Disjunctures and Generativities
(an attempt at loosely tracking the generativity of some emergent things in Caché, and perhaps more importantly, practice in this type of mapping – please skip to next paragraph for formal analysis)
We watch and wait, scanning the screen, looking for something substantive to take shape out of the ordinary. Something happens. The video tapes that arrive are accompanied by violent drawings, perhaps made more disturbing in their familiar, child-like quality. One is of a beheaded chicken, blood splashes from the wound. A childhood event Georges hasn’t thought about for years resurfaces viscerally in a dream. The memories of Majid and his deceased parents are tangled up with the year of 1961, references of the Algerian massacre, blood, and his own mother’s eyes lowering at the mention of the orphan. A historical happening spreads rhizomatically across the time horizon, and no one that was ever involved, that ever existed, knows the extent of it. Suddenly it becomes a memory and a dream, a history and a present story (because things become and things happen). It becomes a frame through which Georges can make sense of the tapes. A recording of road signs and hallways that can be paused and examined, initiates the (re)crossing of paths. Trajectories led to, lead, and diverge from here. Majid was once a child, and so was Georges. This used to be the last time they saw each other. Georges refuses to be a perpetrator. He refuses to be a victim. He tells Majid this, threatens him, but Majid is calm – it’s Georges that seems to be scared. The only character that witnesses Majid weeping after the encounter is the camera. How might this have effected Georges had he witnessed it? Would he have been as certain about an uncertainty? The kitchen is small and cluttered, where Majid’s body convulses gently in weeping. The camera captures but doesn’t move. His mother sees that something is bothering him, it’s registering in his facial expression, his tone of voice, despite the words he chooses – and she presses him further. Georges resists telling her…something. Memories, dreams, past and current events, are all gyrating in his head, forming…something. They say goodnight. Before he leaves the room, he hesitates, asks her if she wants the light off, a banal and momentary gesture of consideration. She says to leave it on. They exchange a third or fourth bonne nuit, and he shuts the door. The film documents the encounter through the end, where another film might have cut off. What does this register for the viewer? That Georges is a good son, a thoughtful son, a troubled son, a son? Georges is a father. Pierrot is a youth. When Pierrot walks in late, Georges asks him where he was. When Pierrot forgets to call, or doesn’t want to call, or doesn’t care, Majid and his son are detained by the police, who needed something to happen before they took any action. What happened was not what they thought. At Pierrot’s swim meet there are video cameras on either side of Georges and Anne; they don’t register, they only sideline the event. Georges isn’t going to say anything at all about the mysterious delivery during the dinner party, but Anne feels no reason to hide her assumptions. Everyone at the table is curious about who disrupted dinner by ringing the doorbell. Anne dishes out food onto plates, as she explains the situation to their guests. Georges seems upset by Anne’s openness; he is in front of the camera all the time, it’s his job, always public, but perhaps there are some things he would like to remain private. He doesn’t have control over this however, the timing of deliveries, the way his viewers will perceive him, his wife and what she reveals to their friends - things are happening in real-time. There is tension between Georges and Anne. Anne looks tired. Their family could be in danger; the potentiality is as distinct as the possibility that the deliveries will cease. Georges is hiding something from her, trying to construct something private or preserve something public, a plan of action perhaps, or a mode of protection and/or resistance; Anne sees it as something different. Georges wants to know and Anne wants to know, but there is friction in between their seemingly similar desires; she stands and he sits while they go back and forth until something he says triggers frustration and resignation, and she walks out of the middle (or end) of an argument. “Waves of desire lap at their feet”…Georges wants to forget, Anne wants to put her arms around her son, Pierrot wants his mother to admit a trespass, Majid’s son wants Georges to do the same, and Majid wants to die. This isn’t all that they want, and it won’t be what they always want. The desires of the surveillant remain hidden. The footage simultaneously documents and impacts. In the last scene, we see something at the last minute, out of the corner of our eye, we stop, rewind – another viewing produces another result, but not a resolution. The video tapes look like benign black boxes, but hidden inside are politics, flows, force, ordinary affects.
“the inchoate but very real sense of the sensibilities, socialities, and ways of attending to things that give events their significance…gestures not toward the clarity of answers but toward the texture of knowing” (Ordinary Affects 129)
In Caché (Hidden), Michael Hanecke utilizes stationary, single-take shots to emulate the position of a surveillance camera; his unexpected transitions between the video footage being viewed by the film’s characters and scenes from the actual film narrative shift the planes of time, perspective, and viewer position. The film concerns itself with Stewart’s “ordinary affects” that work “not through ‘meanings’ per se, but rather in the way that they pick up density and texture as they move through bodies, dreams, dramas, and social worldings of all kinds” (3). Unlike other recent films that map connections between events that seem to “lend themselves to a perfect, three-tiered parallelism between analytic subject, concept, and the world” – Crash, Babel, Syriana, etc. - Hanecke’s direction maps a “problem or question emergent in disparate scenes and incommensurate forms and registers; a tangle of potential connections…in motion…defined by their capacity to affect and be affected” (5). Many things remain unclear within the narrative – memories, dreams, intentions, etc.; the film traces the ordinary affects of the characters’ lives emanating from different pressure points (the delivery and viewing of the tapes, the drawing of a be-headed chicken, a massacre that happened in the past, etc.) and all the ambiguity that surrounds them. It effectively conveys a subject, where the subject is both character and viewer, “caught in the powerful tension between what can be known and told and what remains obscure or unspeakable but is nonetheless real” (Cultural Poesis 1028).
Hanecke’s almost juxtapositional style - the lack of a film score, his execution of transitions, his use of stationary shots and long takes – resists sentimentality, judgment, or mapping meanings for the viewer; instead he provokes and confuses, forcing the viewer into a self-conscious, performative viewing in which they must question what they have seen (or not seen). I immediately took the first scene of the film to be an establishing shot based on my knowledge of film conventions, and I thought the rewind effect was some malfunction of my dvd player. Once I realized what Hanecke was doing, my attention was brought to how my own assumptions and frames of reference (grammar of actions?) had already started to shape the narrative for me. The viewer’s attention is constantly brought back to her or his own role as co-author of potential meanings, and this force is further illustrated by the protagonist’s inter/re action with the captured footage, which is I think Hanecke’s intention.
The actual surveillant is never revealed, and so the captured footage is anonymous – there is no “discrete, physically localized entity” exerting tangible force upon the characters. Force materializes through the different characters’ reactions, assumptions, interpretations, and trajectories, “rhythms of flow and arrest” (19). There is no resolution, and indeed the “problem” itself remains elusive and vague; “these stories don’t end in a moral but are left to resonate with all the other ways that intensities rise out of the ordinary and then linger, unresolved, until memory dims or some new eruption catches our attention” (75).








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