I had to read the comments on this site just to grasp what the h*** was going on here! I needn't have bothered: Even after reading the many seemingly coherent accounts of both the plot and the significance of this film, I have to admit that I still don't have the slightest glimmer of a notion as to what it was all about.
Perhaps 'Lynch-style exercise in random insanity' comes about as close as I can to summing up this preposterous piece of film-making.
It really isn't at all interesting to submit oneself to this typical modernist assault upon reason and sensibility - since obviously the experience of insanity and insensibility, when endured for some two hours, will be a powerfully degrading experience. You will just feel bad afterwards. The film is pure poison.
And, frankly, anyone who wittingly decides to expose themselves to something that is as hostile as this is to the art of communication has to be totally masochistic. The film doesn't attempt to seduce its audience: It just beats your head into an abstract, conceptual pulp! Nothing elegant, nothing deeply considered, just radical attitude.
What it most powerfully conveys to me, indeed, is a profound impatience with and hostility towards its audience. Perhaps in the land of the Corrida this kind of ultra-refined aesthetic violence is attractive. But I'm afraid this Northener (at least) just thinks it is all a load of old bull.
And yes, I do like challenging films!
Perhaps 'Lynch-style exercise in random insanity' comes about as close as I can to summing up this preposterous piece of film-making.
It really isn't at all interesting to submit oneself to this typical modernist assault upon reason and sensibility - since obviously the experience of insanity and insensibility, when endured for some two hours, will be a powerfully degrading experience. You will just feel bad afterwards. The film is pure poison.
And, frankly, anyone who wittingly decides to expose themselves to something that is as hostile as this is to the art of communication has to be totally masochistic. The film doesn't attempt to seduce its audience: It just beats your head into an abstract, conceptual pulp! Nothing elegant, nothing deeply considered, just radical attitude.
What it most powerfully conveys to me, indeed, is a profound impatience with and hostility towards its audience. Perhaps in the land of the Corrida this kind of ultra-refined aesthetic violence is attractive. But I'm afraid this Northener (at least) just thinks it is all a load of old bull.
And yes, I do like challenging films!