
Last week I had the great fortune of watching the Jean Rouche film, Moi, Un Noir. Jean Rouche, an ethnographic-filmmaker from France has, I believe, over 90 films out but they are very difficult to get on DVD with subtitles in English. If you are fluent enough in French, you are lucky to be able to enjoy his movies with less trouble than others.

The reason why I like Rouche so much is because he brought Cinema Verite, which coincided with the French New Wave cinema, into the realm of ethnographic film. The film, after its end, leaves viewers with a few more questions than they anticipated at the start of it. Throughout the film our main character is flirting with girls, hanging out with his fellows and selling textile/fabric on the street - he, in fact, looks like he's living quite a pleasant life style as a refugee in 1950's Niger. (Which is where the Rouche-ian charm plays a big role). Being a French speaking young man, and in fact well travelled, he is able to live his life under a guise that may or may not - depending how one would see it, being "happy". But what does this happiness mean in a midst war and displacement?
Though Rouche's ethnographic/fiction style adds a bit of romanticism, humour and even melodrama - left with us, in a sense, due to the juxtaposition of the situation and reality, and due to the way that the main character narrates the film, giving himself a "cool guy" tone all throughout. The viewers, in my opinion are left with a bit of sorrow, worrying about what the next step for our friend, the main character, may be in the little city of Treinchville.


