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Translator's note: Federico Fellini's 1970 film, The Clowns, has been
widely accepted as a realistic though somewhat exaggerated picture of
the European clown tradition. For his documentary, Fellini used many old
clowns living in France. Their reaction, and that of the French circus world,
was unfavorable. The following essay from Cirque dans l'Univers (# 81)
takes a critical look at Fellini's historical accuracy and journalistic integrity.
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Fellini, for us, is La Strada, Il Bidone, Roma, Open City, Nights of Cabiria,
Satyricon and ten other films dear to our hearts. And so we awaited The
Clowns with as much faith as impatience. Had not the great Italian
filmmaker announced that the work would be "an homage to the
fascinating world of the circus?"
We do not deny that there are some beautiful cinematic moments in The
Clowns, and the contrary would be surprising. Even when he works on
commission ‹ and this is the case, since it originally was conceived as a
documentary for Italian television — Fellini remains a great artist. There
are beautiful images and very successful sequences: the awakening of the
child at the beginning of the film,, the setting up of the small circus, the
death of the auguste in the seats, the burial, the closing trumpet duet.
But these represent only a few moments. And the film is more than two
hours long!
It is not so serious that he slips into his film bits of nonsense that provoke
laughter where he did not intend it — that, for example, he has Annie
Fratellini label as a xylophone a musical instrument François Fratellini,
who claimed to have invented it, nicknamed the "flex-a-tone." And where
did he discover that wild animals only "understand" German? If the film
were honest, that is to say, in good faith, these trifles would not be worth
mentioning. We know worse.
What is sad is that Fellini has retained only what is sordid and ugly about
the circus. In Venice, Max and Alex Fischer, humorists justly forgotten,
only saw the dirty water as it washed away garbage and dead dogs. In the
circus, Fellini sees only vulgar, coarse, horrifying grotesqueries. Venice
will always exist, with its palaces and its canals. The circus and clowns will
outlive Fellini.
It has been said, and the critics have repeated it, that for Fellini, filmmaker
and thinker, the circus was merely a pretext, his grand plan was to show
us that we are all clowns at certain points in our existence and that
grotesques also meet every day in life. Thus the astonishing gallery of
ridiculous personages he takes pleasure in presenting to us: the dwarf
nun, the stationmaster puffed up with authority, the fascist officer whose
presence terrorizes the small boys, the old soldier always at war with the
Austrians. Everything in the film is made grotesque, with two exceptions:
Fellini himself and his script.
For anyone who is in doubt, he has only to refer to the declarations made
by our friends Fredy and Nello Bario to François Jacques, who published
them in Le Nouvel Observateur last March 15, as follows:
Our friend (Tristan Rémy) feels — and has for a long time — that "the
whiteface clown is dead," for lack of invention, lack of self-renewal, and
failure to impose his presence to the same extent that the auguste has,
always inclined to have things his own way. Fellini goes much further: he
proclaims that "the circus is dead."
As for the clowns, not to displease Fellini, but they are still going strong.
The Francescos, the Chabris, Chiky and Co., the Rivels, the Rudi-Llatta,
Charlie Caroli, Zavatta, the Bario, and many others prove themselves
every night.