"No question about it, the French New Wave changed the course of cinema. Busting out of the studio and onto the streets, the group of former film critics turned young auteurs broke conventions through adventurous subversions of normal narrative structure and jarring editing techniques.
Unfortunately, by blowing up French cinema, Godard, Truffaut and the gang left quite a bit of wreckage behind. For the third straight year, programmer and film historian Don Malcolm is picking through the collateral damage to find truly great and forgotten movies and artists in his 15-film series at the Roxie Theater
But if you go to one day of the festival, make it Saturday, Nov. 5, when Malcolm unveils five more films from the awesome Robert Hossein.
Hossein, hated by the New Wave critics, is essentially the poster child of these “French Had a Name for It” festivals. A triple threat — he often writes, directs and stars — Hossein touched a chord with audiences at the Roxie previously with films such as “The Wicked Go to Hell” and “Blonde in a White Car.”
A fascinating fellow, Hossein often worked with crime novelist Frédéric Dard — the Raymond Chandler of France — and his father, Andre Hossein, who wrote some pretty cool jazzy scores that drip with the proper irony.
Start at 1:30 p.m. with 1964’s “Le mort d’un tueur” (“Death of a Killer”), in which a heist goes wrong when a woman both of the main thieves love comes between them. The twist: she’s the sister of one of them (so French!). Eight hours later, the mini-Hossein tribute ends with the bizarre 1965 locked room mystery “Le jeu de la verite” (“The Game of Truth”) in which one of a dozen or so know-it-all guests from high society — including a young Jean-Louis Trintignant — has committed a murder. The success of “Le jeu de la verite” rests on your ability to spend 80 minutes locked in a room, as it were, with these insufferable people. It works as a critique on cafe society, and I’d like to think it’s a poke in the eye at the New Wave and what some perceive as its intellectual arrogance.
Hossein is good as a brooding serial killer in “Le Vampire de Dusseldorf” (“The Secret Killer”) and a crusader against a white slavery racket in “Des femmes disparaissent” (“The Road to Shame”), but I was most struck by the twisted, complex marriage depicted in “Les scelerats” (“The Wretches”).
The more Hossein movies I see, the more apparent it becomes that guilt is a main theme. His films explore how guilt holds us back, keeps us too fixated on the past and unable to forge a healthy future. “Les scelerats” exemplifies what this series is all about: An emotionally mature exploration of our deepest, darkest desires and fears."