Even the greatÂest filmÂmakÂers out there someÂtimes need to pay the bills.
In the 1990s, Swiss tobacÂco comÂpaÂny F. J. BurÂrus hired name brand art house direcÂtors to make comÂmerÂcials for their ParisiÂenne brand of cigÂaÂrettes. The comÂpaÂny gave free rein to the filmÂmakÂers both in terms of conÂtent and approach. And the talÂent they manÂaged to attract is astonÂishÂing: David Lynch, the Coen BrothÂers, Emir KusÂturiÂca, Roman PolanÂsÂki and, most puzÂzlingÂly, Jean-Luc Godard.
Wait a secÂond, you might say. Wasn’t Godard an avowed Maoist at one point in his life? Wasn’t he one of the most conÂsisÂtentÂly anti-bourÂgeois, anti-capÂiÂtalÂist figÂures in filmÂdom? Yes. And he also did cigÂaÂrette comÂmerÂcials. He did a few for Nike too.
You can see his ad for ParisiÂenne above. TypÂiÂcal with late periÂod Godard, the comÂmerÂcial is both litÂerÂary, politÂiÂcal and willÂfulÂly difÂfiÂcult. CredÂitÂed to both Godard and his long time creÂative and romanÂtic partÂner Anne-Marie MiĂ©ville, the comÂmerÂcial feaÂtures a skateÂboardÂer slalomÂing between large boxÂes of cigÂaÂrettes, some guy in bare feet shufÂfling through a floor litÂtered with ParisiÂenne packÂages and a well-to-do woman readÂing a novÂel called ParisiÂenne PeoÂple. On the soundÂtrack, Godard reads a quote from Racine. It’s probÂaÂbly nothÂing that Don DrapÂer would have been hapÂpy with, but BurÂrus was pleased.
Ads by othÂer filmÂmakÂers simÂiÂlarÂly show off their quirks and obsesÂsions. The Coen brothÂers’ comÂmerÂcial, for instance, looks less like an advert than a scene from one of their movies. A dandy smokÂing a cig from a holdÂer is deeply moved by a sweaty vaudeÂville perÂforÂmance. When it ends, he whisÂpers, “Again.” It’s a resÂoÂluÂtion that raisÂes as many quesÂtions as it answers. It’s a whole short stoÂry in 30 secÂonds.
Emir Kusturica’s ad is packed with magiÂcians, acroÂbats, Balkan pasÂtiche and gorÂgeous ingĂ©nues in black. Just like his movies. Side note: KusÂturiÂca has a sucÂcessÂful side career playÂing in a band called The No SmokÂing OrchesÂtra.
Roman Polanski’s comÂmerÂcial is a jokey tale about a vamÂpire that has an unsetÂtlingÂly underÂcurÂrent of menÂace and sexÂuÂal vioÂlence. Just like his movies.
And David Lynch’s ad plays out like a nightÂmare from someÂone who fell asleep readÂing a WalÂter Mosley novÂel.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
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Fellini’s FanÂtasÂtic TV ComÂmerÂcials
Wes Anderson’s New ComÂmerÂcials Sell the Hyundai Azera
Jonathan Crow is a Los AngeÂles-based writer and filmÂmakÂer whose work has appeared in Yahoo!, The HolÂlyÂwood Reporter, and othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow him at @jonccrow.
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