Showing posts with label art film. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art film. Show all posts

Saturday, October 27, 2012

MEXICAN HALLOWEEN PART 3

I have mostly recovered from my physical suffering, leaving me only my usual mental suffering to cope with, so it is appropriate that I should enjoy a movie about lunatics on a rampage.

THE MANSION OF MADNESS (1973) is an hallucinogenic-expressionist rendition of Poe's story The System of Dr. Tarr and Professor Fether, which explores the simple premise of lunatics taking over the asylum.  Though made in Mexico it more closely resembles many European gothics which begin with a coach rumbling through misty woods toward an eerie castle. In this case the castle is acknowledged from the beginning to be a lunatic asylum, instead of you having to figure out along the way that everybody is nuts. There is not much to Poe's story besides the situation. His writings never seemed fully comprehensible to me, being more mood than meaning and more poetry than plot, and this film does a good job of carrying that through.   At that point in history when this was made, the civilized world had been on drugs for years, wallowing in sexual and social libertinism, and it was just at that time that many filmmakers got the idea they could do any damn thing they wanted.  Movies like The Holy Mountain, Sweet Movie, and O Lucky Man! not only got made but watched, and there was a market for exercises in excess.  This particular mansion of madness was created in some remarkable scenes of industrial decay and creates an effective mood of derangement suitable to its origin in Poe's brief but intense story of lunacy liberated.


Even if you don't have any drugs to take this is still a freaked out headtrip, but it maintains an attitude of culture and sophistication throughout, never seeming to indulge for the sake of mere shock value.  The film appears to have High Art intentions and was made early enough in that period of accelerating decadence that it can be judged as a success in that regard.  

Addendum: Scholars of the Cinema will find it worth noting that the director, J.L. Moctezuma, was producer of Jodorowsky's Fando and Lis and El Topo.

Thanks also to reader Lou Minatto for noticing that Artistic Supervision was credited to noted Surrealist painter Leonora Carrington.  That explains a lot about how this movie looks.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Movies

The Driver's Seat (1974) One of the most unusual films of Elizabeth Taylor's career. Sort of an art film, kind of a mystery thriller, it's hard to know what to say about this. It's more like an unpleasant dream, with surreal and atmospheric scenes and broken-up time sequence. Taylor is a great actress because, though a natural beauty, she never hesitated to take roles which required her to be ugly and terrible in some way. Here she is a sort of madwoman in search of her death in an alienating and malicious world. Unsettling in concept and execution, it's no wonder this is one of the most misunderstood and underestimated movies of her career. A sort of masterpiece in a way. This was purchased at Target during the short golden age of the dollar DVD, and I had been wanting to show it to Donna for a couple of years but was afraid she would hate it - to my surprise she liked it quite a bit. So do I. I would be very happy to see a nice widescreen print of this some day. 9/10

Monday, July 12, 2010

Movies

Persona (1966) Directed by Ingmar Bergman. Two people in a lonely place - one won't talk, the other won't stop talking. Guess which one flips out. I have been saving Bergman for when I was older but I don't think I will ever be old enough. I like the early ones that are more like a regular movie but this is the sort of thing that just makes me say, "What the hell is this even supposed to be?" and I end up feeling like a dope. I guess I kind of get it in a way, but it's not really what I am looking for in a movie. 3/10

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Movies

Mickey One (1965) Donna wanted to see this because her grandmother's second husband is the cafeteria owner who has two lines. A modernistic kind of thing that is not so much about the story as about something else. Elliptical dialog, strange things to see. I did enjoy seeing one of Tinguely's self-destroying art machines in action, and the big car crushing machinery. I guess if you think about it there is a lot going on in this movie underneath the vagueness and inconclusive events. Kind of the same deal as a Cassavetes film. If I watched it two or three more times I would probably become a bug on the subject and be talking about Mickey One all the time and telling everybody they HAVE to see it and it is the greatest movie ever made. I just have all kinds of space monster movies I need to get watched. 6/10