

When I was younger, what I knew about Julian Schnabel was mostly from what I read of him in Robert Hughes’ criticisms and so, it wasn’t a really great introduction to the man or the artist. And, since I wasn’t regularly seeing any of his work in major museums, its mostly taken that a young art student will form opinions on an artist through the eyes of ‘experts’. Now, I have learned an immense amount about art through Mr. Hughes’ writings but I’ve also learned much about it through my own life experiences and by seeing art in person. Words in the end aren’t much good at describing the experience of art on an emotional or visceral level. There’s an immediacy and intimacy when viewing a work in front of you (if it’s a painting) or around you (if it’s anything else). If the artwork is a film then that’s different as well. Sometimes you see a film that pulls out of you some long ago feelings of joy or sorrow that you forgot you still held. You certainly didn’t know where they were until some image or some exchange of characters reminds you of a fleeting but powerful moment in your life. Surely Jean Dominique Bauby’s life with Locked-In Syndrome would be touching to anyone. Here’s a person who had everything rich in life and then almost nothing. He was left with the blink of his left eye to communicate the wealth of emotions and desperation from deep inside him. In the end his time with the syndrome is triumphant. For those of us who have had loved ones that struggled with similar syndromes, conditions or diseases, his life is even more poignant. The effect this film can have on us is something that art can do to us and not something that writing about the experience, as Mr. Hughes would write about Mr. Schanbel’s painting, could do. “I try to tell my story from my sensibility,’ he says of his directorial method. ‘Most directors use a literary and linear map, I use a painter’s map. What I choose to look at, what I illustrate by music, where I put the camera, it’s all painterly. If rain isn’t in the script, and it starts raining, I don’t stop.I go with the rain.” What’s funny about my experience with this film is that I had a sense of Mr. Schnabel’s painting work through a critic’s eye but when I saw this film I knew that Mr. Schnabel’s paintings informed the way he built this work and his hand as an artist was both present yet light – allowing me to enter into the claustrophobic world of Jean Bauby and then back out into his projected imagination. Yet also, this is an artistic film about an artistic man without the artifice of art. The means by which it is filmed and the imagery cut right along the same lines. Process informs narrative. It’s a film that inspires as a film and as art and as a story of personal triumph.

