Yvan Attal’s My Dog Stupid Film
(Gerry Furth-Sides) The title of Actor-director Yvan Attal’s (‘Le Brio’) film, My Dog Stupid is probably the most stupid thing in the film, and you cannot blame Attal. It is author John Fante’s title of the book that was the filmmaker’s inspiration. It unfortunately also sums up the main character’s attitude toward life in general at the beginning of a low-key film, compelling enough to make you keep watching and then really happy you did.
Henri, a hack screen writer goes through the motions of writing to keep up his family’s luxury lifestyle after earning literary fame decades earlier. He share his mostly glass and wood organic Biarritz dream house on the beach with wife (both on screen and off), co-star, Charlotte Gainsbourg and three children – plus their assortment of friends. Not only is the couple in crisis in this French-language adaptation of John Fante’s novella, but so is the entire family.
Henri is a middle-aged writer with fading inspiration. Feeling increasingly misunderstood by his family, he dreams of running away to start over again, preferable to Rome and preferably in his beloved Porsche. His discovery of a slobbery dog with slovenly manners on his estate grounds that he spontaneously adopts, motivates him to dig in his heels and start rebelling against his family. For the most part it does not look for Henri that love will stand the test of time as each family member moves out one at a time, including his wife. Iconic real-life couple Charlotte Gainsbourg and Yvan Attal are masters at making this seem real and we already researched where we could find their earlier films as husband and wife.
John Fante, is the son of Italian immigrants, born in 1909 in Denver, Colorado, he was of modest origin and wrote his first scales at a very young age. He showed his texts to H. L. Mencken, who bought his first short story for the American Mercury, the prestigious magazine he edited, in 1932. Then started a letter-writing friendship between the two men that lasted more than twenty years. While waiting for his first novel, The Road to Los Angeles finished in 1933 to be published, Fante made his debut in Hollywood studios where, from 1935 to 1966, he participated in the scripts writing for about ten films that allowed him to live comfortably.
His novels fell into relative oblivion until rescued by Charles Bukowski, who worshipped him and was responsible for the reprint Demand to Dust (Ask the Dust, 1939). At the end of his life, in 1978 he became blind and dead-ended by complications of his diabetes. Fante dictated his last novel, Dreams from Bunker Hill (1982) to his wife Joyce before he passed away in 1983. My Stupid Dog and The Orgy were released in 1985.
An autobiographical novelist, Fante has only ever told one story in his novels, his own. That of a second-generation immigrant, from his father, mother, brothers and sisters and their talkative and Catholic neighbors, also Italians. He also tells of his vagrancy in Hollywood, the easy money in which one drowns, and then the choice of poverty which is that of writing.