silvia Monfort, with whom I was previously unfamiliar, and who had one of the most unusual faces I've seen on film, plays the disillusioned Parisian wife who joins him five days later to discuss their marriage.

What's interesting about this film are its two intertwining parts. One part, shot in a familiar narrative style, concerns the everyday life and concerns of the villagers. The other part depicts the conversations of the couple in an artistic style full of fascinating images and interesting camera angles, a style which takes full advantage of Varda's photographer's eye. (Varda used three different cinematographers on this shoot, but I don't know which of them photographed which scenes.)

Varda chose the location for the film after a visit there for an assignment as a still photographer. What I liked best about the part involving just the couple were the slow pans of the environments, almost as if Varda were trying to capture the characters' surroundings in a series of stills. On the other hand, I found somewhat disturbing the obtrusive soundtrack of a clarinet, which went counter to the notion that a soundtrack is supposed to enhance the mood of the scene, not play against it as I found this to do. Perhaps that is part of what accounts for this being credited as a New Wave film.

Agnès Varda began her career in 1954 as a feature film director with this movie that tells two separate stories in reciprocal counterpoint: daily life at a fishing village near Sète in France with its joys and dramatic moments and the relationship between husband and wife when she who is a Parisian returns to him after he had chosen to return to his birthplace where he feels now very happy but that doesn't seem to please her very much at first and puts their marriage in danger. This situation is given in a series of soft dialogues between them which don't reveal themselves deep and meaningful enough to make us feel the sentiments behind them. Varda has done much better later with such very good movies like "Le Bonheur" or "Cléo de 5 à 7". However this movie is also classified as a landmark in the New Wave of French cinema that began about that time with names like Truffaut, Godard and Chabrol. It's this historical value that mainly makes this movie worth to be seen.

La Pointe-Courte was the first feature written, edited (in part, with Resnais) and directed by Agnes Varda, but she came previously from still photography, and her clarity, empathy and specificity with a place and it's many details, from the rocks of the shore to how the water shimmers to the plethora of cats (and of course someone even comments on that), is evident right away. At time of writing this, I don't know the full backstory of how she came to become close and immerse herself with the people in this seaside town or village or whatever you call it, but they clearly are open to her and welcoming for her to see and show us all how they fish and talk among themselves and discuss matters important to them- such as outsiders coming in to tell them what to do. And sometimes we get to look close at a detail like how small snakes and crabs go into a bucket.

I don't think Varda would use this term, but like La Terra Trema or Stromboli, it's a depiction of a time and place, in crisp black and white 35mm film, that is authentic and unvarnished and a bit neo-realist-y. She also places a love story at the center which is coming apart at the seams, and in case it isn't clear the man and the woman walk and talk for minutes on end and speak on their hopelessness for their relationship (or more the woman than the man, he would like for it to work and she sees nothing productive ahead).

This is shot at points like a director figuring out what a style will be, and there are a few times shots are styled to be reflective of the characters abstract feelings, perhaps to each other. When the woman talks to her man, who will soon be her ex, she does that thing Bergman would do a decade later where her face is split down the middle by the man looking the other way (so like him one way her another but not at each other), and he does so too. Or with the two of them carrying on their conversation facing the camera in different places shot to shot. This latter part works well, in a poetic-detached sort of way. The other proto Bergman ones, maybe not so much.

Like watching Kubrick with Killer's Kiss or Fear and Desire, the fascination is getting a look at the Start of it all from a talent with a sharp, dramatically alive set of eyes, and in here where the sensibility of Varda was as someone who, in her case and in what I find very inspiring in the opposite way of like a Scorsese or his ilk, wasn't inspired or taking in homage from other films. From what I've read, she wasn't a Film Buff like the other Nouvelle Vague who would come up after and with her, and was just inspired more by what she was interested in: working class people who work hard and live hard and are noble, the delicacy in the poetry of movement, and cats. If this film is a little less than great or just compared to her other films it's that the strengths lie in the more documentary aspects. The (falling apart) love story is sincere but less convincing, maybe because the actors are mostly the same morose-detached tone for the entire time.

La Pointe-Courte is a very impressive debut, and for what it may be lacking in satisfying relationship scenes it more than makes up for with everything, all the local people and their minor joys and sadness and world weariness around the central characters. In other words, half of it is captivating because of the people Varda has found and made into movie stars, and the other half that is more like a "Film" is a bit more pretentious.

"The first tributary of its narrative bifurcation is an ethnological essay exploring the daily hurdles and weekend divertissements of the local folks, their livelihood (contending with policemen for fishing in an illegal lagoon nearby), their grief (mortality is high among a philoprogenitive household), their earthly concerns (a 16-year-old girl seeks the approval of her father for courtship), and their unalloyed joy (a jubilant aquatic jousting competition and its attendant festa are faithfully recorded with both intimacy and grandeur), all are enlivened through Varda's unobtrusive regard and well-posited lens."

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This film, Varda's directorial debut, is as impressive and accomplished as any of the other New Wavers' debuts. It's definitely on the same level as Jean-Luc Godard's Breathless, Francois Truffaut's The 400 Blows, or Alain Resnais's Hiroshima, Mon Amour (Resnais actually worked as the editor for this film). I actually think I prefer it to all three of those (as well as the other three films of Varda's that I've seen). Historically, it's one of the most fascinating films I've ever witnessed. It, in one of its two sections, sprouts from a mixture of both French Poetic Realism of the 1930s and Italian Neorealism in the 1940s. It contains the social drama of such Neorealism classics as Visconti's La Terra Trema, as this plotline deals with a group of poor fishermen and their families. However, Varda doesn't play this hand melodramatically at all. Even when a character dies, we only witness his mourning in a precisely documentarian way. We aren't asked to feel any real emotion for him, which, for some reason, makes it all the more profound. In this way, the film resembles the French poetic realism classics. L'Atalante is clearly echoed, as stray cats occupy many empty spaces in the composition; they appear in nearly every scene in some capacity. Also, the village festival that takes up most of its tail end resembles very much the folksy rural wedding at the beginning of L'Atalante. The film also contains the good humor of Vigo's masterpiece. The second half of the film alternates with the first, switching over exactly every ten minutes, a technique which Varda kind of pilfered from William Faulkner's Wild Palms (aka If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem), a novel which Godard brings up in two of his films, Breathless and Two or Three Things I Know About Her. This second half points toward the future. The French New Wave, just getting underway in 1956 (although the program notes that I received insisted that it was made in 1954), comes to full bloom here. This half, which deals with a husband and wife who have started to grow tired of each other, consists of beautifully choreographed and composed shots of the two lovers strolling along the beaches of the fishing town. The style here is instantly recognizable as one which Resnais would adopt in Hiroshima Mon Amour and Last Year at Marienbad, and even has that semi-resigned feeling to it, as if, in a way, it's half-joking. What's really shocking is that this section does not just predict some of the techniques of the French New Wave, but also the style of Ingmar Bergman's films. I would doubt that Bergman was influenced at all by this film, as it's doubtful he ever saw it. Besides, he was well on his way to hitting his peaks by 1954, as we can see from such early masterpieces as Sawdust and Tinsel. But there are some shots in this film that, once again, will instantly call to mind nearly identical ones from films such as The Seventh Seal and, even more so, Persona.

While it's a lot of fun to identify these old and new (and future) trends in La Pointe Courte, the film more than stands up on its own. Besides, according to the program notes, Agnès Varda was no great cinephile, unlike the other French New Wavers. The two storylines, and their differing styles, complement each other perfectly. It helps that Varda's direction is impeccable. Before she came to the cinema, she was a photojournalist, and it's extremely obvious. Her composition is absolutely stunning, with a lot of concentration on surface textures. The film opens with a tight close-up of a handcrafted wooden chair. You can't tell what it is initially, but as the camera follows the grooves and backs up, the object is revealed for what it is. When one character goes to the train station to pick up his wife, the shot is absolutely award-worthy with its multiple diagonals in the train tracks and the power lines in the distance. The use of sound in the film is also amazing. It's interesting when sound effects are included and when they're occluded. When the married couple walks through a field, there are carts squeaking down rusty tracks (it's a very odd event, but quite remarkable to see and hear). But later, when a large train passes by them only a dozen feet away, we don't hear it at all. Godard would play with sound more thoroughly, but never as subtly.

It's a rather great tragedy that La Pointe Courte has gone almost entirely unavailable. It barely got a release when it was first made, and, even after Varda gained prominence in the French cinema, it seems to have effectively dropped off the face of the planet. I hope that someday there will be a full retrospective of her work on DVD. This film deserves to impress others as much as it impressed me. 10/10.

Agnès Varda's début is ostensibly about a troubled married couple (Lui and Elle, literally "him" and "her") exploring their sameness and differences, but from a present-day perspective their story pales in comparison to the history going on around them.

The poverty stricken inhabitants of the coastal commune of Sète, their gossip, their traditions, their interactions with the authorities, the sickness and the death they take for granted, and the penalties they face trying to earn a simple living in an increasingly regulated France - it's all far more compelling than the love story.

Most interesting of all though: How this unremarkable location where men went out to find shellfish was transformed almost overnight into a large holiday resort where young people go to find casual sex.

Do check out Mektoub, My Love: Canto Uno for a glimpse of life in Sète today.

La Pointe Courte (1955) was shown in the U.S. with its original French title. It was written and directed by Agnès Varda.

Although this was Varda's first film, she already had the uncanny knack of knowing how to film intensely personal moments, how to film small group discussions, and how to film crowd scenes. She wanted to write about the village of La Pointe Courte, but instead decided to make a movie. She borrowed money, and she made this movie. Clearly, she was a genius, and we can see that when we watch to film.

The acting in the film was at a high level. Most of the actors were nonprofessionals, who lived in the fishing village of La Pointe Courte.

However, the two leads: Philippe Noiret as Lui, and Silvia Monfort as Elle, were professional actors. (Although Noiret went on to become one of France's most popular actors, this was his first major role. Monfort was a professional who, by 1955, had already worked in theater and cinema.)

What makes the movie unique is that it blended one plot--an ethnographic vision of the small fishing village--with another very personal plot. In the latter plot, Noiret and Monfort play a married couple who have come from Paris to La Pointe Courte, where the husband was born. They are having an existential crisis. That always sounds pretentious, but I really think it fits in this case. Husband and wife are questioning their nature as individual human beings, their relationship as a couple, and whether they still truly love each other.

They rent a room in La Pointe Courte, and then they talk. (Remember, this is a French film--an early example of what became the French Cinematic New Wave . That means the couple don't kiss, they don't make love, they don't fish or swim--they talk about their relationship.)

Meanwhile, on the ethnographic side of the film, the people live hardscrabble lives because their income depends on the uncertainties of fishing. They are in a constant cat-and-mouse game with the public health authorities and the police, because they sometimes fish in contaminated water. As one character says, "Yes, the water is contaminated, but I haven't heard of anyone dying because they ate our fish."

The good news is that the villagers help one another. It's clearly a cooperative situation, and that's how they survive. However, their life is hard, and they're always one step away from disaster.

Philippe Noiret, even as a young man of 25, gives us the first view of the talent that he developed over the years. Monfort was his equal as an actor. She was 32 when the film was completed, but looked no older than Noiret. She had an unusual beauty, unlike the perfect beauty of Catherine Deneuve. In fact, Monfort looks like an actor Ingmar Bergman would have chosen to star in one of his films.

People have pointed out that some of the shots in La Pointe Courte resemble Ingmar Bergman's work. The fact is that Bergman's film Persona, which clearly has some similar shots, was completed in 1966, 11 years after Varda's film. My compliments to Bergman, who had the genius to recognize greatness in another director.

In many ways, the French Cinematic New Wave was a cooperative enterprise. The great director Alain Resnais was the editor of La Pointe Courte. Resnais had trained as an editor, but was already directing his own films in 1955. We can't tell how much his expertise helped fledgling filmmaker Varda, but my guess would be that his contribution was substantial.

We saw this film as part of an Agnès Varda retrospective in the wonderful Dryden Theatre at George Eastman House in Rochester, NY. It would be better to see it on the large screen. However, if that's not an option, see it on the small screen. This film is both an aesthetic pleasure and a movie of historical importance. If you love cinema, this film is a must!

«La Pointe-Courte» was Agnès Varda's first feature film and the first film-manifesto of the "nouvelle vague". In it, Varda broke with some narrative traditions, following neorealist strategies, distancing Bertolt Brecht style and a "mise-en-caméra" close to direct cinema, which was gaining ground around the world at that time, including France where it was euphemistically called "cinéma vérité".

The different influences blend well in the same story, but not all ot them have the same appeal and, in the final analysis, my balance leans more towards the narrative of fiction of anthropological affiliation, than towards the aesthetic compositions of a couple in crisis with which Varda disguises melodrama, aurally reinforced by self-referential declamations of the man and the woman. In fact, in the synopsis that I have read (and in Varda's own words), the story of this couple is taken as the principal storyline, when, in fact, the neighborhood and its fishermen are the true "anti-stars".

With natural actors (the inhabitants of the fishing neighborhood of La Pointe-Courte, in the South of France) Varda tells a story that serves as a unifying thread of the different influences, in which local men insist on fishing in a small contaminated maritime "lagoon" and are consequently persecuted by the Department of Health. At the same time, the filmmaker shows us events that animate their lives: the first love, the patriarchy confrontations, the sporting joust, the death of a child...

On the other hand, Varda, who always alluded to happiness or its absence in her filmography, takes us away from the neorealist liveliness and immerses us in long affective ramblings (which were common in the "nouvelle vague" works, especially in the films by Godard, Rohmer and Resnais), which are nothing more than the process of sentimental adjustment of one La Pointe-Courte native (Philippe Noiret) and his Parisian wife (Silvia Monfort).

As if sensing the strength of the La Pointe-Courte people and their lives, Varda opened and closed the film with images of the neighborhood and its faces: in the first sequence, morning breakfasts are interrupted by the appearance of officials from the Department of Health, and in the end, a popular dance is enlivened by a band that is frozen in the final shot. Without intending to, Agnès Varda left us a moment of film history, of a corner of France, of a popular culture on the coast, as a worthy preamble to her prestigious career.

We fail to understand love means different things for different people. The way to deal with your problems define us and our journey of the life. Hastiness never works, it might seem it solved your issues for a moment. People tend to busy themselves with the things so they forget about the problems but does that solve the problem, no. We can always come to the better result, if we do it with pure of hearts and calmly. Let everyone have their say, with no threats. But are we really pure at heart.

I noticed that all the reviews currently on IMDb for "La Pointe-Courte" are very positive--and some are simply glowing. Well, let me be a voice of dissent, as I disliked the film intensely. While I could see their point that some of the camera-work was nice, I found the film to be pretentious and boring.

The film looks much like a French version of an Italian Neo-Realist film. The actors appear to be non-actors--local people from some French fishing community and the story, like a Neo-Realist film, is about ordinary people and ordinary things. Because of that, I found the first 33 minutes rather dull. Seeing folks in this fishing village only seemed interesting for a short time--then I failed to see any sort of point to the film. And, just when I thought it couldn't get much worse, it did! A newly wed couple you saw early in the film is now arguing--but arguing with absolutely no energy or intensity at all. And, oddly, apparently four years has passed since their last scene--though there is no sense of time passing at all in the film. And, instead of showing any emotion during this strange sequence, they TALK, TALK, TALK--while the camera plays annoying games with their profiles. Then, you see a closeup of a dead cat (who the @^## wants to see that?!) and then some eels. It's incredibly artsy-fartsy--that's for sure.

This simply is a film that normal folks would hate intensely. While I have a high tolerance for art films and have probably reviewed more than anyone on IMDb, this film was just too intensely boring and pretentious and made me wonder WHO the audience was for it. If you think I am wrong, try showing the film to a few friends and family members--I would venture that most would feel pretty much like me about the film.

Agnes Varda never got her just due for having made the first true film of the French New Wave. Part of it was because this picture didn't get much play at the time - even in France, but, a larger factor was that she wasn't as tight with the Truffuat and Godard Cahiers du Cinema clique who also got the first wide attention with films like 400 BLOWS and BREATHLESS. And, oh yes, she was a woman. History aside, Varda's debut feature displays attributes associated with the Nouvelle Vague so prominently, that it is indeed a shame that she isn't properly credited. The low budget shooting on the run, the elliptical dialogue between the lead couple (Philippe Noiret and Silvia Monfort) and the often off-kilter stylish compositions and editing. The score is largely a droning clarinet. It's all there in LA POINTE COURTE. Varda's interest in photography which led to her career-long interest in Documentary filmmaking also marks the film, for the central romance shares time equally with a portrait of the tiny fishing community where it's set (the Noiret character's hometown). The ambitions of the film are small, but, it's still quite a low key delight. It should be better known and recognized as the true start of that famous French filmmaking Revolution.

This film needs to be part of more and ALL film discussions. Agnes Varda did more than any other film director, and she deserves all the credit in the world. This is such an incredible, thoughtful, meaningful film that everyone should watch!

I did not find out until many years later that this was Agnes' first film. Clearly, she was meant to bring films to life, and I hope streaming services can make films like this more accessible. Why do films like this only live in Criterion and Canopy, why can't they also live on Hulu AND Netflix AND Peacock AND everything else so more and more people can watch these masterpieces.

This is like a sad painting. The actions of the two main characters are never overly dramatic--life is matter of fact and we need to embrace it (or not). As the young woman tussles with continuing her life with a man who is not particularly exciting, she comes to realize that life is not just another person. It is a series of experiences, many of which are mundane and part of daily events. So the village takes on its own life as it begins to win her over through its own characters' interactions. We could pick out a number of these to focus on. But like a great painting, it is the totality of the thing that embraces us. I had never seen a work by this director and hope to come up with some others.

Should the couple choose the quiet life of the fishing port (Noiret's character's only wish) or the ambition and excitement of the city(montfort 's character favours that). The discussion is never dull. Nor is the fishing port. The locals battle against the regulations of health officials and the enforcing coast guard. The camera angles and cinematography are always interesting. The music is lovely. Very enjoyable.