The mid-forties saw something of a vogue in 'ghost' films; 1945 brought a film adaptation of Noel Coward's Blithe Spirit, with David Lean at the helm, 1947 yielded Mank's The Ghost And Mrs Muir (with Rex Harrison as the ghost rather than the object of the ghost's desire) and in the middle was Claude Autant-Lara's Sylvie et le fantome with a screenplay by Jean Aurenche. At 32 Odette Joyeux was arguably a tad old to play a teenager and it may be more than coincidental that she later married her lighting cameraman here, Philippe Agostini, though at the time she was still married to Pierre Brasseur - their ten-year old son, Claude, would turn out to have as distinguished an acting career as his father. Despite a fairly respectable acting CV - she appeared in both Douce and Le Marriage de Chiffon around this time - Joyeux never really enjoyed star status and soon branched out into writing for both big and small screens but this time around she is both effective and charming as the endearingly naive teenager with a romantic attachment to the 'white hunter' in the life-size portrait in her château. Alas, times are hard and head of the family Pierre Larquey is obliged to sell the portrait on the eve of Sylvie's birthday and in an effort to make some sort of amends he hires someone to impersonate the White Hunter as a spirit and one becomes three when the elderly actor supplied by an Agency is supplemented by a shy suitor and a criminal, all of whom are out-spirited by the REAL ghost in the (spectral) form of Jacques Tati. This is nothing less than a delight, a wonderful confection, exactly the kind of film despised by the spoilt children of the New Wavelet and far superior to any of the bile they vomited onto the screen a decade later. A worthy 9 out of 10.

This french film is a jewel of poetry, humor, imagination with polished, right dialogs!! The emotion, is carried there by the music and the play without fault of the actors! One finds in the role of the phantom Jacques Tati! I don't know if this film can be founded in the USA but i hope that people will discover it because of the kind of poetry the same that you can find in "The beauty and the beast" a "Jean Cocteau's "film with Jean Marais and Josette Day. or "The children's of paradise" of "Marcel Carné" with the dialogs of the great poet "Jacques Prévert"!!Odette Joyeux brings all her thanks and her smoothness with the role of Sylvie... The special effects are extremely well adapted and technically realized. No violence, no unaptness, not of vulgarity nor of bad taste in this anthem with imaginary and the love! Sorry for my bad English but I should like to speak of this film that will please everybody who keep already his child soul!

There really is a ghost, by the way, yet to most of the residents of this once-grand palatial estate the ghost is merely the fantasy of an over-imaginative 17-year-old named Sylvie. The great mansion is now being sold off piece by piece to satisfy creditors, and when a portrait, believed by Sylvie to be occupied by her beloved phantom, is sold, her grandfather decides to hire an actor to portray the ghost in order to give Sylvie one last chance to believe in her dreams before she grows up.

As the real ghost, roaming the mansion more than usual now that his resting place of choice, the portrait (Sylvie was right),has been removed, observes the errant artifices of Sylvie's grandfather, it turns out that no fewer than three persons have shown up claiming to be the actor who will haunt Sylvie's forthcoming birthday party: two young men who have fallen in love with Sylvie, one of them a fugitive, and an older man, the one actually sent by the casting agency. Grandpere decides to employ all three. One could say there are three young men, since the ghost himself also appears enamored of Sylvie, and absconds with the older actor's white sheet in an attempt to make a appearance himself (the French filmmakers appear blissfully unaware of how these ghost costumes stand a chance, unintentionally, of transmitting a completely different subtext to an American audience!). He has a time managing the costume, however, and so for the most part Sylvie's tangible contact with "phantoms" is by way of her two erstwhile, earthly suitors. Irony abounds in the fact that while there really is a ghost, the appearance of same continues to be sustained almost entirely by the fanciful dialogues of the living. The fact that her phantom has not only two different voices but distinctly different personalities begs a comparison to Robert Jean Nathan's Portrait of Jennie, filmed three years later, in which the title spirit is a somewhat different character each time the hero encounters her.

On the negative side, the comedy's ability to work independently of the actual ghost also means that the character of the ghost is largely unemployed. Care was taken to have a known comedian, Jaques Tati, in the role (this is a few years before Tati's emergence as auteur in his Postman and Monsieur Hulot films),yet for much of this film his pale image is seen merely wandering through the set -- some great double-exposure effects here -- looking wistful. To both credit and deficit, this is a> film version of a play; it's great that the fantasy is sustained to such a large extent by the almost poetic dialogue, yet one wishes that the filmmakers had pushed a little further to make this a ghost movie, depending more on sonic and visual effects to make the experience a little spookier.

The Ravel-like music is often beautiful, helping to bridge reality, fabrication, and the ethereal. It's never allowed to overpower the rest of the film, yet I suspect that a modern stereo recording of the music alone would probably give a stronger statement of what moods the composer was trying to infuse. The English subtitles are just enough to keep the francophonically-impaired abreast of the conversation, without covering half the screen nor detracting from the flow of the original French, which in this case sounds good whether one can understand all of it or not. One blooper does occur when one of the ghosts, according to the subtitles, assures Sylvie that he is "discrete" (discreet).

The idea of the grandfather creating a "ghost story" as an attempt to give Sylvie one last adventure before she grows up is possibly (I'd speculate) the inspiration for the treatment used in Disney's animated film version of Peter Pan, which differs significantly from Barrie's original story in that the adventures of Wendy and her brothers, plus the issue of Wendy's impending adulthood, are compressed into a single evening.

Sylvie and the Phantom is a very satisfying film in all:

hopefully it will continue to teach filmmakers a thing or two about where their audience's sense of fantasy can be found, and awakened.