Vive Le Tour (1962) dir. Louis Malle
In 1962 the young director and cycling fan Louis Malle decides to make a short documentary portraying that years Tour de France, the biggest cycling race in the world. Malle's focus is not on the racing itself, you can read about that in the newspapers anyway. His focus is on all the peculiarities surrounding the race. In under 20 minutes Malle manages to cover an extraordinary amount of topics, which he manages to pair with appropriate commentary, either visually or via narration supplied by pro-turned-journalist Jean Bobet. There's no time to dwell on any of these topics, but that isn't what Malle set out to do either, although many of them would do for an interesting documentary of their own.
Malle starts out by showing the great contrast of the Tour de France and professional cycling in general. Already back then a hyper commercialised event with a big sponsor caravan ahead of the race, with cars for every sponsor of the race. Every jersey has their sponsor names on them to be displayed. Even the ambulances and medical helicopters have sponsor names on them. But the race also uses the country side as it's race track where admission is free, with locals and everything from monks and nuns to school children lining up on the side of the road to catch a glimpse of the racers.
Tour de France started as a gimmick to sell newspapers, like almost any big cycling race, and in 1962 as well as today, cycling would be nothing without the media. So the race is followed by a hoard of print journalists, radio journalists and photographers on motorcycles, which also still happens today, although followed by a bit more controversy than back then.
Malle even shortly covers nature breaks with a 15 second silent montage, not bringing unnecessary attention to it, but also showing exactly how it happens. Nature breaks leads into what causes nature breaks, which is fluid intake and the most iconic scene of the film, which shows how racers acquired drinks back then. Luckily now an archaic practice, but back then getting drinks from your teams support car was banned, so racers had to get drinks from elsewhere. That Malle isn't focusing on the race itself is shown by the fact we are more than 7 minutes into the film before the name of any racer is mentioned, and this by an announcer in the background calling a sprint finish. In fact the narration never mentions any racer if I am not mistaken. By my count the later winner Jacques Anquetil is only mentioned once when a journalist in the background dictates "Anquetilissimo" to a typist over the phone. The only time Anquetil, normally a man who wasn't camera shy, is shown is at the end as he stands atop the podium.
Much of the film is somewhat upbeat in tone, with a delightful sarcastic and black humoured flavour to the narration and editing. Which is something that I really like about the film. Malle is obviously a fan of the sport, but he is also so much a fan that he is able to laugh at the ridiculous parts of the whole ordeal, and he is not beneath calling out the things that he thinks are bad about it. Such as racers having to steal drinks from local cafees, doping and the bad excuses employed when it goes wrong, even though doping wasn't yet banned in 1962, and the bravado of the sport, where racers are almost hard wired to get back onto their bike after a crash like cyborgs with only one programmed objective. The scene focussing on crashes and injuries is the only not upbeat part of the movie, much more somber and with the soundtrack slowed down. Malle takes out two minutes of the film to focus on a delirious racers who almost unable to walk on his own, crawls back onto the bike and continues up the road, only to fall over in a ditch some time later. No narration is needed for this sequence, Malle's point is all to clear on its own.
At the end of the film Malle focuses one of my favourite part of cycling, the mountains. Mountains makes some of the most beautiful shots of the scenery, which is something no other sport can offer. Although Malle doesn't focus much on this he has a couple of beautiful shots, one showing the racers going up a mountain road like a trail of ants slowly snaking it's way up the naked mountain side, the other showing racers and spectators bathed in sun in the foreground while the sky in the background is pitch black, perhaps showing what is to come for the racers. Malle also uses this segment to show close ups of climbing cyclists writhing in pain, intercut with pictures of the final podium in Paris, which I thought was really well done.
Vive Le Tour is what I feel should be the prototypical cycling documentary. It probably isn't though, I can only think of two other movies which are like it. Jørgen Leth's Stars and Water Carriers from 1973 and A Sunday in Hell from 1976, both full length documentaries which takes a very similar approach as Malle but with Leth's own style to it. But I do think Malle has made a completely timeless movie, especially because he never focuses on the actual racing. The movie simply chronicles a time in history and how cycling was then. As a cycling fan I find it utter fascinating to watch, because there are so few pieces of film like it from back then, and watching it on film is just something completely different from reading about it. It's also very fun to see how cycling has evolved in some areas, and how it hasn't evolved at all in other areas. Drinks looting is now long archaic and a fun relic from the past to watch, while crashes are almost completely the same nowadays, just with more helmets. The focus on concussions have also reached cycling, but we still see riders completing stages and races with injuries that must leave them in unthinkable pain. Another small thing that still happens is racers taking a newspaper from a fan on top of a climb and putting under their jersey to shield from the wind on long descents. A very low tech solution that still works just as well in 2017 as it did in 1962.
As I said, as a cycling fan I love this film, but I'm very unsure how interesting it is for people who are not fans of the sport, but I hope you all enjoy it. Otherwise I guess I just opened the door for Kihei to make us all watch old nerdy tennis documentaries.