«La Soupe aux choux»: a tale of roommates and tragedy

Cinema Wednesdays - Special edition: The coronary with Louis de Funès - Danilo Heyer

If there's one instrument by which French cinema has risen to majestic heights, it's comedy. Whether this is due to the light-hearted national character that has bequeathed us, from the Tartuffe from Molière to Candide until Fatalist of Diderot, that strange blend of refined thought and humor; or whether it comes from something else, who cares; let's not hesitate, for once, to thank those people who alone could give birth to The seventh company, to Bronzés font du ski, at Dinner party, and La Soupe aux choux.

A roommate story

La Soupe aux choux fits into a most exquisite sub-genre, one that deals with that most interesting of subjects: the lives of two grown men living together. To a certain extent, I'd bring in what happens in Joey and Chandler's apartment in Friends, and, above all, everything that happens in the excellent Withnail and I. Here's the recipe: take two best friends, who are to each other a little more than a brother, a little less than a wife; put them under the same roof; don't forget to add a lot of alcohol, that indispensable ingredient to such an existence; then confront these two outcasts with a new environment that will do nothing to suit them. The plot is simple, but it's a joy to watch!

Whereas in Withnail and I, From the story of two young Londoners, as broke as they were profligate, who «mistakenly went on vacation to the country», we follow the adventures of two country folk, two old specimens of a race of men on the brink of extinction, a race whose way of life hasn't changed one iota since the invention of agriculture.

 We can say without hesitation that what we call the simple life has found its perfect expression in this plot of land in France: we eat soup, we do a bit of gardening, we relieve ourselves and we grow old on a bench, without even having to undergo the discipline of a wife; but above all, for as long as we can remember, the day has found its natural rhythm in the shots of «petits canons» («five or six liters») that we hasten to send each other, as if life depended on it. When Chérasse says: «Well... it's not all that father, but you're making me late! The time is the time; and it's time for the perniflard!», there's no need to balk at his level of diabetes; we comply on the spot, and at home.

Over the years, friendship, which will always find the official language far too harsh, has taken care to reshape it in its own image: the foreigner is called «La Denrée»; the names «Le Glaude» and «Le Bombé» are used in response; and back in the day, «la Francine» was "arranged". To tell the truth, although we sometimes agree to integrate outsiders, as long as they adjust their flow to local customs, the majority of those who are foreign to this closed circle will see themselves pushed back; for they are well aware that it is only from the outside that catastrophe can arise.

Always a tragic end

Throughout these stories, we are warned, more or less subtly, that the sacred union cannot last, and they conclude with a tragic heartbreak: in Friends, Chandler will find a wife in Monica; in Whitnail and I, the vain appeal of a healthy, active life will eventually separate the two splendid unemployed; indeed, it's the same criminal voice that will drive away La Francine and separate the stuntman from the actor in Once upon a time in Hollywood. There's nothing more dramatic than divorce, since it's only ever desired by one side, since it's a betrayal, since it's only injustice.

In La Soupe aux choux however, it wasn't between the two friends, but with Le Progrès, that monster straight out of the 19th century.^th No one was left behind, not even the most remote corners of the Old Continent, from the backward valleys of the Jura to the empty plains of the Bourbonnais.

So it is that the mayor, driven by that vigor proper to the industrious philistine, boasts to anyone who will listen, even to the two «old fossils», that the village lacks a «job-creating economic expansion»; one of those that offer no other prospects than the perpetual affairism already lamented by Thoreau. Housing estates are needed to turn the village into a dormitory town! To keep the newcomers occupied, a leisure park will be built, with restaurants, refreshment stands, swings and even a «monkey rock»! Next to Le Glaude's house, there will be a magnificent «parking lot for four thousand cars»; and on its grounds «ten thousand deckchairs and music»! What effervescence!

Departure or suicide

On the verge of a heart attack, his shotgun in hand, Le Bombé gives him this masterly order: «You've got to get the hell out! You've got to get out of here! Fate would prove him wrong; only they would have to leave. Indeed, we had to turn away from the horrific sight of the invasion of our little island of peace, orchestrated by bulldozers »that snore your ears« and new roofs that obscured the sun as much as they disturbed the serenity. From then on, in order to continue cultivating this virtuous existence, this art of living and this calm from time immemorial, the two die-hards had to resolve to leave for a place that doesn't exist - the planet Oxo, where people live for two hundred years, and so does the cat...

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