Lola

Demy's films of the 1960s laid out the whimsies, joys and terrors of the Nouvelle Vague generation, not through the parodic dissections of Godard, nor the eerie doublings of Resnais or early Varda, nor the rebellions of Truffaut's 400 Blows, not through encounters with malign authority, but through the networks of friendship, love and relation more often the terrain on which life is explicitly lived and experienced. As a kind of try-out for the musicals-shot as a conventional narrative film without sung only because of a lack of resources, but with a glorious Legrand soundtrack anyway-Lola is at once more sombre/sober and equally preoccupied with the same shadings of mood, somewhere between a feminist, or at least non-misogynist portrayal of an independent woman not subject to judgment, and the stereotypical figures that populate heterosexual romance. The use of locations as repositories of memory and of their own mythology-Roland's return in 'Parapluies' or the much darker return to the arcades in 'Un Chambre En Ville'-begins here. The Demy creed: "There's a bit of happiness in simply wanting happiness". It's hard not to get sucked in.