Thoughts On: “Menilmontant” (1926)

There are certain films I love to watch the most in the late evening when all is quiet, the room is dim, and there’s a couple lit candles in the corner. (I have a slight mania for candles, and their glimmer adds hugely to the atmosphere of a Special Film Experience. Feel free to share in my quirk.) There’s an hour or so to while away until bedtime, a period of peace when your mind is free. And if it isn’t free, maybe a great film can give you an opportunity to let it rest and refresh itself while drinking in that hour or two’s worth of art.

One such piece of art that I like to save for an occasional Special Film Experience is a short masterpiece called Ménilmontant (1926). Maybe a few of you cinephiles recognize the name, since critic Pauline Kael said it was her favorite film. She explained that this obscure, 37-minute French silent directed by the little-known Dimitri Kirsanov had “a lyricism Chaplin could only dream of.” I’ll admit I watched it after reading Kael’s recommendation, and quickly realized that she was right.

Menilmontant violence

It opens with sudden, shocking violence as a couple is murdered with an ax. The use of rapid montage heightens the brutality. Two young sisters, played by Nadia Sibirskaïa and Yolande Beaulieu, are playing out in the countryside when Sibirskaïa discovers what has happened. We never see the bleeding bodies, only a group of people looking downward and three quick, advancing closeups of Sibirskaïa’s shocked face. We will see this story through her sensitive point of view–there are no title cards.

We see the sisters in mourning in the cemetery. We assume the couple was the girls’ parents, although it might be only their father that died, the woman who died with him being a mystery. A hint, perhaps, of something illicit. A symbolic shot of the two sisters walking slowly off together down a country road, flanked by rows of those tall, lean trees you often see in those French Impressionist paintings, uses several dissolve effects and creates a haunting, meditative effect.

Menilmontant trees

The sisters move to Paris, to the impoverished district of Ménilmontant. They live in an old apartment and earn money by making artificial flowers. Montages of Paris’s bustling life are captured with handheld cameras, giving the story immediacy decades before Hollywood would turn it into a familiar “realism” trope. We have glimpses of people, but they remain distant. In the little, winding cobblestone streets and crumbling stone walls of Ménilmontant it is quieter. Graffiti scratched onto the plaster suggests stories we will never know.

Sibirskaïa’s sweet, girlish character has a boyfriend, a poetic-faced young man who casts long shadows on the ground in one early shot. She is clearly crazy about him, and he clearly knows how to exert his charms. Eventually he coaxes her, longing but hesitant, into spending the night with him. This leads to a presumed estrangement between her and her sister, captured in another montage showing the conflicted thoughts in the mind of Beaulieu’s lonely character.

The dalliance (perhaps the first of several) ends with Sibirskaïa’s character having a baby. She becomes homeless, sitting quietly in parks, walking along the Seine. Beaulieu’s character becomes seduced by the same young man (witnessed with horror by Sibirskaïa), although more willingly, and then becomes a prostitute. Everything is shown, nothing is told to us outright, and we’re left to try and fill in the gaps as much as Kirsanov allows. We understand the story, get glimpses into the characters’ minds, but there are pieces of the story only they can fully know. The film ends with another violent scene, but there is also reconciliation and hope.

There is a great deal to study in Ménilmontant, whether its the masterful delvings into the psychology of its main characters or the poetic repetition of certain images. Above all, this film is poetic. We see shots of bare tree branches against winter skies, raw-looking ground, and the actors’ feet walking across cold cobblestones. There’s a subtle connection between both nature and human nature. Kirsanov can tell his tale with a shot as simple as a closeup of Sibirskaïa’s feet descending concrete steps toward the cold waters of the Seine before hesitating as she changes her mind about her fate.

Sibirskaïa’s realistic performance is, quite simply, one of the best you will ever see in a silent film. Her existence is a rebuke to everyone who thinks silent era acting was uniformly hammy. Her affectionate  character is both youthful and poised, and she incorporates little grace notes such as her girlish half-spins on her heel as she flirts with her lover. The finest scene in the film is where she is sitting on a park bench in the cold with her baby, and an old man sharing the bench begins eating his lunch. She realizes how hungry she is and tries to endure it. Then the old man quietly slides some bread and meat to her, and she, terribly moved, accepts it and eats while fighting back tears.

Menilmontant tears

Ménilmontant remains fresh and modern, while still reminding us of distant memories that are a little too faint and quivery to catch all details. I love it for its atmosphere and delicacy, and admire it for its honesty and, strange to say, its refusal to lapse into cynicism. There is brutality and gritty poverty, but there is also hope. People can betray each other, but others can be merciful. There is debris and stained plaster in the alleyways of Ménilmontant, but the early morning sun can still peer in through the gloom. There is more truth here than in other films were everything ends in relentless despair and ugliness. It is timeless, moving, and showcases the very best of early French cinema.

Ménilmontant is available as part of Kino’s Avant-garde: Experimental Cinema of the 1920s and 1930s set. Don’t let the “avant-garde” label distract you from this beautiful piece–unless you already appreciate that genre, of course. It has a gorgeous modern soundtrack that for once actually works, adding to the depth and meditative quality of the Special Film Experience. It’s also on YouTube, as you can see here:

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28 thoughts on “Thoughts On: “Menilmontant” (1926)

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  2. This is a great article, I love your advice for enjoying the silents. This move seems very sad but also pretty incredible, definitely a two tissue box-er!

    Thank you for your engaging contribution to the France on Film Blogathon!

  3. Really enjoyed the review. I would never have found out about this film if it wasn’t for your interesting review. What a marvellous film it is. Thank you.

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  5. You have written an amazing and inspirational review. I simply can not wait to view this. Thank you so much for this – or, in the spirit of the blogathon – Merci.

  6. I was unaware of this film until reading your review. Fortunately, I just happen to have a copy of it on dvd and just finished watching it. No need to do my own review, as you covered everything I would have said. But I do want to say that the scene on the park bench was one of the best pieces of acting that I’ve seen in a long time, perhaps ever. Absolutely heartbreaking.

  7. I just saw this film last month, while finally watching that DVD I’d had out from Netflix for far too long. I absolutely loved it, and was really impressed with it. It was so lyrical, poetic, beautiful, and moving, particularly since it does it all without any intertitles.

    • No dialogue, no words of any kind–just pure emotion! It’s such an achievement. (I can relate to having a Netflix DVD out for an absurdly long time, btw! 😀 )

  8. Thank you for bringing this movie to my attention; it’s so beautiful. I’ve actually been getting a little bit more into French avant-garde films lately since you recommended Menilmontant. Have you ever seen the hilariously surreal Entr’acte directed by Rene Clair?

    • So happy to hear you’re enjoying Menilmontant! I’ve seen Entr’acte, some time ago though. I should have one of my avant-garde nights and watch it again. My favorite of the genre is probably Ghosts Before Breakfast (1928) by Hans Richter (the one with the flying bowler hats)!

  9. “The finest scene in the film is where she is sitting on a park bench in the cold with her baby..” I absolutely agree. And it is, for me, one of the most heartful scenes ever. You can cut out from the film and show it alone and shock any audience from any era.

  10. I discovered this film a couple of years ago on Youtube. One of my all-time favorites. So lyrical without a single inter-title. Very nice article on a film that should be better known.

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  12. In the summer of 1966, I ran the Experimental Film Theater in the East Village in N.Y. I showed Menilmontant and Brumes d’Automne with her starring. I can never forget her .I have a picture of her on my living room wall, in fact. Have you seen her in “Au Bonheur des Dames”? She is equally beautiful and breaks your heart yet again.

  13. I saw the short clip with the food being shared and was blown away by the lighting, the acting, editing, everything. I had to research this to find out more and came across your page. When it came time to share the clip with my wife, I read your article first. So beautifully written. A perfect prelude to sharing a superb film with the one you love. Bryan

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