Saturday, December 4, 2010

A Day in the Country with Jean Renoir

Well, maybe not an entire day—more like 40 minutes—but time, like age, is a matter of attitude anyway.

This 1936 French short film was directed by Jean Renoir about a year before his The Rules of the Game ( made him a top tier director. This was supposed to be a full-length film, but Renoir encountered some sort of mental block that led him to leave the film unfinished for ten years. In 1946, he turned the surviving footage into a short film. Full-length or short, as per usual, Renoir employs poetic realism to tell a simple but poignant tale (based on a Guy de Maupassant story) about illicit love and lust.

Again picking on the bourgeoisie, Renoir Partie_de_campagne_1has a Parisian industrialist (Andre Gabriello) take his family to the country for a Sunday afternoon of mingling with provincial types and communing with nature. Evidently this happens a lot, because two male adventurers, Rodolphe (Jacques Borel) and Henri (Georges D’Arnoux) eagerly await the acquaintance of the industrialist’s daughter Henriette (Sylvia Bataille) and his wife Juliette (Jeanne Marken). What transpires is an interesting study of age and class.

day3On the one hand, you have Juliette and Rodolphe. He is witty and outright blatant about his intentions, while she is keenly aware of the situation and quite happy to be the object of his affection for this one afternoon. To her, it is a nice day in the country with a man who is the total opposite of her husband. Plus, she can have her lustful afternoon adventure and return to her Parisian lifestyle without any regret. On the opposite hand, you have Henriette and Henri.  She is betrothed to the idiotic Anatole (Paul Temps), but has a romantic streak that leads her into the arms of a poor man. While Juliette and Rodolphe are quite content with their fun ending at the end of the day, Henriette and Henri have the soul-crushing knowledge that what could have been a deep, abiding love for the rest of their lives must come to an end with the setting sun.

When I watched this film I remembered what I had read in the 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die book partie2about the ending. Adrian Martin writes, “So what started, in Henriette’s words, as ‘a sort of vague desire’ that calls forth both the beauty and harshness of nature, ends badly, as the ‘years pass, with Sundays as melancholy as Monday.’” While it is a short film, it conveys a powerful message about class expectations and the stupidity of youth. Renoir knowingly uses a beautiful setting to tell us a very a harsh-ending story. 

Just 40 minutes long, and usually found on YouTube, A Day in the Country (Une Partie de Campagne) is a good introduction of Renoir’s style and manner of storytelling.


  1. Thank you, Kim. I was unaware of this film, but will get over to YouTube and see if I can find it. Sounds fascinating.

  2. Kim, this was my introduction to Renoir and, in many ways, it's my favorite of his films. Thank goodness, Renoir left it at its current length. In terms of lyrical beauty and raw emotions, I don't think even a great a director like him could have improved on it. Francois Truffaut describes it much better than me (of course!), calling it Renoir's "most physical" film..."each blade of grass tickles our faces." It's also the Renoir work that reminds me the most of her father Auguste's paintings.

  3. Thanks, Kim, for another well written and intriguing write-up of a Renoir film. This is the first thing I read this morning, and it was a great way to start my day. I haven't seen Renoir's film, so thank you for the YouTube tip!

  4. Kim, you are introducing me to many new films..
    Thank you.

  5. Kim, this is another excellent review of a classic Renoir work. I haven't seen this since college but remember the setting as lovely and the conclusion of the story as somewhat wistful. Thanks, too, for the YouTube tip! I have truly enjoyed your foreign film profiles.

  6. Sounds like a good little film! I'll be checking this out on Youtube. At first, when I saw your post title I thought this was a review of Le Plasir but then I remembered that was a Max Ophuls picture. Oops!