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Överförd av xenbay den 24 dec 2011
A dramatised portrait of the painter Henri Rousseau (1844-1910), known popularly as 'Le Douanier' because of his day job as a Customs clerk (he never reached the level implied by the nickname), both the film's best-known title and the one that actually appears on screen (Henri Rousseau: Sunday Painter) refer to the fact that his art had to be produced in his spare time, even after retirement.
It was Russell's first fully dramatised biopic, without either the restrictions imposed by Monitor's former editor Huw Wheldon or the complex film-within-a-film framework of The Debussy Film. Here, the actors use their own voices (Lloyd's Cheshire accent neatly paralleling Rousseau's provincial Breton) or, in Annette Robertson's case, are dubbed by a male voice to create an unsettlingly androgynous Alfred Jarry. The film also reunited Russell with Melvyn Bragg and Oliver Reed, who wrote and delivered the understated commentary.
Given Russell's own battles with both critics and producers, it's tempting to assume that Always on Sunday is exorcising personal demons, as the film is both by and about artists who operate on instinct, frequently putting them at odds with the expectations of the mainstream establishment. Although Russell had had a much easier ride than Rousseau (at least up to this point), his work had already undergone much criticism and creative interference.
Ironically, despite the greater artistic freedom that Russell now enjoyed as his own producer, Always on Sunday ultimately fell victim to contemporary television technology. While the black-and-white images of Elgar and Bela Bartok matched their subjects perfectly, the lack of colour here denies Rousseau's paintings their most distinctive feature. While those familiar with the gloriously vibrant originals can fill in the missing elements, those who aren't might be justified in siding with Rousseau's original critics. This is a pity, as the film is otherwise one of Russell's most delightful documentaries, his infectious love of its subject illuminating every frame.
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