Wednesday, June 13, 2012

40: The Last Battle (a.k.a. Le Dernier Combat-Original French title)


            It would be both cliché and untrue to say that “I have seen no other film quite like Luc Benson’s The Last Battle (1983).”  In point of fact I’ve seen several movies very similar in both setting and tone, but I have seen few of those that aspire to and reach such great heights artistically and as pieces of entertainment.  Benson’s picture is unique also, as it either predates or outshines so many other visions of a post-apocalyptic vigilante dystopia.  His work here is beautiful, bare bones in nature, and completely without equal within the subgenre.


            Paris has fallen to a drought which appears to have covered the world in desert.  Human life is scarce.  Water and shelter are difficult to come by.  Sand dunes dwarf and engulf the skyscrapers that once lined the industry district.  There is no vegetation. Holed up in a former office building is a man (Pierre Jolivet)—our hero.  The only evidence that he ever lead a life resembling ours is a wallet sized photo of a woman and child, but they may only be there to inspire fantasies of a different world.  Here, women seem to have vanished from existence. 

            The man occupies his time by masturbating and checking in on his closest neighbors, a surly bunch captained by a sinister figure dressed all in white.  They congregate near the office building in huddled dilapidated cars, all of which seem to have gone decades without moving.  In the trunk of the captain’s car he holds a dwarf, bound to his servitude by chains.  The dwarf is roused occasionally to fetch water from an underground reservoir that only he can access through a petite pipe.  Our man watches these actions from a distance.  He’s prepared to go to war with these men if he has to, as their cars may have batteries which could power his own transportation— a homemade airplane.

            Violence does indeed erupt when the hero makes an attempt to acquire his treasure.  He makes a narrow escape in his newly completed makeshift mobile, and for a few moments as he flies he seems to experience real joy, total and complete, for the first time in the film.  The questions this scene brings up about the scarce opportunities for happiness in this future say all there is to be said.  These moments are short-lived here as well, as the plane soon crashes. 

            The man is forced to adapt almost immediately to new predators in his new environment.  He encounters a skeptical doctor and another lone vigilante (Jean Reno), who the film dubs only “the Brute,” the two of which already match wits in an attempt to control a relatively well-stocked hospital complex.  The man’s presence is eventually welcomed by the doctor, but the Brute sees him as a natural enemy.  It is a credit to this film, and to Benson’s skills as a filmmaker, that with minimal sets, and almost no dialogue (the film’s only lines are the man and the doctor’s hesitant “bon jour”s) it manages to convey a world in which none of these happenings or these character’s motivations seem unrealistic.  Like in the Star Wars films, the actions in this universe seem totally plausible because it never treats them as though they aren’t.  I don’t even question how, on an earth reduced to desert, it could rain fish.  It does…and it works.     

            There are mysteries, solved an unsolved, contained within this film.  How did all of this come to pass? Is there any hope for a future? Do the doctor and the brute have ulterior motives?  At the film’s conclusion I was almost as satisfied as I have been by only a select few pictures throughout this 200 movie review process.  This is an engaging and visually stunning motion picture, shot in stark black and white in a 1: 2.35 ratio that gives it the effect of an epic.  It is not a Mad Max rip off, nor “Late Late Movie” bunkum.  Clearly it influenced the Kevin Costner vehicle Waterworld (1995), which replaced the sand with saltwater, but The Last Battle never descends into parody of itself.  It manages to avoid all such pitfalls and emerges as one of the clearest filmic visions of the future decline of the human race.         

As with Robert Bresson’s L’Argent (also 1983; #41) I feel that the authors of the 1001 compilation are overzealous in ascribing certain qualities of social commentary to Benson’s film by describing it as a “comment on youth alienation in the materialist 1980s.” While I feel that reading too much into this movie might be dangerous, there is no denying that it is both entertaining and powerful, and that like all great Sci-fi it causes us to question mankind’s urges, both creative and destructive.  



Language: French (two lines)
Runtime: 92 Minute 

Grade: 4 Hats Off   

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