Short Takes (IV): "The Red Balloon"

The ending of Albert Lamorisse's The Red Balloon (1956; 34 minutes)--in which a flock of balloons comes to the rescue of little Pascal, carrying him away over the Paris skyline--is joyous, exultant, because of its simplicity.  There is no explanation for it.  The film, made for children, operates according to kids' logic.  Theorizing it ("the balloons are a metaphor for Pascal's longing to escape bourgeois repression...", etc.) becomes self-defeating.  The genius of The Red Balloon lies in its transparency, its blithe straight-forwardness (for a more sinuous take on this material, see Hao Hsiao-Hsien's Flight of the Red Balloon [2008]).  Just as a balloon signifies nothing more than an appealing form, something that is pleasurable simply because it is brightly colored and perfectly shaped, the film's ending means nothing more than a child's desire to be engulfed by dozens of shapes and colors, to be caught up in them, and to fly.         

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