Elisabeth

Eric Rohmer (1920–2010)was born Maurice Schérer in the province of Lorraine. After moving to Paris and befriending cinephiles and future directors Jean-Luc Godard, Jacques Rivette, Claude Chabrol, and François Truffaut, among others, hebegan writing, editing, and publishing film criticism under a pseudonymsupposedly cobbled together from the names of Erich von Stroheim and Sax Rohmer, respectively. Gradually following the lead of his fellow Cahiers du Cinéma contributors from theory to practice, he went on to direct more than twenty acclaimed feature films, including My Night at Maud’s, Claire’s Knee, and The Green Ray.

"The seeds, germ and kernel of everything [Rohmer] went on to achieve." —Adrian Martin, The Guardian"A prescient literary seed for a later cinematic rose . . . with moments of woozy, verdant poetry and abrupt malevolence . . . Skimming across the surface, like a swiveling camera, offers something plain, brutal, and true . . . almost as if, with strange insight into his future vocation, Rohmer put the limitations of cinema onto the novel form."—Audrey Wollen, Bookforum"A precociously gifted novelist."—Tobias Grey, Financial Times“Rohmer-world [is] an enchanted and yet peculiarly unsentimental place in which both words and actions, minds and bodies, matter absolutely . . . A Rohmer movie doesn’t clobber you with its smarts; it generously furnishes you a space in which to think for yourself . . . To find other artists besides Rohmer who can see this deeply into a character’s humanity and make us love him anyway—that is to say, who can ironize with this degree of gentleness—you have to reach up to a pretty high shelf: Shakespeare? Tolstoy?”—Dana Stevens, Slate“As in so many of Rohmer’s films, his characters are young and on holiday, free to enjoy the beach or the countryside . . . It’s a world where ‘everything just devolves into flirtation.’ That the Second World War is merely a month away is the furthest thing from their thoughts . . . Rohmer is still very young . . . but these highly discerning insights into conflicting emotions and human psychology will end up appearing in all of his films . . . Rohmer’s people can be embarrassingly intimate. Yet, despite their embarrassment, they retain a touch of eloquence in their speech that leaves them highly formal and at the same time highly vulnerable. In that sense, formality does not vitiate desire; it forces it to spell itself out. It’s also how intimacy turns into art.”—André Aciman, from the Foreword“Rohmer’s novel evokes suffocating human and natural atmospheres, shifting between interiors—a cramped apartment; a dentist’s office; the inside of a car–and sun-scorched backyards and village streets. It then releases the tension in a torrential summer storm, which is made immediate in finely etched details . . . Paradoxically, his novel is a marvel of cinematic showing, a closely observed engagement with nature and ordinary life.”—Trevor Cribben Merrill, The University Bookman“The elder statesman of the Nouvelle Vague, born a decade before Truffaut and Godard, Rohmer also served as the New Wave’s sage, resisting aesthetic and political fashion to maintain his chastely ironic vision of amorous folly . . . Rohmer’s films feel miraculously fresh, contemporary, lightly sprung.) His characters search for happiness, truth, self-knowledge, but mostly they seek love, and for all the cool classicism of Rohmer’s mise-en-scène, they frequently desire an all-consuming, engulfing love, or one that ‘burns.’”—James Quandt, ArtForum“Rohmer’s world is one of eternal youth, in which illness, death, and old age never seem able to interfere.”—Jacques Kermabon, 24 images“The novel would always remain Rohmer the filmmaker’s inspiration . . . Like Godard, like Hitchcock and Fritz Lang and, one might add, like Pirandello, he is obsessed with manipulation, with machination, with conspiracies, with artifice. . . . He fills the frame with a thousand details of existence . . .”—Laurence Schifano, Rohmer en perspectives“A Rohmer movie is not simply a drama or a comedy, a love story or an exercise in suspense, a psychological study or philosophical disquisition; it’s all these and considerably more. Whether an original piece or an adaptation, be it set in the present or the past, the city or the country, it’s always first and foremost a Rohmer film. In essence, he invented his own genre.”—Geoff Andrew, The Criterion Collection