Laurent’s film works best on the most basic documentary level—it tells a fascinating story, and it digs up some great clips. We see Truffaut and his young star, Jean-Pierre Léaud, at that first Cannes festival. We see the Truffaut and Godard fighting their final common cause, backing the “May 1968” protestors at that year’s Cannes festival. And we see interviews, many interviews, Truffaut at Cannes, Godard interviewing Fritz Lang (“You know my films better than I do,” Lang laughs), shocked viewers of Godard’s Breathless (“It’s not serious, not serious at all!”), Truffaut and Godard arguing theory with passion and fierce intelligence, a sunglass-clad Godard commenting wryly, always too cool for the room.
Two in the Wave is most intriguing as a cultural study of how the French New Wave came to be, and how it shook up the modern cinema. Not only does the viewer get a real sense of how Cahiers du cinéma (which Truffaut, Godard, and several critics-turned-New-Wave filmmakers wrote for) prompted “a cultural rebirth” for cinema in France, but how these “young Turks,” dubbed the “Hitchcock-Hawks clan” by Cahiers co-founder André Bazin, championed their specific influences (Rossellini, Welles, Renoir, Bergman). What’s more, we see how they sponged up those influences—including the parallelism of specific shots—and merged them with their own sensibilities to create their postmodern style (their characters loved cinema as much as they did, as seen in a clever montage of people in their movies going to the movies).
But it is primarily the story of the two filmmakers, “brothers in the cult of cinema,” originally united in their mutual admiration (Truffaut calls Godard “the greatest filmmaker in the world” and contends that “there’s cinemas before Godard and cinema after Godard”) and common causes (not only May 1968, but fights against censorship and in favor of Henri Langlois’ reinstatement to the Cinémathèque Française) before their divergence in the late 1960s; Godard “goes radical”, while Truffaut continues to hone his skills as a craftsman and more traditional storyteller. When their friendship ends, it gets personal and ugly, with poor Léaud, who acted in pictures for both men, stuck in the middle, the child of their divorce. The conflict comes to a head with Godard’s nasty (and nonsensical) critique of Truffaut’s Day for Night (and Léaud’s work in it), and Truffaut’s scathing 20-page response, in which he writes to his former friend, “I think you’re acting like a piece of shit.” This is fascinating stuff, and Laurent delves into all the gossipy details while remaining admirably neutral—you’ll likely side with whomever you prefer, whether you think Truffaut had become a staid bore or (like me) you feel like just about anything Godard produced after Weekend was borderline unwatchable.
The storytelling is involving, though the technique is sometimes questionable—interview subjects who should be identified are often not, and Laurent utilizes a peculiar B-roll device, accompanying much of the narration with footage of a pretty young French actress Islid Le Besco (familiar to those of us unfortunate enough to have seen The Good Heart) looking through old photos, newspapers, and issues of Cahiers, or going out to the cinema. It’s an odd choice that doesn’t really play; some of his other tricks (like a clever biographical sequence where her hands lay down, in front of the camera, a perfectly timed series of accompanying photographs) land more smoothly. Clips are mostly well-chosen, but there are a few befuddling exclusions (there’s neither a mention nor frame of Godard’s Band of Outsiders, which many viewers—myself included—consider a seminal picture of the movement). And the ending feels somewhat abrupt—the film seems to shut down just as our interest is at its highest. Those objections aside, Two in the Wave is a rich and intriguing film, and a feast for film buffs.
"Two in the Wave" opens Wednesday, May 19 in New York City.