In the photo, the team of the first news is here reunited with the quasi-complete. All have disappeared today. Pierre Tchernia was the last, he who is at the centre of this group of pioneers of the small window. We are in the summer of 1949. And this reporter there, like most of its congeners, does not really know what the future had in store for him. Yet the future will be particularly rich, because to him alone Tchernia will gather in more than 60 years of career what is the tv : the info and the show.
” In 1949, I went to see Pierre Sabbagh, who was looking for people to create the first television news ” we said it in 1999 for a film called “Journey to the center of the info”. “He did not know me and asks me what I’m doing. Then I told him about my short career, a little bit of radio, the IDHEC (Institut des Hautes Études Cinématographiques), stage manager at the theatre. In fact, it was this that Sabbagh had done, puppets, cinema, too… ” And Tchernia has joined the fine team of Pierre Dumayet (editor also), Gilbert Larriaga ( reporter, cameraman) or Jacques Anjubault (chief editor). All the trades are there at the service of a new way of doing the info. “We were gathered in a small room, in front of a television set, a microphone and a key to take the word live. And specifically, we were talking about as I speak to you on the images, ” described Pierre Tchernia.
VIDEO. The portrait of Pierer Tchnernia by Michel Vial
Comment of images, filming, editing, news reports, they were casting so the basics of a flow innovative images in black and white and broadcast in 819 lines. The viewers were only a few thousands, but the band of young people, integrated by Tchernia believed hard as iron. They would have been able to select the radio, know brilliant careers, because all were of great talent. But is the tv nascent that they had chosen a little like an adventure where one is thrown headlong. You see these shots where Tchernia is mounting, with front of him from the film in 35-millimeter film. It smokes, it gets angry, it gets stressed (already), Tchernia concentrate is at work.
little by Little, the personality of each is revealed. The mark of Pierre Tchernia has very quickly been this amazing ability to keep the antenna as if it was at the corner of the street telling his friends, his last story. Quietly, and always smiling. The journalist Tchernia is a man of direct. It falls well, the direct was in the 50 the great euphoria of the audiovisual spectacle of French households. “There were tears of images. But unlike today, the audience was with us. Flute, he said to himself, they get into trouble. Thin, failure its. They will get there. We will see the result “, we told P. Tchernia.
On the deck of an aircraft carrier, at the bottom of the mine in Lens, in the painter Foujita, or a visit to the national assembly, Tchernia knew how to guide the gaze of the viewer, satisfy the curiosity of everyone without pretense. It was a colossus at the voice accomplice, and blagueuse. For a direct to the fair of the throne, Tchernia was placed alongside of Madame Irma, the woman, the largest in the world, had it clarified. “You know that the fair of the throne, it is also fair to gingerbread ?” asks Tchernia. “Quite ! Bread in the shape of pigs. ” said the lady. “Well, it is for this reason that I have bought pigs in the name of all my managers. And directors, there’s a lot of on tv… “, lance Tchernia the insolent. For he who had presented the week franco-british tv 52, who had commented on the visit of queen Elizabeth II, in 57, and participated in a number of issues of the magazine 5 columns, was also a singer-songwriter in the soul (as it was then). The issue of the 'salt box' in 1955, is a fine example of derision and sometimes surrealism very surprising. Tchernia the journalist was hiding an artist to be modest. Someone that everyone knew, as every family has a cousin Robert that we love to revisit his culture and his sense of humor. The silhouette mass of Pierre Tchernia is now a memory that we are happy to share.
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