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Filmmaker who forced France to face its WWII past dies

Filmmaker who forced France to face its WWII past dies

The Advertiser27-05-2025

Marcel Ophuls, the Academy Award-winning filmmaker whose landmark 1969 documentary The Sorrow and the Pity shattered the comforting myth that most of France had resisted the Nazis during World War II, has died at 97.
Though Ophuls would later win an Oscar for Hôtel Terminus (1988), his searing portrait of Nazi war criminal Klaus Barbie, it was The Sorrow and the Pity, that marked a turning point - not only in his career, but in how France confronted its past.
Deemed too provocative, too divisive, it was banned from French television for over a decade.
French broadcast executives said it "destroyed the myths the French still need" and did not air nationally until 1981.
But for a younger generation in a country still recovering physically and psychologically from the aftermath of the atrocities, the movie was a revelation - an unflinching historical reckoning that challenged both national memory and national identity.
The myth it punctured had been carefully constructed by Charles de Gaulle, the wartime general who led Free French forces from exile and later became president.
In the aftermath of France's liberation in 1944, de Gaulle promoted a version of events in which the French had resisted Nazi occupation as one people, united in dignity and defiance.
Collaboration was portrayed as the work of a few traitors.
The Sorrow and the Pity, which was nominated for the 1972 Oscar for Best Documentary, told a different story: the film turned its lens on Clermont-Ferrand, a provincial town at the heart of France.
Through long, unvarnished interviews with farmers, shopkeepers, teachers, collaborators, members of the French Resistance - even the town's former Nazi commander - Ophuls laid bare the moral ambiguities of life under occupation.
There was no narrator, no music, no guiding hand to shape the audience's emotions - just people speaking plainly, awkwardly, sometimes defensively.
They remembered, justified and hesitated. And in those silences and contradictions, the film delivered its most devastating message: that France's wartime story was not one of widespread resistance but of ordinary compromise - driven by fear, self-preservation, opportunism, and, at times, quiet complicity.
The film revealed how French police had aided in the deportation of Jews. How neighbours stayed silent. How teachers claimed not to recall missing colleagues. How many had simply got by, with resistance being the exception - not the rule.
In a 2004 interview Ophuls said. "Who can say their nation would have behaved better in the same circumstances?"
Born in Frankfurt on November 1, 1927, Marcel Ophuls was the son of legendary German-Jewish filmmaker Max Ophuls and when Hitler came to power in 1933, the family fled Germany for France. In 1940, as Nazi troops approached Paris, they fled again — across the rugged Pyrenees into Spain, and on to the United States.
Many years later, Ophuls settled in a home overlooking those mountains.
He became an American citizen and later served as a US Army GI in occupied Japan. But it was his father's towering legacy that shaped his early path.
He returned to France in the 1950s hoping to direct fiction, like his father. But after several poorly received features his path shifted to documentaries.
After The Sorrow and the Pity, Ophuls followed with The Memory of Justice (1976), a sweeping meditation on war crimes that examined Nuremberg but also drew uncomfortable parallels to atrocities in Algeria and Vietnam.
In Hôtel Terminus (1988), he spent five years tracking the life of Klaus Barbie, the so-called "Butcher of Lyon", exposing not just his Nazi crimes but the role Western governments played in protecting him after the war.
The film won him his Academy Award for Best Documentary but, overwhelmed by its darkness, French media reported that he attempted suicide during production.
In The Troubles We've Seen (1994), he turned his camera on journalists covering the war in Bosnia, and on the media's uneasy relationship with suffering and spectacle.
He was a man of contradictions: a Jewish exile married to a German woman who had once belonged to the Hitler Youth; a French citizen never fully embraced; a filmmaker who adored Hollywood, but changed European cinema by telling truths others wouldn't.
He is survived by his wife, Régine, their three daughters, and three grandchildren.
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Marcel Ophuls, the Academy Award-winning filmmaker whose landmark 1969 documentary The Sorrow and the Pity shattered the comforting myth that most of France had resisted the Nazis during World War II, has died at 97.
Though Ophuls would later win an Oscar for Hôtel Terminus (1988), his searing portrait of Nazi war criminal Klaus Barbie, it was The Sorrow and the Pity, that marked a turning point - not only in his career, but in how France confronted its past.
Deemed too provocative, too divisive, it was banned from French television for over a decade.
French broadcast executives said it "destroyed the myths the French still need" and did not air nationally until 1981.
But for a younger generation in a country still recovering physically and psychologically from the aftermath of the atrocities, the movie was a revelation - an unflinching historical reckoning that challenged both national memory and national identity.
The myth it punctured had been carefully constructed by Charles de Gaulle, the wartime general who led Free French forces from exile and later became president.
In the aftermath of France's liberation in 1944, de Gaulle promoted a version of events in which the French had resisted Nazi occupation as one people, united in dignity and defiance.
Collaboration was portrayed as the work of a few traitors.
The Sorrow and the Pity, which was nominated for the 1972 Oscar for Best Documentary, told a different story: the film turned its lens on Clermont-Ferrand, a provincial town at the heart of France.
Through long, unvarnished interviews with farmers, shopkeepers, teachers, collaborators, members of the French Resistance - even the town's former Nazi commander - Ophuls laid bare the moral ambiguities of life under occupation.
There was no narrator, no music, no guiding hand to shape the audience's emotions - just people speaking plainly, awkwardly, sometimes defensively.
They remembered, justified and hesitated. And in those silences and contradictions, the film delivered its most devastating message: that France's wartime story was not one of widespread resistance but of ordinary compromise - driven by fear, self-preservation, opportunism, and, at times, quiet complicity.
The film revealed how French police had aided in the deportation of Jews. How neighbours stayed silent. How teachers claimed not to recall missing colleagues. How many had simply got by, with resistance being the exception - not the rule.
In a 2004 interview Ophuls said. "Who can say their nation would have behaved better in the same circumstances?"
Born in Frankfurt on November 1, 1927, Marcel Ophuls was the son of legendary German-Jewish filmmaker Max Ophuls and when Hitler came to power in 1933, the family fled Germany for France. In 1940, as Nazi troops approached Paris, they fled again — across the rugged Pyrenees into Spain, and on to the United States.
Many years later, Ophuls settled in a home overlooking those mountains.
He became an American citizen and later served as a US Army GI in occupied Japan. But it was his father's towering legacy that shaped his early path.
He returned to France in the 1950s hoping to direct fiction, like his father. But after several poorly received features his path shifted to documentaries.
After The Sorrow and the Pity, Ophuls followed with The Memory of Justice (1976), a sweeping meditation on war crimes that examined Nuremberg but also drew uncomfortable parallels to atrocities in Algeria and Vietnam.
In Hôtel Terminus (1988), he spent five years tracking the life of Klaus Barbie, the so-called "Butcher of Lyon", exposing not just his Nazi crimes but the role Western governments played in protecting him after the war.
The film won him his Academy Award for Best Documentary but, overwhelmed by its darkness, French media reported that he attempted suicide during production.
In The Troubles We've Seen (1994), he turned his camera on journalists covering the war in Bosnia, and on the media's uneasy relationship with suffering and spectacle.
He was a man of contradictions: a Jewish exile married to a German woman who had once belonged to the Hitler Youth; a French citizen never fully embraced; a filmmaker who adored Hollywood, but changed European cinema by telling truths others wouldn't.
He is survived by his wife, Régine, their three daughters, and three grandchildren.
Lifeline 13 11 14
beyondblue 1300 22 4636
Marcel Ophuls, the Academy Award-winning filmmaker whose landmark 1969 documentary The Sorrow and the Pity shattered the comforting myth that most of France had resisted the Nazis during World War II, has died at 97.
Though Ophuls would later win an Oscar for Hôtel Terminus (1988), his searing portrait of Nazi war criminal Klaus Barbie, it was The Sorrow and the Pity, that marked a turning point - not only in his career, but in how France confronted its past.
Deemed too provocative, too divisive, it was banned from French television for over a decade.
French broadcast executives said it "destroyed the myths the French still need" and did not air nationally until 1981.
But for a younger generation in a country still recovering physically and psychologically from the aftermath of the atrocities, the movie was a revelation - an unflinching historical reckoning that challenged both national memory and national identity.
The myth it punctured had been carefully constructed by Charles de Gaulle, the wartime general who led Free French forces from exile and later became president.
In the aftermath of France's liberation in 1944, de Gaulle promoted a version of events in which the French had resisted Nazi occupation as one people, united in dignity and defiance.
Collaboration was portrayed as the work of a few traitors.
The Sorrow and the Pity, which was nominated for the 1972 Oscar for Best Documentary, told a different story: the film turned its lens on Clermont-Ferrand, a provincial town at the heart of France.
Through long, unvarnished interviews with farmers, shopkeepers, teachers, collaborators, members of the French Resistance - even the town's former Nazi commander - Ophuls laid bare the moral ambiguities of life under occupation.
There was no narrator, no music, no guiding hand to shape the audience's emotions - just people speaking plainly, awkwardly, sometimes defensively.
They remembered, justified and hesitated. And in those silences and contradictions, the film delivered its most devastating message: that France's wartime story was not one of widespread resistance but of ordinary compromise - driven by fear, self-preservation, opportunism, and, at times, quiet complicity.
The film revealed how French police had aided in the deportation of Jews. How neighbours stayed silent. How teachers claimed not to recall missing colleagues. How many had simply got by, with resistance being the exception - not the rule.
In a 2004 interview Ophuls said. "Who can say their nation would have behaved better in the same circumstances?"
Born in Frankfurt on November 1, 1927, Marcel Ophuls was the son of legendary German-Jewish filmmaker Max Ophuls and when Hitler came to power in 1933, the family fled Germany for France. In 1940, as Nazi troops approached Paris, they fled again — across the rugged Pyrenees into Spain, and on to the United States.
Many years later, Ophuls settled in a home overlooking those mountains.
He became an American citizen and later served as a US Army GI in occupied Japan. But it was his father's towering legacy that shaped his early path.
He returned to France in the 1950s hoping to direct fiction, like his father. But after several poorly received features his path shifted to documentaries.
After The Sorrow and the Pity, Ophuls followed with The Memory of Justice (1976), a sweeping meditation on war crimes that examined Nuremberg but also drew uncomfortable parallels to atrocities in Algeria and Vietnam.
In Hôtel Terminus (1988), he spent five years tracking the life of Klaus Barbie, the so-called "Butcher of Lyon", exposing not just his Nazi crimes but the role Western governments played in protecting him after the war.
The film won him his Academy Award for Best Documentary but, overwhelmed by its darkness, French media reported that he attempted suicide during production.
In The Troubles We've Seen (1994), he turned his camera on journalists covering the war in Bosnia, and on the media's uneasy relationship with suffering and spectacle.
He was a man of contradictions: a Jewish exile married to a German woman who had once belonged to the Hitler Youth; a French citizen never fully embraced; a filmmaker who adored Hollywood, but changed European cinema by telling truths others wouldn't.
He is survived by his wife, Régine, their three daughters, and three grandchildren.
Lifeline 13 11 14
beyondblue 1300 22 4636
Marcel Ophuls, the Academy Award-winning filmmaker whose landmark 1969 documentary The Sorrow and the Pity shattered the comforting myth that most of France had resisted the Nazis during World War II, has died at 97.
Though Ophuls would later win an Oscar for Hôtel Terminus (1988), his searing portrait of Nazi war criminal Klaus Barbie, it was The Sorrow and the Pity, that marked a turning point - not only in his career, but in how France confronted its past.
Deemed too provocative, too divisive, it was banned from French television for over a decade.
French broadcast executives said it "destroyed the myths the French still need" and did not air nationally until 1981.
But for a younger generation in a country still recovering physically and psychologically from the aftermath of the atrocities, the movie was a revelation - an unflinching historical reckoning that challenged both national memory and national identity.
The myth it punctured had been carefully constructed by Charles de Gaulle, the wartime general who led Free French forces from exile and later became president.
In the aftermath of France's liberation in 1944, de Gaulle promoted a version of events in which the French had resisted Nazi occupation as one people, united in dignity and defiance.
Collaboration was portrayed as the work of a few traitors.
The Sorrow and the Pity, which was nominated for the 1972 Oscar for Best Documentary, told a different story: the film turned its lens on Clermont-Ferrand, a provincial town at the heart of France.
Through long, unvarnished interviews with farmers, shopkeepers, teachers, collaborators, members of the French Resistance - even the town's former Nazi commander - Ophuls laid bare the moral ambiguities of life under occupation.
There was no narrator, no music, no guiding hand to shape the audience's emotions - just people speaking plainly, awkwardly, sometimes defensively.
They remembered, justified and hesitated. And in those silences and contradictions, the film delivered its most devastating message: that France's wartime story was not one of widespread resistance but of ordinary compromise - driven by fear, self-preservation, opportunism, and, at times, quiet complicity.
The film revealed how French police had aided in the deportation of Jews. How neighbours stayed silent. How teachers claimed not to recall missing colleagues. How many had simply got by, with resistance being the exception - not the rule.
In a 2004 interview Ophuls said. "Who can say their nation would have behaved better in the same circumstances?"
Born in Frankfurt on November 1, 1927, Marcel Ophuls was the son of legendary German-Jewish filmmaker Max Ophuls and when Hitler came to power in 1933, the family fled Germany for France. In 1940, as Nazi troops approached Paris, they fled again — across the rugged Pyrenees into Spain, and on to the United States.
Many years later, Ophuls settled in a home overlooking those mountains.
He became an American citizen and later served as a US Army GI in occupied Japan. But it was his father's towering legacy that shaped his early path.
He returned to France in the 1950s hoping to direct fiction, like his father. But after several poorly received features his path shifted to documentaries.
After The Sorrow and the Pity, Ophuls followed with The Memory of Justice (1976), a sweeping meditation on war crimes that examined Nuremberg but also drew uncomfortable parallels to atrocities in Algeria and Vietnam.
In Hôtel Terminus (1988), he spent five years tracking the life of Klaus Barbie, the so-called "Butcher of Lyon", exposing not just his Nazi crimes but the role Western governments played in protecting him after the war.
The film won him his Academy Award for Best Documentary but, overwhelmed by its darkness, French media reported that he attempted suicide during production.
In The Troubles We've Seen (1994), he turned his camera on journalists covering the war in Bosnia, and on the media's uneasy relationship with suffering and spectacle.
He was a man of contradictions: a Jewish exile married to a German woman who had once belonged to the Hitler Youth; a French citizen never fully embraced; a filmmaker who adored Hollywood, but changed European cinema by telling truths others wouldn't.
He is survived by his wife, Régine, their three daughters, and three grandchildren.
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It doesn't take long for the fault lines in the family to be exposed. Francois, a retired general, is an uptight conservative who can't accept that one of his sons is a gentle marionettist, even though the other has followed in his footsteps. And he can't help making it plain that it's time a grandson arrived. The couple's children wonder what mum sees in him. Is he a great lay? When the guests have fled, Francois retreats to the attic to clear some clutter. He discovers a bundle of old letters, ardent letters to his wife revealing a passionate affair with a certain Boris (Thierry Lhermitte). Annie eventually admits to it. Francois was away, she immersed in small children, someone had found her desirable nonetheless, but she loves him still and it happened 40 years ago. Francois sleeps in the study. It is good to see these two lead actors, Dussolier and Azema, who complement each other well, dominate the frame. And interesting to discover that Azema appeared in many films by the late celebrated director, Alain Resnais, and became his wife. As Francois digs in deeper, feeling keenly that he has lost face, he becomes a figure of fun. An unbending Gaullist, a lifelong patriot who owns a bust of Napoleon, an upright man who declares time and time again that he has never cheated. We just about believe him. Revenge must be served, hot rather than cold, while Francois has his rival in his sights. Former army colleagues can't be convinced to help him take revenge so he and Annie will have to go to Nice where Boris lives, identify and confront him with the dishonour man-to-man. An aging former hippie who used to play guitar will surely be no match for a former military man. Boris is not, however, as expected. He cycles around town and wears a black belt at his martial arts classes. Still not content to let bygones be bygones, Francois is undeterred and the tone shifts to farce. But Francois' decision to reconnect with a former lover of his own introduces another tonal shift. He finds her, and it is a ruefully tender moment. The points that writer-director Ivan Calberg makes about relationships are sharp and insightful. While the ensemble of actors is all an asset to the production, which, at a crisp hour and half, doesn't outstay its welcome. It is a changed world that the old republican, Francois, has yet to come to terms with. It's not something a visit to a nudist beach will put to rights. A rush of social changes has made it a place where women are independent, where young men can pursue their artistic talents and where young women are free to choose their sexual orientation. His daughter Capucine (Josephine de Meaux) has yet another revelation for him. There is still much to come to terms with for this representative of the traditional, conservative classes. This terrific comedy replete with laugh-out-loud moments is a refreshing export from a country where levels of sexism is sometimes surprising, and where the attitudes to infidelity seem to differ from our own. And where the president could take a mistress or two and expect to have the details of his private life discreetly hidden from view. Riviera Revenge will endear itself to women especially. It's not that the title of this cheeky farce is misleading, it's just that the original French one works so much better. N'avoue Jamais, translating to "Never Admit to Anything" casts a different slant on things and is a better fit with the closing revelations. And, by the way, it did ever so well at the box office in France. They liked it too.

Kate quietly holds A-list meeting after abruptly pulling out of Royal Ascot
Kate quietly holds A-list meeting after abruptly pulling out of Royal Ascot

Herald Sun

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Kate quietly holds A-list meeting after abruptly pulling out of Royal Ascot

IN LONDON Kate has made a quiet return to work with a very A-list meeting after cancelling her appearance at Royal Ascot. Royal-watchers were left disappointed earlier this week after it emerged that she'd had to cancel her scheduled appearance in the royal carriage procession alongside the King, Queen and Prince William at the iconic raceground, after also missing it last year due to her cancer treatment. Just days later, it's now emerged that Kate, 43, has privately resumed work duties, meeting with philanthropist Melinda Gates, the ex-wife of Microsoft founder and billionaire, Bill Gates, at Windsor Castle. Kate – alongside her husband – met with the Microsoft founder's ex. Picture: Aaron Chown/Pool/AFP Gates is a well-known philanthropist. Picture: Ludovic Marin/AFP According to the Court Circular, which records royal engagements, she was joined by William for the June 25 meeting. The exact details of their discussion have not been disclosed, but according to Hello magazine, the Prince and Princess of Wales 'represented their Royal Foundation at the meeting, which focuses on areas including the early years and mental health'. Despite being on a positive trajectory since announcing her gradual return to public duties following the completion of her chemotherapy, there were concerns on Wednesday when Kate pulled out of the racing event at the last minute. She had already been listed to travel in the second carriage of the royal procession, alongside her husband. She appeared alongside her children in the carriage procession for Trooping the Colour recently. Picture: AP Photo/Alberto Pezzali However, a short time later it was confirmed by Kensington Palace that Kate would not be attending, with local media reporting she was 'disappointed' but was having to 'find the right balance as she fully returns to public facing engagements'. Despite pulling out of Ascot, Kate still had plenty of high-profile appearances last week, including Trooping the Colour and the Order of the Garter ceremony. The princess at last week's Order of the Garter ceremony. Picture: Yui Mok –She's not expected to be seen publicly over the next few days, but is likely to turn up at Wimbledon, which kicks off on Monday. It's also understood she'll take part in events associated with the French President and First Lady's state visit to the UK early next month. Back in January, she revealed she was in remission from cancer, which she had first publicly disclosed last March. Last September, she released an emotional video message, featuring personal footage of herself with William and their three children, opening up about the challenges they'd all been privately battling – but also proudly announced she had completed her treatment. Originally published as Kate quietly holds A-list meeting after abruptly pulling out of Royal Ascot

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