The Man Who Sleeps

The man who sleeps is a film from a lonely heart that will let the most lonely person like me love this self observation film.

I reach a point in my that I woke up and just want to experience life, not by sadness but by happiness, and when I stopped everything that bugs me, I found myself alone, and I don't want to return to my sad routine (like if I am in prison in society). I just have myself and deep movies to teach me about life, feel with my pain by a film releasing them and talking and solving them, and when I want to feel happy it make me happy, feeling everything in films, and shows me arts, to see how much life can be beautiful.

But this film is release of everything and every thought I've got in my head in my hole life, it's sad, but it's life at it's most reality. We all want happiness but all that is given to us is sadness, but we will still pursue happiness, and you told me that is this the hole life? I tell you I don't know, because we all try to figure out life, but no one can understand life. So we all have our subjective points of view and we listen to each other to try to emerge them together, but we will never understand life, and we will never appreciate life until we lose it.

This criminally underrated 1974 film easily ranks among the likes of "Pickpocket", "Breathless" and "The 400 Blows" as among the greatest films in french cinema. This film chronicles a young man who has dropped from his studies and is trying to distance himself from the world around, but starts finding it increasingly hard.

Shot in black and white, the film feels like a new wave film with it's raw, low budget cinematography, having a grainy and gritty look that punctuates the intense, somber mood of the film. Scenes in darkened areas are reminiscent of noir films in their use of shadow, and the editing is generally quick, sometimes with a musical flow. In addition to the imagery, the story is conveyed through a second person female narrator (second person meaning the narrator is always referring to "you", such as "you do or don't get up"). Interestingly, whenever the situation becomes more anxious and desperate, the narrator's normally flat tone starts to become more panicked, or angry. So while the film may seem initially as just a woman talking about something this man is doing, in reality it does have a, albeit abstract, character arc.

Although at times trying on the patience, this film's style ultimately pays off, creating a completely unique and engrossing experience. The slow, subtle deteoration of the main character's mental state spills into your mind. I was rarely bored while watching, thanks to the powerful imagery and raw, minimalist atmosphere. The detachment our lead is trying to create is perfectly conveyed. The film recreates the tedium and a sort of numb pain, the depravity, desperation and entrapment this attempted lifestyle leads to.

If you want a more traditional narrative, certainly look elsewhere. If what you've read here and in other reviews sounds interesting, than this is probably the film for you.

Just watched my whole life. Emptiness of the existence, the pain of existential crisis and the most painful things living, will and idea as Schopenhauer said. "Living painless" is the most painful thing, ironic, but this is the truth.

Ah, my own incapable existence... You are becoming numb when you don't think about the mean of existence and when you don't feel the pain of BEING. HUMAN BEING.

You want to be as usual but you can't, something's gonna stop you, you don't want to read books, you don't want to think, you're just gonna walk without thinking about anything.

Famous French writer Georges Pérec was always interested in cinema. He notably took part in Alain Corneau's thriller "Série Noire" (1979) five years after this adaptation of his own novel. Shot by Bernard Quesyanne and awarded with the Jean Vigo prize, the filmmaker found an adequate cinematographic language to capture the somewhat desolate spirit of the novel.

A student who's about to end his studies decides overnight to stay completely indifferent to the world that surrounds him. It's a silent, black & white movie only enhanced by a woman voice over which introduces the young hero to the audience and comments from his own standpoint his actions. Although we don't know the reasons of his retirement from the world, we learn many things of his lifestyle: his bedroom, his wage, his eating habits, his wandering all over Paris etc... It's interesting to note down the mellow voice-over of the woman that gradually gets worried and angered. Indeed, our student is at first completely silent and indifferent but then anxiety, fear overcome here. Is it really possible to stay indifferent like that during a lifetime? Is there a possible exit?

This film could be a cousin of Alain Jessua's debut film "La Vie A L'Envers" (1964) in which a man stops to comply to the routine of everyday life. Such is also the case here. Only the voice-over enables the audience to penetrate the empty soul of this young man and to try to decipher his thoughts although as I previously said his motivations to refrain from social life remain blurred. Through him, Pérec wanted to express his view on French society but in a neutral way. He was always interested in it and showcased it in several of his books especially "La Vie: Mode D'Emploi" (1978). Given the anguished tone adopted by the voice in the second half of the film, the writer probably feels fear towards the banality and the mundane character of everyday life that offers no exits. Perhaps that's what our main hero tries to do: to stay in silence to try to discover another world. But it is bound to fail. So what to do?

Jacques Spiesser is perfectly directed and his expressionless faces capture the nothingness he voluntarily creates all around him. He is at the center of an arty film which tries and succeed to depict the humdrum common life that can verge towards absurdity.

Here, a truly great fusion of french cinema and existential meditation. Surely a modern classic ? A tonic for any modern young adult in the throws of angst or severe doubt and questioning about the world. A rite of passage i have observed in many a friend in my own life.

French cinema is in the habit of not letting you down. It thankfully goes all the way when it comes to philosophical comment. It's discourses articulating the feelings you long to, no need, must hear from the world.

Somewhere in the vaults there it sits underplayed. Play this film. So modest, so slight, so grave. The uplifting chant of a culture that knows how to speak. Perec the writer and director, a national treasure for a good reason.