Jacques Demy's 1980 TV movie La naissance du jour is perhaps the least visible of his full-length works, seeming like a work of deliberate retrenchment after a professionally and personally bumpy decade. The film depicts the writer Colette in her summer home, moving within highly-ordered daily rituals and reflecting on her past - there are only two other major characters, and only a handful of scenes in other settings. The plot concerns a love triangle of sorts, but it's barely evident as that, in large part described rather than shown; the film is tasteful and scenic, but hardly lends itself to the kind of delighted compositional beauty for which we cherish Demy. As such, it's tempting to see it as a conscious repression, most intriguing for its glimpses of greater complexities below the surface. Take for instance the primary male character played by Jean Sorel, and how the camera's focus on his naked torso seems to go beyond what's required to express Colette's own musings on the topic, or the later moment in a bar where we watch two men dancing together (a character asks them why, receiving the explanation that the girls don't dance well). Given what we now know of Demy's bisexuality, it's hardly gratuitous to see here an accepting expression of more complex interests and desires than are expressed in Colette's tidier (although thematically not uninteresting) formulations. This messaging would continue through the raw desires depicted in Demy's next film, Une chambre en ville, to his underappreciated final works; Parking also contains a distinct strand of bisexuality, and his last film Trois places pour le 26 contains an accidental incestuous encounter, happily shrugged off on its way to a happy ending. In this light, just as La naissance du jour intermittently depicts Colette's memories as vividly as it does her present, its absences seem as meaningful as its bucolic actualities.
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