THE DIVING BELL AND THE BUTTERFLY
Rated PG13, 112 minutes running time
Reviewed by Roger Ebert
Copyright 2008, Chicago Sun Times
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"The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" is a film about a man who experiences the catastrophe I most
feared during my recent surgeries: "locked-in syndrome," where he is alive and conscious but
unable to communicate with the world. My dread, I think, began when I was a boy first reading
Edgar Allan Poe's "The Premature Burial" at an age much too young to contemplate such a
possibility. At least the man in the film can see and hear; the hero of Dalton Trumbo's "Johnny
Got His Gun" is completely locked inside his mind.
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The film is based on a real man, and the book he astonishingly succeeded in writing although he
could blink only his left eye. The man was Jean-Dominique Bauby (Mathieu Amalric), who was the
editor of Elle, the French fashion magazine, when he had his paralyzing stroke. A speech therapist
suggests a system of communication: They will arrange the alphabet in the order of most frequently
used letters, and he will choose a letter by blinking. By this method, word by word, blink by
blink, he dictated his memoir, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, published in 1997, shortly
before he died.
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It was a superhuman feat, but how could it be filmed? The director is the artist Julian Schnabel,
who has made two previous films about artists creating in the face of determined obstacles;
"Basquiat" (1996), about a New York graffiti artist, and "Before Night Falls" (2000), about the
persecuted Cuban poet Reynaldo Arenas. His solution, arrived at with screenwriter Ronald Harwood,
is not to show merely the man in the bed but to show what he sees, and those around him, and his
memories and fantasies. This is not an easy way out, because everything in the film is resolutely
filtered through the consciousness of the locked-in man.
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The result is not what you could call inspirational, because none of us would think to be in such
a situation and needing inspiration. It is more than that. It is heroic. Here is the life force at
its most insistent, lashing out against fate with stubborn resolve. And also with lust, hunger,
humor and all of the other notes that this man once played so easily. We see flashbacks to his
children, to his mistress, to his fantasies. We see those around him now. And in a gravely
significant scene, we see him meeting with his old father (Max von Sydow), who, Andrew Sarris
notes, "gets off what may be the single most French line of all time," which is, "Having a
mistress is no excuse for leaving the mother of your children; the world has lost its values."
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Celine, the mother of his children and his former partner (played by Emmanuelle Seigner), remains
loyal to him and even helps him communicate with another woman who also is a former lover (the
male libido is indomitable). And all of the other women around him, including his nurse, his
assistant and a fantasy lover, are loving and patient and assure him that he is in some way the
same vital man, filled with eagerness, lust and brilliance. It is just that now it expresses
itself one blink at a time.
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The lead performance by Mathieu Amalric exists in two ways, as the unmoving man in bed and the
vital man in his memories and fantasies. In that way it is fundamentally different from Daniel
Day-Lewis' work in "My Left Foot," about a man who could move only a toe. At least he could lurch
and groan and cry. Both films find the inevitable solution to their challenge, and the right
actors to meet them.
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Janusz Kaminski, the cinematographer, is in large part responsible for freeing the film from its
own dangers of being locked in. From the cloudy opening POV shots of Jean-Dominique regaining
consciousness, Kaminski fills the screen with life and beauty, so that it's not at all as
depressing as it sounds.
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At the end we are left with the reflection that human consciousness is the great miracle of
evolution, and all the rest (sight, sound, taste, hearing, smell, touch) are simply a toolbox
that consciousness has supplied for itself. Maybe it would even be better to be Trumbo's
Johnny than never to have been conscious at all.
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A discussion led by Josh Larsen will follow the film.
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