Diary of a Country Priest
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Robert Bresson's fourth film — after Affairs Publique (1934), extant only in a fragment; Angels of Sin (Les Anges du péché, 1943); and The Ladies of the Bois de Boulogne (Les Dames du Bois de Boulogne, 1945) — Diary of a Country Priest (Journal d'un curé de campagne, 1951) is generally regarded as the director's first fully finished, mature work, the first in which what would be his distinctive approach to filmmaking — the use of untrained actors as "models," the elliptical narrative, manipulation of offscreen space, spare and judicious use of music — finds full expression. And while it perhaps lacks the unassailable brilliance of A Man Escaped, Pickpocket, Balthazar, and Mouchette, the film is both a considerable formal achievement and a crucial precursor of the modern cinema of alienation.

Diary of a Country Priest is based on Georges Bernanos' well-regarded novel (1936) of the same title. The story follows the travails of a naïve, sickly young priest who is sent to the village of Ambricourt to minister to its petty, vicious parish, a kind of penance in itself. The arrival of the priest (Claude Laydu) at the film's opening, on a bike next to a large gate, seems to herald a horror film, and in fact Diary can be read on one level as just that. Ambricourt is indeed a horror — a stark, spare, forbidding environment, with large stretches of what appears to be empty farmland, foregrounded by the priest's small, thin figure, decked out like Bergman's Death in a severe black cassock. This could be Renfield trembling before Dracula's castle.

Just how grim his existence will be soon becomes apparent. In the opening shots, and many times later, the priest is shown writing his journal (the hand is actually Bresson's). His first words here resonate with sincerity and humility, as he plans to write "with absolute frankness … the simplest and most insignificant secrets of a life actually without a trace of mystery." In fact, his life in Ambricourt will have many mysteries: Why do the locals hate, and plot against, him? Why is he self-destructive? Why does his only friend in the village kill himself? Far from recording "insignificances," his journal will meticulously render the cruelties of the locals, his increasing sickliness and wasting (another echo of the vampire myth), and his anguished alienation both from those in his charge and from God.

Ambricourt represents a world of spiritual drought, in which the mechanics of religion exist without its heart. The locals go to church, catechism, and confession, but these are as much a pretext for humiliating the priest as for religious exercise. His attempts to perform his duties are constantly under siege. His first encounter is with an old man, Fabregard (Léon Arvel), who reviles him for charging anything for the funeral of his wife, disarming the priest with his venom. The priest's best student, a little girl named Seraphita, beguiles him with compliments, while her schoolmates, in on the joke, laugh heartily just beyond the door. When she purposely drops her schoolbag, he retrieves it, trekking through the mud to return it, only to be met by the girl's very ungrateful mother. This is surely the "hell that is other people" that Sartre described.

On the other hand, the priest appears to be on his own slow suicide course. He cuts out meat and vegetables from his diet, subsisting, barely, on cheap wine and stale bread, an obvious symbol of his Christlike martyrdom. Given a rabbit to cook, he demurs, thinking only that it represents an impossible expense as he will have to pay someone to cook it. He knows he is sick — "I am seriously ill," he writes — but his stomach cancer is emblematic of the "sickness unto death" of a world devoid of meaning.

The priest's faith vacillates wildly between reassuring belief and debilitating doubt. He is drawn into the intrigues at the house of the town's richest citizen, the Count, who is having an affair with his daughter's governess. The daughter, Chantal (Nicole Ladmiral), is bitterly angry at her father for having the affair and her mother for seeming to condone it. She also provokes the priest: "I will sin for sin's sake!" she threatens. Convinced he must visit the Countess and try to set things right for the whole family by performing his priestly duties, he goes to the Manor house. His encounter there is the heart of the film and its single most powerful sequence.

The Countess (Marie-Monique Markell) is one of Bresson's great character studies. One event has dominated her life — the death of her beloved young son. The priest comes to return her to the fold, but she eloquently resists. Destroyed by the early tragedy, she responds to his almost taunting "God will break you" with bitter resignation: "He's already broken me!" She represents everything intransigent about the village, and by extension the humanity the priest is supposed to serve and save but cannot. Yet this encounter is perhaps the one success story of his existence in the village. At the end of their riveting confrontation, his seemingly unwavering faith touches her, and he performs an absolution; the next day he receives a letter in which she writes, "I'm happy." Characteristic of the film, though, this apparent resolution of a problem only triggers other ones. That night, the Countess dies, and her daughter, who secretly observed the fateful encounter, spreads the word that the priest's harsh treatment of her mother precipitated her end. Also characteristically, he refuses to defend himself by showing the Countess' absolving letter, ensuring his end as the village priest, if not his death.

The Countess's demise isn't the only sign of death in Ambricourt; the village is consumed by it, from the priest's first encounter with the niggardly Fabregard, quarrelling over funeral expenses; to the (off-screen) suicide of his friend Doctor Delbende (Antoine Belpêtré), whose stoic motto "face up to it!" is ironically played out; to the priest's own decline as he increasingly vomits blood; falls into semi-consciousness; and in one memorable sequence, collapses in the mud, unable to move — a potent symbol indeed of abject humankind, inchoate and groveling. Virginia Woolf's description from The Waves, "Death is woven into the violets. Death and again death.", could refer to Ambricourt. The priest's escape in the last part of the film, when he goes to the city of Lille to see a doctor and visit an old friend, is only temporary, though it's perhaps the one moment in the film when he experiences happiness. Bernanos's novel and Bresson's film were lauded by Catholic and other religious commentators at the time, but it's surely significant that the priest's happiest moments are when he's leaving Ambricourt and, symbolically, the impossibility of salvation and transcendence that it represents.

Claude Laydu, who went on to host children's television, excels as the tormented priest. This is about as difficult a performance as one could imagine. Bresson's camera unflinchingly surveys his face as he contemplates and suffers, and Laydu's range of expressions within these emotional confines is quite amazing. It must be said, conversely, that the other great performance here is by Marie-Monique Markell, one of the few trained actors in the film. Markell's shifts from resignation to bitterness to self-righteous attack approach the operatic.

Diary's visual style has a formal beauty and intensity that link it to the French poetic realism movement — chiaroscuro effects, shimmering soft focus of objects — while hinting at the kind of "perverse elliptical" approach that would peak in the director's almost faceless Lancelot du Lac twenty-three years later. In a memorable sequence the priest takes the confession of the treacherous Chantal, and Bresson strips away all background from her, showing only the face in a sea of black. Elsewhere the film conducts dialogues in which only one of the characters is seen. As always, with Bresson suggestion is all.

Some intriguing facts about Diary from Keith Reader's excellent book Robert Bresson (New York: Manchester University Press, 2000). Four years earlier, Bresson traveled to Rome to work on a screenplay of the life of St. Ignatius Loyola. That never bore fruit, but ecce Diary. Bresson deviated from the Bernanos novel (though the dialogue remains) by removing much of the context, focusing on the interplay between the priest and those he encounters. Bresson edited out 47 minutes from the final print because those scenes "refused of themselves to form part of the composition of the film. To have insisted on them would have been to put the entire film in danger of death." Diary won many awards, including the Prix Louis Delluc and the Venice Festival's Grand Prize. Also worth noting: Armand Guibert (the Priest of Torcy) was supposedly Bresson's psychiatrist in real life (though he denied being in analysis). And actress Nicole Ladmiral, whose Chantal threatens to kill herself, did just that in real life.

The Criterion Collection’s DVD is a mostly strong transfer. After years of lousy videos and 16mm prints, this version's shimmery, nuanced black-and-white is very welcome. The DVD is a bit light on extras (historian Peter Cowie's running commentary is informative if a bit rambling), but ultimately the extras are superfluous to the power of the film itself.

Diary of a Country Priest is now available on DVD from the Criterion Collection in a new high-definition digital transfer with restored image and sound. The DVD includes the following special features: audio commentary by film historian Peter Cowie, 11 minutes of deleted scenes, and new and improved English subtitle translations. The liner notes were written by film critic Frederic Bonnaud. Suggested retail price: $39.95. For more information, check out the Criterion Collection Web site.