The Tenant
September 13th 2007 05:12
I’m a huge fan of Roman Polanski. He’s one of my favourite directors. This psychological suspense thriller with horror overtones is one of his best movies. The Tenant was released 1976 and like many other co-productions of the time (this one was French/US), it was released in dual languages, which is why throughout the movie the dialogue often doesn’t synchronise very well with the actors’ lips.
Originally released as Le Locataire, it deals with a young man Mr Trelkovsky (Roman Polanski) of nervous disposition who moves into a claustrophobic apartment block in Paris. The landlord, concierge and other tenants are a nightmare (hmmm, sounds like the apartment block I live in myself).
Trelkovsky learns of the apparent suicide attempt of the previous tenant, a poor woman named Simone Choule. He visits her in hospital where she is bandaged head to foot. It is there he meets the eccentric Stella (Isabelle Adjani), and the two quickly become attached. However after a boisterous evening with visiting friends Trelkovsky is given the hard word by the apartment authorities, chiefly landlord Monsieur Zy (Melvyn Douglas). But the concierge (Shelley Winters) has it out for him as well.
The Tenant was written by regular Polanski collaborator Gérard Brach, from the novel by Roland Topor. It’s a superbly sustained account of one man’s growing unease and gradual descent into paranoia and desperation. But what I love also about the movie, which is suggested, but never explained, is the air of the supernatural. There are hints of arcane Egyptian occult dabblings and diabolical visions which pushes the movie into a strange, unsettling realm of its own.
The acting is sensational (despite the bad dubbing), with Polanski and Adjani delivering quietly hysterical performances perfectly pitched to match the movie’s dark and troubling themes of deceit and manipulation. Melvyn Douglas and Shelley Winters almost steal the show as the apartment buildings “Pluto” and “Cerebus”.
The movie sports a superb score from Phillipe Sarde and vivid cinematography from the late Ingmar Bergman’s regular Sven Nykvist, especially the brilliant opening tracking shot across the outside of the apartment building (look closely and you’ll spot both Polanski and Adjani peering from behind dark windows).
Although The Tenant is set when it was made, there is something timeless about the movie’s atmosphere, even its obviously mid-70s fashion style (Isabelle Adjani’s ostentatious wardrobe is terrific) somewhere doesn’t seem to date the movie. I love 70s filmmaking, there’s an inherent earthiness and delicate pungency which was lost during the 80s.
The Tenant has been a big influence on me as a budding screenwriter and filmmaker, and every time I view it I discover something fresh and inspiring about it. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, as it has a languid pace, especially for a thriller, and it strays from the path from time to time, but this ultimately adds to the movie’s cinematic milieu.
The movie’s final ten minutes or so are sensationally over-the-top, yet manage quite cleverly to tie all the frayed ends together into a thoroughly ghastly knot.
Here is a fevered scene from late in the movie (beware contains spoliers):
Originally released as Le Locataire, it deals with a young man Mr Trelkovsky (Roman Polanski) of nervous disposition who moves into a claustrophobic apartment block in Paris. The landlord, concierge and other tenants are a nightmare (hmmm, sounds like the apartment block I live in myself).
Trelkovsky learns of the apparent suicide attempt of the previous tenant, a poor woman named Simone Choule. He visits her in hospital where she is bandaged head to foot. It is there he meets the eccentric Stella (Isabelle Adjani), and the two quickly become attached. However after a boisterous evening with visiting friends Trelkovsky is given the hard word by the apartment authorities, chiefly landlord Monsieur Zy (Melvyn Douglas). But the concierge (Shelley Winters) has it out for him as well.
The Tenant was written by regular Polanski collaborator Gérard Brach, from the novel by Roland Topor. It’s a superbly sustained account of one man’s growing unease and gradual descent into paranoia and desperation. But what I love also about the movie, which is suggested, but never explained, is the air of the supernatural. There are hints of arcane Egyptian occult dabblings and diabolical visions which pushes the movie into a strange, unsettling realm of its own.
The acting is sensational (despite the bad dubbing), with Polanski and Adjani delivering quietly hysterical performances perfectly pitched to match the movie’s dark and troubling themes of deceit and manipulation. Melvyn Douglas and Shelley Winters almost steal the show as the apartment buildings “Pluto” and “Cerebus”.
The movie sports a superb score from Phillipe Sarde and vivid cinematography from the late Ingmar Bergman’s regular Sven Nykvist, especially the brilliant opening tracking shot across the outside of the apartment building (look closely and you’ll spot both Polanski and Adjani peering from behind dark windows).
Although The Tenant is set when it was made, there is something timeless about the movie’s atmosphere, even its obviously mid-70s fashion style (Isabelle Adjani’s ostentatious wardrobe is terrific) somewhere doesn’t seem to date the movie. I love 70s filmmaking, there’s an inherent earthiness and delicate pungency which was lost during the 80s.
The Tenant has been a big influence on me as a budding screenwriter and filmmaker, and every time I view it I discover something fresh and inspiring about it. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, as it has a languid pace, especially for a thriller, and it strays from the path from time to time, but this ultimately adds to the movie’s cinematic milieu.
The movie’s final ten minutes or so are sensationally over-the-top, yet manage quite cleverly to tie all the frayed ends together into a thoroughly ghastly knot.
Here is a fevered scene from late in the movie (beware contains spoliers):
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Comment by Damo
I think his way of looking the whole set in the same way the audience does is a real plus.
This does look like a film I would enjoy.
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Comment by polanskifan
I love polanski but I utterly hate dubs. It completely shuts me out of the movie as I always notice the problem iwth lip syncing and it gives an unwanted surreal effect...
I live in europe but I can watch US import without any problem, or any version for that matter. Maybe someone here could help me with this problem I have for years now as the movie is quite unknown in my country...
Which version is the one to get which has the least amount of dubbing?
Nice site and description by the way.
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Comment by Anonymous
I remember watching it and not noticing lip sync, but it was a long time ago.
Anyway thanks for your clarification.