Picked up a small stack of old Films and Filming magazines in a Stockbridge charity shop: £1 each, the best price I’ve ever seen. I nearly bought all of them, but sense prevailed and I restricted myself to issues with interesting interviews or Raymond Durgnat articles.
Here’s Francis Ford Coppola interviewed in 1969, talking about his writing gig on Rene Clement’s IS PARIS BURNING? (the interview is a fantastic guide to FCC’s screenwriting years):
“After all the scripts I had written for Seven Arts (11 in 2 years), I was promised a reward of sorts–Ray Stark said I could just go to Paris and have a vacation with my wife because the writer then working on it was a man who was very ill, dying in fact. And these are the honest-to-God words used, my job was to assist that man and ‘if the pencil fell out of his hand, I was to pick it up.'”
I totally believe Ray Stark would have said that.
On the other hand, who was this dying writer? None of the credited or uncredited scribes listed on the IMDb expired within ten years of the film’s production. Which suggests that not only did they speak callously of the guy, they punted his name into obscurity as soon as he’d pegged it.
Coppola continues to trash-talk his collaborators:
“I could write a book about the troubles we had [I wish he would]– the silly, petty, dumb things with the French Government; it was just an insane mess. Paul Graetz, the French producer, was no help. And Rene Clement, the director, was even worse. Nobody would speak up. They were all terrified. They just wouldn’t admit that there were any Communists in France during the war. Or if there were we were never to use their names. It came down to that. Why? Because the de Gaulle regime didn’t acknowledge their existence–then or now. You see, the whole essence of the plot, as I saw it, was the battle between the Communists and the de Gaullist fraction [sic] for control of the city when the Germans moved out. You see, whereas the de Gaullists wanted to stall an uprising because they wanted the Americans to come in so that they, the de Gaullists, could eventually take over, the Communists wanted to start an insurrection so that they could take immediate control. That was the story. And if we couldn’t have that, I couldn’t see where there was a movie to be made. Well, I wanted out. I wanted to go home. Then Seven Arts sent Gore Vidal to Paris, who persuaded me to try things with him for a time.”
I left the “fraction” thing in, because FCC has an occasional tendency to mangle the language (“I don’t make films for the hoi polloi,” Clive James quoted him as saying, when he meant “the intelligentsia”).
It was lucky for Coppola that he stayed on the project long enough to scoop up co-writing credit with Vidal, because the gig established him as a WWII expert and that got him PATTON, which won him a Best Adapted Screenplay Oscar. (General Patton even appears in IPB?, forcefully personated by Kirk Douglas.)
All that FCC says is interesting — and I can well imagine it being true. I do wonder how much of the production difficulties he was party to and understood, as a non-French speaker. But surely the stuff about avoiding mention of communism is true. As luck would have it, I just rewatched the movie, a favourite of mine (and Spike Lee’s).
It turns out there WAS a movie to be made. The ideological question of who was to conquer Paris is replaced in the film by a patriotic one — can the first tanks in be Leclerc’s French ones? Can the Resistance take the city before the Germans withdraw? And, most urgently of all, will the departing Germans blow up every single cultural treasure in the city? And, a side-issue of nevertheless pressing import, who will survive?
Clement may have been, in Coppola’s estimation, hopeless at negotiating the political perils of the production, but he serves up a large-scale historical epic in multiple languages (I do need to find a version that preserves the English AND French-language performances — do I need to edit one myself?) and the movie is surprisingly light on its feet — no white elephant (although Manny Farber and I would disagree on that, I’m sure). And it may be Maurice Jarre’s second-best score after LAWRENCE OF ARABIA (and the best he actually did himself — LOA seemingly owes a lot to the orchestrator). I do find the GREAT ESCAPE tradition of adding jaunty marches to grim war tales rather sinister, but it WORKS — the counterpoint is both shrewdly commercial, lightening the gloom, and artistically attractive… if morally queasy. Jarre brings out his cheery tune each time a new French movie star strides into frame, which means the music gets a VERY frequent airing — look, it’s Jean-Paul Belmondo, Charles Boyer, Alain Delon, Jean-Pierre Cassell, Leslie Caron, Bruno Cremer, Claude Dauphin, Daniel Gelin, Yves Montand, Michel Piccoli, Simone Signoret, Jean-Louis Trintignant… the individual casting is shrewd, too, with Trintignant as traitor in tinted shades… Piccoli’s existential jazz-beard marks him as a commie even if the script dares not speak the name.
As William Goldman explained of A BRIDGE TOO FAR, all-star casting is useful not only to pre-sell a movie, but it makes it much easier for the audience to keep the story straight in a complex film with countless speaking parts — we already know everybody so we can follow along happily.
IS PARIS BURNING? stars Ferdinand Griffon dit Pierrot; Adam Belinksi; Gigi; King Louis XIII; Bernardo; Victor Manzon ‘Serrano’; President of Earth; Jef Costello; Spartacus; Cagliostro; Pa Kent; Auric Goldfinger; Louis Bernard; Von Luger ‘The Kommandant’; Cesar Soubeyran dit ‘Le Papet’; Norman Bates; Henri Husson; Dr. Mabuse; Claude Ridder; Mare ‘Casque D’Or’; Elliot Ness; Clerici; Nscho-tschi; Milkman; Slugworth; Kazanian; Julien Doinel – le beau-père d’Antoine; Scope; and Charles Foster Kane.