2nd March 2009

Today my great friend Hercules Bellville is buried in London. Flavia says that she has never seen the London Oratory so full. By coincidence the Independent publish my obituary the same day. I have spent the week since he died talking to his friends and writing it. Such writing holds off grief because somehow while you write you keep the dead alive. But with the final full stop the grief of loss can no longer be avoided.

Hercules Bellville devoted his life to the cultivation of friendship and the making of films. He was a very considerable film scholar and in terms of intellectual history he should be classed with his Oxford contemporaries and great friends Laura Mulvey, Jon Halliday and Peter Wollen as amongst the first in England to register the full impact of that French cinephilia that gave birth to the New Wave. But Bellville’s scholarship was from the very first to be devoted to the making of films. A list of the filmmakers with whom he worked is also a list of some of the greatest directors of the past forty years.
Unusually and perhaps because of his great privilege: a wealthy family, extraordinary good looks and a charm which was all the more engaging for being extremely hard edged, Bellville never sought the limelight. His credits are remarkable – second unit director on Roman Polanski’s Tess and Michelangelo Antonioni’s The Passenger, producer credits on Jonathan Glazer’s Sexy Beast and Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Dreamers – but he was supremely uninterested, even embarrassed, by them. What mattered to Hercules was to be using his extraordinary skills and knowledge to help talent and grace find form in the most powerful and democratic of artistic mediums.
Perhaps the single most important thread in a life woven of extraordinary friendships was the Peploe family. Hercules met the eldest daughter Clare very early at Oxford, where he was reading French and Spanish at Christ Church. His parents had been divorced, his father, Rupert, was a test pilot and his mother Jeanie (nee Fuqua) was the daughter of a diplomat. Hercules became a devoted admirer of Clare’s mother the painter Cloclo Peploe, a life long friend and collaborator with her brother the director and screen writer Mark and the boyfriend of the younger daughter Chloe through much of the sixties. It must be said that a beautiful girlfriend was one of Bellville’s trademarks although it was also typical that when the affair had ended the friendship endured. He was a regular visitor to the Peploe villa San Francesco in Florence in the early sixties and a fellow guest records her astonishment at meeting this impossibly beautiful and impossibly blond young man for the first time.
Bellville’s break came when Polanski hired him as a runner on Repulsion (the one credit he did claim with pride was that it was his hand which comes through the wall as the heroine collapses into psychosis) and he worked with Polanski and his producer Andrew Braunsberg for over a decade following them in the early seventies to Hollywood. From his base in the Tropicana Motel he adopted Los Angeles as one of his many home towns, returning each Christmas to what he called ‘the coast’ to renew and recharge his friendships there. His mother was American and he had been born in California so there, as in so many other places, he considered himself a native.
Bellville was a gentleman of a new school. Independently wealthy he would only live on what he could earn, a great dandy he scorned expensive clothes, seeking his elegant attire in the most unlikely of chain stores. He was a product of the great democratic settlement of post-war Europe and he was as interested in talking to the assistant manager at the Grand Hotel about the rhythms of the tourist season as he was exchanging information about downtown Los Angeles with his good friend Jack Nicholson or exploring a new topic of conversation with a young child.. His vast knowledge of film, art, restaurants, hotels, cities was at the service of anyone who he felt could benefit from what he knew.

Bellville finally found the ideal home for his talents when in the early eighties he joined forces with the great British producer Jeremy Thomas at the Recorded Picture Company. He and Thomas formed the closest of friendships at the heart of the most daring and international of British production companies. Rapiers to each others foils, their merged talents formed a single powerful film intelligence at the service of Conrad’s great dictum – “ above all, to make you see”. The list of films is staggering from The Last Emperor through Crash to Young Adam. Even the financial failures like Terry Gilliam’s Tideland were films of huge ambition. Bellville’s role was twofold. In development he would deploy his vast knowledge and erudition in ensuring that script and cast improved – when asked what he did, he said “I discourage people” but what he meant was that he encouraged them to try harder and to aim higher. Then when the filming began, Thomas did not have to spend a minute worrying whether anybody from the most famous of international stars to the gruffest of grips felt unappreciated or unloved. “Herc” was everywhere dispensing witty reassurance, tiny presents and always talking about films. That esprit de corps so crucial to almost any successful production was ensured on any film with which Bellville was associated.
At the annual festival of Cannes Bellville energized and enthused from dawn to dusk to dawn again. Here he and Thomas could meet with the full range of his international contacts, here he could deploy his perfect Spanish, his fluent French spoken with a cut glass English accent and littered with witty anglicisms, and his considerable Italian. Here he could usher young filmmakers from all five continents into meetings where he would immediately make everyone at ease. Here he could parry wits with that other great multi-lingual diplomat of recent European cinema Marie Pierre Hauville, the festival’s foreign minister.
It is unsurprising that so committed an internationalist was hit so hard by the events of September 11 2001. This outrage seemed to set back for decades everything that Hercules had believed in and to which he had devoted his life. He suffered what the French call a depression nerveuse and many of his friends wondered whether he would ever recover. However in 2003 in his much loved Mexico he met Ilana Shulman and she, who shared so many of his interests in cinema, art and travel brought a tenderness to his life which meant that his final years, even when his lung cancer was diagnosed, were full of happiness.. For a man who insisted that every dinner had a placement and every journey a movement order, it was natural that he should make final arrangements He had been educated by the Benedictines at Ampleforth school and as the end approached he married Ilana and received the last rites of the Roman Catholic Church.


One Response to “2nd March 2009”

  1. Paul Morrissey Says:

    Colin, I would have thought that at least you would have known it is Ampleforth “College”

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