Cinema Tribute

Delon was Delon

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written by Valentin Husson · August 19, 2024 · 0 comment

French philosopher Valentin Husson pays tribute to the illustrious actor, who died on Sunday at the age of 88: «He fascinated me because he terrified me, and vice versa.»

Delon was one of those men who fascinated me. He fascinated me because he terrified me, and vice versa. Until recently, I was watching one of his appearances on Pivot. Delon was perhaps the man of the twentieth century.th century. Its very archetype. I say this beyond good and evil. I'm not moralizing. I'm trying to understand.

His favorite word, he told Pivot, was «honor». He always dreamed of being a gangster. He was Borsalino. He had ties with the underworld. In 2002, he was one of the first to call Le Pen to congratulate him on reaching the second round. Men like that. Besides, he was only a man. A sex symbol. For men and women alike. He was one of those guys that even men, in their race for the top prize, can't hate. There was Alain Delon, and the «Alain de loin». We couldn't compete. I was with a woman for four years who thought that Delon, in La Piscine, was Beauty itself, the canon of all other beauties. Usually, the guy says «yeah, well, there's better...»; there, I could only say «well, yeah...».

He was a man, yes, not a father. The kind of guy who made me pass on my desire for fatherhood. «If a father can be that, then no thank you...» Delon was a madman who thought he was Alain Delon. First of his kind. The other Delon's, except perhaps his daughter, didn't exist. Or they existed only for him. To his illegitimate son, recently deceased, he said: «Have you seen your face? You'll never be a Delon». You had to look like him, you had to be him, to belong to him. At Fogiel's one evening, interviewed with his son Anthony, he spent the interview putting his arm on his shoulder, as if resting on someone. Father Delon must have been a burden. That's the price children pay for being the offspring of a sacred monster.

Delon and women

And then there was Delon and women. Did he ever love them? Romy and Mireille, the two women in his life. The latter never recovered. Like all narcissists, they only existed for him, to fill a gap in him, to make him love himself more. He didn't love, he loved to be loved; he loved himself because he was loved. His favorite drug? «L'amour», he once replied to Pivot. Love of others, love of self, love of self.

Delon made me cry once, precisely when I saw him cry. On Drucker's show, Véronique Dicaire, an imitator, sang a song about Delon. A hymn to love by Piaf. Delon, listening to it, collapses on the famous red sofa. He stands up, applauds her, and says: «The day Piaf sang that, it was the day Cerdan died; and at the end of the song, nobody applauded and everyone stood up in silence.» He wasn't crying over Piaf, he was crying over Piaf crying over Cerdan, and over this hall paying one last tribute to Cerdan or Piaf's love for him. Delon never wept for anyone but himself. Some would judge that morally, but for me, that's what made it touching.

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Delon was never an actor - he said it himself, he was an actor. And everything he played was him. He never got out of character. Delon was Delon. «Ego sum qui sum». Divine commandment: thou shalt have no other Delon than Alain Delon himself. The rest are idols. And then, in the face of such a steamroller, I always wondered, from what flaw, what terrible narcissistic flaw must he have come to have such an ego? And if God exists, what would you like to hear him say to you, Alain Delon?« asks Pivot. - Since such is your greatest regret, I know: come, I'll take you to your father and mother, so that for the first time, at last, you can see them together.»

Having never seen his parents together, little Alain saw himself alone. And he was always the only one to see himself; the only one who had to be seen. He drew attention the way a child seeks his parents' gaze.

Valentin Husson is Professor of Philosophy at the University of Strasbourg and author of several books, including The art of food. A philosophy of taste (Presses Universitaires de France, 2023).

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Valentin Husson
Valentin Husson

Valentin Husson is Professor of Philosophy at the University of Strasbourg and author of several books, including «L'art des vivres. Une philosophie du goût» (Presses Universitaires de France, 2023).

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