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John Waters – Mondo Trasho (1969)

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Mondo Trasho is a 1969 16mm mondo black comedy film by John Waters. The film stars Divine, Mary Vivian Pearce, David Lochary and Mink Stole. It contains very little dialogue, the story being told mostly through musical cues.

A few excerpts from 1000misspenthours.com:
” In the meantime, what we can do is to revisit the moment of transition between Waters essentially making movies on a lark with his reprobate friends and the Dreamland Studios team (as they called themselves) becoming serious about building careers in cinema on their own eccentric terms. That transition came with Mondo Trasho, Waters’s first feature-length film, and his first to receive any approximation of professional distribution. Mondo Trasho premiered, as usual, with a nine-showing engagement at the Emmanuel Church rental hall, but it was quickly picked up by the New York-based Film-Makers Cooperative as part of their fledgling effort to break into the distro business. The coop never managed to secure a booking in their home city, ironically enough, but they did send Mondo Trasho to Los Angeles. There it received a surprising amount of attention, getting reviewed by Variety, Show, and the Los Angeles Free Press. Andy Warhol’s Interview ran the official press release even though it was impossible to see the film on that magazine’s home turf. And Pauline Kael, of all people, namedropped Mondo Trasho in her New Yorker review of Federico Fellini’s Satyricon, of all places. Mondo Trasho had longer legs than the shorts, too. It was resurrected to serve as a supporting feature for Waters’s next film, Multiple Maniacs, and although the totally unlicensed score taken from its creator’s own record collection threatens to keep it permanently out of circulation on DVD, it was available in VHS release as recently as 1998. So while seeing Roman Candles would seem to require personally sweet-talking Waters into showing it to you, Mondo Trasho requires merely that you be format-flexible and know where to look.”

” Earlier in this review, I called Mondo Trasho a transitional movie, and like most works of an artist in transition, it displays features of both the period that is ending and the one that is about to begin. With its grown-up-movie length, its starring role for Divine, and its halfway-serious attempts to impose a unified narrative framework on what must surely have occurred to Waters first as a succession of unconnected set-pieces, it is unmistakably paving the way for the films that would establish Waters’s reputation in the 1970’s. In Mondo Trasho, one can plainly see the sensibility of Dreamland Studios’ classical era taking shape. That said, though, I find Mondo Trasho more interesting for its holdover aspects, for the hints that it gives of the unseen John Waters.”

“……Divine’s part of the movie, in contrast, only appears to be incoherent, random craziness. Take a close look at what happens during Mondo Trasho’s central hour. Divine enters the story as an embodiment of lust (naked hitchhiker), greed (shoplifting), and gluttony (just look at her), and the first thing she does is to nearly kill somebody through her sin-directed carelessness. But as soon as she takes it upon herself to help Mary Vivian Pearce (turning her back on the hitchhiker who had her so heated up while she’s at it), she earns the favor of the Virgin Mary, who intervenes twice on her behalf while she seeks aid for the victim of her negligence. And by refusing to flee the firefight in Dr. Coathanger’s waiting room without Pearce, Divine finally makes the ultimate sacrifice in her efforts to put things right— at which point she ascends bodily into Heaven like a trailer-trash saint. Divine’s story, in other words, is a crass parody of the redemption-and-martyrdom narratives so beloved of the Roman Catholic Church in which Waters was raised and educated. Now a vein of reaction against his Catholic upbringing runs through practically the whole Waters canon, but I know of no other film in his repertoire (except possibly Roman Candles, on which the jury must be reckoned out, given its continued unavailability) that places such intense and continuous focus on Catholic themes. It came as quite a shock when I realized that, for Mondo Trasho looks on its face like the least focused John Waters feature.”







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Russ Meyer – Beyond the Valley of the Dolls [+Extras] (1970)

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This film is a sequel in name only to Valley of the Dolls (1967). An all-girl rock band goes to Hollywood to make it big. There they find success, but luckily for us, they sink into a cesspool of decadence. This film has a sleeping woman performing on a gun which is in her mouth. It has women posing as men. It has lesbian sex scenes. It is also written by Roger Ebert, who had become friends with Russ Meyer after writing favorable reviews of several of his films.

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It’s deadpan-droll throughout (with at least as many highly quotable lines as Rocky Horror), cod-moralistic, carefully balanced between satire and melodrama, gratuitously focused on women with outsize breasts, and shot and edited with astonishing mastery. Much of Meyer’s film language, as Ebert points out, is redolent of ‘pure’ silent cinema: to-the-point storytelling and earnestly expressive performances, plus montage sequences worthy of Slavko Vorkapich.

— Tony Ryans, Sight & Sound




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“This is my happening, and it freaks me out,” is what Beyond the Valley of the Dolls’ freakiest cat playfully expostulates. Independent producer and public titillateur Russ Meyer’s first film to be bankrolled by a major motion picture studio was only one of two completely cracked, vandalizing-cinematic-vaults movies that 20th Century Fox financed in 1970 in an effort to recover from white elephantitis of the Hello, Dolly! kind. And both critically-drubbed misunderstood-masterpieces actually featured significant creative input from, wouldn’t you know, film critics. It’s hardly shocking that the films’ respective worth can practically be boiled down to the worth of said critics. Myra Breckinridge is a bloated gas, a cheerfully dumb movie that thinks it’s smart. The critic involved? Rex Reed, a man who, whether writing reviews that come off as society columns or shrieking “Where are my tits?” at the top of his lungs, always gives off the impression that he’s the only one in the room who didn’t really get the joke. Or that he might be the butt.

Roger Ebert, who wrote the screenplay to BVD well before winning a Pulitzer, may have collected some of his most “scathing” movie reviews in a collection titled I Hated, Hated, Hated This Movie, but I can hardly think of a less irascible critic. No critic grades so promiscuously toward the top of his rating scale (like Victoria Jackson on SNL pointing out that one star was still “pretty good”). Why, he even melted the iced buttercube in Vincent Gallo’s polluted mouth. Whereas pairing Michael Sarne and Rex Reed was like watching one kid tell another that a king beats a pair of queens, putting Ebert with Meyer turned the good-natured male gaze into a three-dimensional prospect. Maybe the overall geniality can be blamed on the fact that its target, Fox’s own original Valley of the Dolls, is perhaps one of the squarest, droopiest camp classics ever. (Even running on Aldrich autopilot, Agnes Moorhead could tap dance circles around Neely O’Hara’s bloodshot eyes.) One of the original Dolls’ characters famously sings, “Love is a flower that lives for an hour, then withers and dies.” Where do you go from there but up?

Meyer’s three buxom beauties head westward for their inevitable corruption. But corruption, in Meyer’s world, mostly boils down to not being able to perform in bed to the standards of your chesty partner (especially if you happen to be a family executor trying to cheat a distant niece out of her rightful inheritance). Or pretending to be a boy so that no one will find out that you’re really a (gasp!) flat-chested woman. Meyer and Ebert’s crucial spin on Jacqueline Susann’s archetype is that women are the undisputed champions of the universe: they run shit, and if there’s any deflowering to be done on their person, at least they remain in charge of their own debasement. In one quietly show-stopping sequence, Edy Williams’s pneumatic porn star Ashley St. Ives stands on a beach, straddling her dewy, inadequate sexual conquest, and Meyer’s P.O.V. shot of her curvy figure towering against the night sky brings visions of the 50 Foot Woman. Both Dolls movies are sexually reactionary movies in the way they hand over the reigns to the opposite sex (Susann to fags like Ted Casablanca, Meyer and Ebert to the collective areola). But at least in Beyond everyone’s having a good time. As his overactive jump cuts prove, Meyer directs films as though he’s perpetually on the cusp of a fantastic orgasm.

At least until the strangely touched-in-the-head climax, that is, when Beyond really earns its stripes as a full-on freak-out. Referencing the Manson Family murders would be bad enough in the context of the rest of the film. Harm to oneself isn’t harm at all, as the hilarity of the mid-film suicide attempt (accompanied by Wild E. Coyote sound effects) proves. Harm to others is another scene entirely. But referencing Manson’s atrocities when the film you’re satirizing actually starred one of his victims? That freaks me out. At the same time, the ending also serves as a Kent State-esque coda to the ‘60s and the beginning of a nightmare in the same way that the Village People’s Can’t Stop The Music celebrated the “promise” of a brave, new, gay 1980s by dancing to “the music of the future.” Retrospect is a beautiful lens through which to view camp, maybe the only lens. Well, in the case of Russ Meyer films, retrospect and an expensive pair of peeping binoculars.

— Eric Henderson, Slant Magazine





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Marguerite Duras – Jaune le soleil (1971)

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Adapted from Duras’ Abahn Sabana David.

Jaune le soleil est un film de Marguerite Duras sorti en 1972, adapté de son roman Abahn Sabana David.

Tout le film se passe dans une seule pièce où sont réunis les représentants des deux forces politiques et leur ennemi “le juif”. Un personnage féminin établit le dialogue entre ces individus et commente l’idéologie de chacun ; ceci jusqu’à la scène finale où chacun semble se rallier à une idée commune.

Note de tournage :
“Il faudrait que le film donne l’impression d’avoir été tourné sans électricité, que tout effet de lumière en soit complètement banni. Que tout le film baigne dans une lumière uniforme qui n’avantage aucun personnage. Que ce soit la même lumière pour tous. C’est un film sur la parole, l’image ici sert à porter la parole. .(…) Ici c’est la parole qui tient lieu de contact corporel, ainsi que les bruits, les cris des chiens, le bruit des mots….” Cahiers du cinéma n° 400 Octobre 1987





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Robert Fischer – The Cinema and its Double – Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s ‘Despair’ Revisited (2011)

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This absolutely top-notch documentary by Robert Fischer is a fascinating look back at not just the film in question, but Fassbinder’s meteoric career which ended all too soon with his untimely death. Archival footage of Fassbinder is utilized (including several fascinating snippets culled from interviews he did at the disastrous Cannes premiere of Despair), as well as many others involved in the film and its release. Even if you’re not a particular fan of Despair, or even in fact of Fassbinder, this is stellar documentary filmmaking and is an intriguing look at one of the most enigmatic masters of the New German Cinema.






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Iván Zulueta – Arrebato AKA Rapture (1979)

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Madrid,1980. Jose Sirgado, a labouring bohemian b-movie filmmaker finishes editing the sequel to a previous film. Visibly displeased he journeys home to his girlfriend strung out on heroin. After attempting to tidy his home and taking some heroin himself he opens a mail package from an old acquaintance Pedro P. containing a reel of super-8 film, a cassette tape and a key to his apartment. Watching the film and listening to the accompanying tape on which Pedro talks through the pair’s first meeting, their ensuing friendship and how he developed an addiction to filmmaking, notably recording himself in bed as he reached a state of rapture induced by the camera manifested in a series of flashbacks. As Pedro’s gravelly voice over wears on it becomes clear that his camera has taken on a vampiric life of its own absorbing its subjects and ultimately erasing them from the real world. Pedro’s final recording informs Jose of his suspected fate and informs him to visit his apartment where he too is absorbed by the camera.

— Matt Henshaw








Review:
A genuine cult title, Zulueta’s deeply eccentric, brooding and mysterious underground oddity was a significant early influence on Almodóvar while remaining barely known outside Spain. A hallucinatory, claustrophobic examination of the secret potency of film itself, it enters the disorienting world of a young film-maker who discovers his camera has a feature he’d never imagined. Taking one right back to those great ’70s mood movies, it’s a singular treat.

— Time Out

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Rachel Talalay – Tank Girl (1995)

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Based on a popular British cult comic book, this film is the story of a futuristic feminist superhero and her fight to preserve the environment against an evil government bureaucracy. The action is set in the year 2033, after an ecological disaster of drought and pollution has ravaged the countryside, and water is scarce. Tank Girl (Lori Petty) is a sassy punker who has her own vintage tank in tow, along with other high-tech weapons. Her mutant friends join her in bizarre battles against the corporate-statist Department of Water and Power and its villainous chief, Kesslee (Malcolm McDowell). At stake is the world’s water supply, which the Department is hoarding and which the rebels frequently raid. Rock star Iggy Pop has a cameo as Rat Face, one of the half-human, half-kangaroo Rippers. Courtney Love coordinated the post-punk soundtrack.






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Joseph Strick – Road Movie (1974)

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“This cult favorite from one of cinema’s richest eras, directed by Academy Award-winning director Joseph Strick, stars Barry Bostwick (The Rocky Horror Picture Show) and Robert Drivas (Cool Hand Luke) delivering bravura performances as a pair of brutish truck drivers who pick up a prostitute on a trip across America. Regina Baff (The Paper Chase) tears at the heart as the beaten and furious hooker who exchanges her body for a ride to New York, only to be further abused. Rejected and scorned, she becomes determined to seek revenge.” – DVD packaging copy

Story
When a couple of thuggish truck drivers are making the fast run across the United States, they pick up a damaged prostitute as a diversion. When she offers her body in exchange for the journey to New York, the abused hooker begins to experience even more of the degradation she was trying to escape. Soon, however, her feelings of self-pity evolve into plans of revenge.

IMDB Reviews
“Gritty seventies flick has all the hallmarks of the era that make it so great when compared to today’s franchised McMovies; excellent performances, gritty characterisation and overall gritty downbeat feel. I found this film to be constantly engaging and intriguing with it’s meandering plot taking the viewer on a journey not dissimilar to the film’s protaganists. ROAD MOVIE is in a micro genre all by itself and is a fascinating glimpse into the darkside of the truckies’ world. The perfs by all three leads are excellent,with Regina Baff a standout as the unstable and unpredictable hooker with a heart of molten lead. The script is solid and the characterisations are full of ambiguity and subtlety. How refreshing to see a flick where the characters aren’t cliched cutouts. Cinematography is gritty and portrays the ever changing American landscape as a post apocalyptic wasteland. At times I felt as if I were watching a low key science fiction movie. ROAD MOVIE is an excellent antidote to anyone burnt out by the soulless franchised marketing -driven fx reels that pass for cinema in the current climate.” – Author: geoffh from Auckland, New Zealand

“The drive-in’s redneck trucker genre gets the art house treatment in this intense, grungy 70’s obscurity. Two novice independent truck drivers pick up the wrong passenger. Surreal, somewhat supernatural and soaking in sexual politics that are definitely up for heated debate. There’s a lot going on here, especially with it’s subtle depiction of independent business vs. corporate giants and unions. This is independent film as it was and should be. Essential.” – Author: blackxmas from georgia



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Marguerite Duras – India Song (1975)

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Poetical tale of Anne-Marie Stretter, the wife of a French diplomat in India in the 1930s. At 18 she had married a French colonial administrator and went with him on posting to Savannakhet, Laos. There she met her second husband who took her away and for 17 years they lived in various locations in Asia. Now in Calcutta, she takes lovers to relieve the boredom in her life. Told in a highly visual style with little dialogue but a constant voice-over narrative by the different characters.






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Jean Rollin – Les démoniaques aka Demoniacs aka Curse of the Living Dead (1974)

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Jean Rollin’s surreal pirate film takes place on land amidst the skeletons of beached and plundered ships, the legacy of a cutthroat band of “wreckers” who lure ships into the shallows. When a pair of survivors, young girls glowing in white nightgowns, wander through the shallows seeking help from the merry quartet, they are summarily molested, beaten, and left for dead. Like in many of Rollin’s films, the story doesn’t make much narrative sense–the girls escape to the haunted ruins where a woman in clown makeup cares for them and a mysterious magician gives them the power to take their revenge in return for sex–but the logic takes on a dreamlike quality appropriate to the gorgeous and bizarre imagery. In a strange tavern adorned with skeletons (and a man playing with a Dracula doll!), the Captain is haunted by visions of the girls as white-faced specters. A search for the girls amidst the rotting hulls of old ships culminates in a fiery inferno that burns spectacularly against the night sky. Meanwhile well-endowed costar Joëlle Coeur strips at the slightest suggestion, frolics and bounces on a bed, and runs around the beach topless while hunting the girls. Rollin’s strange little film, a ghost story without ghosts, rambles on a little too long before it culminates in a self-destructive frenzy and ends on a sad, serene note.

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Following La Rose De Fer’s lead of abandoning the Vampire genre he was most known for, The Demoniacs tells a simple but effective tale of a band of rogue pirates who are haunted by a couple of lost young girls they raped and murdered in the film’s opening scenes. Part ghost story, part erotic adventure with bits of dark comedy thrown in for good measure, the self proclaimed ‘Expressionist’ film The Demoniacs is quite unlike anything else in Rollin’s filmography, and yet it is undeniably a Jean Rollin movie.

A failure at the time, The Demoniacs has become one of Jean Rollin’s most popular films, with several images of lead actress Joëlle Coeur taken from the work becoming some of the most representative of Rollin’s career. Truthfully though, The Demoniacs was a plagued production (that Rollin would mention in Encore’s booklet actually caused him to go into the hospital due to exhaustion for a two week stay after shooting wrapped) and the fact that it came out so well is a tribute to Rollin’s vision and artistic merit more than anything else.




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Jorge Mautner – O Demiurgo AKA The Demiurge (1972)

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A colorful feature film that mixes exile with the figure of the poet Rimbaud and the feminist revolution. “It’s super-intellectual. A fable-musical-philosophical-chanchada”, Mautner says. He also affirms that the work focuses a lot on the longing for Brazil, on the will that the exiled had to return to their homeland. The idea came from conversations between the musician and his old father, “always talking about the pre-Socratics”, he recalls. Glauber Rocha states that “The Demiurge” is the best film “of” and “about” exile.



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Never a card-carrying member of the Tropicálists, writer/musician/filmmaker Jorge Mautner still had a moon-like influence on Caetano Veloso and is mentioned in the same breath as artist Hélio Oiticica, poet Augusto de Campos, director Glauber Rocha and designer Rogerio Duarte as one of the movement’s spiritual forefathers.
It was Mautner’s trilogy of novels, the Mythology of Kaos, as well as his song “Radioatividade,” about the Third World War, which caused Mautner to be labelled a dangerous Trotskyist subversive and his name included in the National Security Law. He went into political exile and in London met up with Veloso and Gil, where he filmed O Demiurgo, a low-budget feature film starring Veloso in the title role and Gil as Pan. – Jez Smadja




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Stanley Kubrick – A Clockwork Orange (1971)

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Twenty-five years on from its release, A Clockwork Orange has lost none of its power to shock and outrage. In this near-future setting the outlets for teenage enthusiasm are few and far between. Disenchanted, youths form ritualistic gangs, fight battles and engage in vandalism. Alex DeLarge (Malcolm McDowell) is the leader of just such a group, marked out by their preferences for phallic masks and boiler suits. His select followers (known as droogs) are Dim (Warren Clark), Georgie (James Marcus) and Pete (Michael Tarn). On a typical evening they’ll stop by the Korova for some milk-plus, to sharpen them up, before venturing into the urban jungle. On this particular night they don’t have to travel far for a spot of “ultraviolence”; a rival gang are about to force a bit of the “old in-out” on a helpless young devotchka (girl). For the pure love of violence they decimate their rivals.

Such easy-pickings are unsatisfying though, as illustrated by their mechanical but vicious beating of an elderly tramp (Paul Farrell). Picking up a sleek looking Durango 95, Alex indulges in an extended game of road-hog along the country lanes and ends up by an isolated house. Unfortunately for writer Frank Alexander (Patrick Magee), this is to be the high-point of their night of terrorization. To the tune of “Singing in the Rain”, they brutally beat him and gang-rape his wife (Adrienne Corri), who later expires from her injuries. Finally satiated, it’s back to the Korova for a night-cap. A chance encounter happens to reveal Alex’s autocratic control of his comrades, though it seems that he is capable of assuaging any dissension.

The only drawback of this nocturnal pillaging is that it leaves Alex too exhausted to attend school. His parents are easily put off from asking too many awkward questions but Alex has less luck with his juvenile officer Mr. Deltoid (Aubrey Morris). He understands the malicious mind of Alex only too well, intuitively realising that he’s the sort of delinquent who considers himself untouchable. However, while this might hold true for the impotent forces of authority, the weak link in this logic are Alex’s droogs. They want more control, higher earnings and less picking on Dim, so Alex had better watch his step (else he’ll be sent down for a long time indeed).

This is an astounding piece of film-making which dazzles, disturbs and succeeds in achieving a very difficult result. By the end of A Clockwork Orange we are manipulated into cheering for Alex, despite his brutal and amoral nature. He is a victim at the mercy of an uncaring society, condemned to the physically unbearable “aversion therapy” and preyed upon by his former targets. By itself his treatment induces revulsion, but it’s as a reflection of the times (where the negation of personality is applauded) that this imagery strikes deepest. Anthony Burgess’ book cleverly indicts humanity and its herd instincts, but it’s only through Kubrick’s clarifying (and simplifying) adaptation that the true visceral horror bursts forth.

McDowell, as the mixed-up Alex, gives a gripping performance as both narrator and actor. The disparate sides of his character, the aesthete and the misanthrope, form an unwieldy balance. Every sign indicates that he should be crushed yet, inevitably, we care for him and snatch at the faintest glimmer of hope. When compared to such a strong central figure the remaining roles are destined to be somewhat in the shade, yet they are all convincingly drawn (though the victims are portrayed ambiguously). Mr. Alexander is eager to help (and use) young Alex, when he doesn’t know who he is, yet as soon as the realisation dawns, he’s happy to search for revenge at the same base level. Of course, the irony is that he wouldn’t be having these urges (wonderfully acted though they are) had chance not brought Alex and his droogs visiting in the first place.

The element which elevates A Clockwork Orange above similar films is its bizarre juxtaposition of music (often classical) with violence. Images and sound pull in different directions, stimulating conflicting emotions (as Kubrick no doubt intended). On top of this, the profusion of erotic symbols forms a not very subtle subtext, taking in everything from the objet d’art murder weapon to the feverish coupling of medical staff. Kubrick filters all of this through camera trickery (slow-motion, unusual angles, fish-eye lens etc), heightening rather than subduing emotion. It’s easy to see why A Clockwork Orange has divided critics – it’s extremely graphic and unsettling. However, this isn’t a movie which will change nations and for Kubrick to continue to ban the film in Britain is perverse, hypocritical and disappointing.







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Derek Jarman – Jubilee (1978)

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Punks hail Britannia in their own peculiar way in this little-seen gem by the late queer auteur

Jubilee (1978), Britain’s only decent punk film, still isn’t respected at home as much as it should be, and it remains pretty obscure everywhere else. Instead, we had to wait for Trainspotting (1996) to represent some sort of renaissance in “cool” British cinema. Yet, even though it is almost 20 years older, Jubilee makes Trainspotting’s self-congratulatory, CD tie-in antics look like a polite Edinburgh garden party.

Jubilee is the most important British film of the late ’70s. Okay, it faced little competition at the time – just a weak trickle of ill-conceived co-productions, third-rate softcore, and the usual heritage and nostalgia. Next to those, Jubilee, then as now, stands out like a sore thumb. And although it strikes parallels with the earlier A Clockwork Orange, Jubilee is impulsive where that film is measured, raw where it is stylized, and unrestrained where Kubrick is exacting. What’s more, in a lethargic and conservative industry that had been defeated by tax and underfunding, Jubilee was the only British film of its time advancing an unabashed social critique.

Directed by the uncompromising Derek Jarman, Jubilee, however, seems less like Jarman’s vision than one of a punk cinema collective: it could have feasibly been made by Paul Morrissey on an Andy Warhol sabbatical (and would have been preferable to The Hound of the Baskervilles, the misfiring British romp he did make, for no apparent reason, the year before). Similarly, the film has echoes of John Waters, Russ Meyer, and, fittingly for Jarman (who designed The Devils), Ken Russell. As such, it is quite a unique experience.

From the 1950s, rock and pop music had impacted on film in Britain just as it had in the US. By the early 1970s, there was a plethora of British films either devoted to pop bands (Slade in Flame), derived from their work (Tommy), or fictionally charting the muddy waters of pop success (Stardust, That’ll Be the Day). It seemed odd, then, that by 1978 no other British film, mainstream or indie, had harnessed the anarchic and unsettling impact of the punk movement in a contemporary setting, despite the fact that punk was by then the most visible and provocative aspect of the British music scene. No doubt it was punk’s precisely anti-pop stance that dictated this; nevertheless, the movement’s sordid and defiant embrace of all things offensive, nihilistic, and anti-establishment was an area that was ripe for creative exploration, and should have been further mined.

Jubilee isn’t a punk music film, but music permeates it, albeit somewhat inconsequentially. Regardless of that, punk was about attitude more than anything else. The onus of representation of “British punk cinema,” then, largely rests on three projects: Jubilee; several feet of the potentially fascinating, abandoned Russ Meyer/Sex Pistols project Who Killed Bambi?; and the Sex Pistols’ self-satisfied but disappointing documentary The Great Rock n’ Roll Swindle (1979). A few other low-budget films that celebrated punk music to varying degrees followed, from the limply pyrotechnical Breaking Glass (1980) to The Clash’s Rude Boy (1980), but, like a lot of British films, these seemed outdated even when they were released.

Responding to the Queen’s Silver Jubilee celebrations in 1977 (it’s a shame it didn’t come out simultaneously), Jubilee takes customary punk anti-Royalism and anti-establishmentarianism to its extreme. It has a tasteless and dangerous vibrancy that would have been genuinely shocking to bourgeois sensibilities at the time. But there’s little chance it would have been seen by the audience it would have offended most. Not until 1986, on its late-night British TV premiere, did it start to upset its targets; by then it was too late.

As far as the film’s narrative can be explained, it follows Queen Elizabeth I (Jenny Runacre) as she is transported from the 16th century to observe a bleak, broken-down Britain of the near-future (a landscape that adequately, if conveniently, represents the declining Britain of the 1970s). There she finds Elizabeth II dead (mugged on some waste ground); violence and anarchy reigning on the streets; history being rewritten by subversive revisionists; and Buckingham Palace, now under the control of the blind megalomaniac Borgia Ginz (the unhinged Jack Birkett), serving as a recording studio for punk musicians.

A gang of misfits, with names like Crabs, Chaos, and Amyl Nitrate, teetering on the edge of this unstructured music scene and led by their own topless Monarch, Bod (Jenny Runacre again), take part in gang bangs, casual murder, and all sorts of nasty behaviour. They suffocate a postcoital lad with a polythene sheet for a laugh. They attack a waitress in her own café and cover her in ketchup. They walk around naked and tattoo each other with a carving knife, sealing the wounds with salt. It’s all decidedly un-British.

The film, however, is both much less and much more than a tale of violent, directionless, deviant misfits: it cannot be contextualised as a “story” with “characters” because it eschews any representation of human qualities in favour of a sexualised mass of violence and anarchy. It is stark, blunt, and looks increasingly unsophisticated in its attempts to shock. However, precisely for these reasons, Jubilee encapsulates the ethics of effective punk cinema. Like Morrissey’s Trash(1970) and most of John Waters’ 1970s films, there is an outrageous, permissive abandon that serves to upset and unnerve the conventional cinemagoer. The characters could have emerged from a contemporary Carrollesque nightmare: they are unrestrained, unpredictable, volatile. And the cast is fascinating. Like Waters’ repertory company – Divine, Mink Stole, et al. – they are uninhibited and often prefer shouting to acting. Jenny Runacre had appeared in Pasolini’s The Canterbury Tales (1971); Little Nell (aka Nell Campbell) was already something of a midnight icon from The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975); a young Adam Ant, two years before British pop success, wanders amiably through the film; and Toyah Willcox, also two years before her short-lived postpunk, teenybop chart reign, scowls and swears as Mad, and is striking with a head of shaved ginger (she now presents religious and travel programmes on BBC TV). The late Ian Charleson, three years away from “respectability” and “prestige” in Chariots of Fire, is also here, shamelessly naked. He later tried to deny he’d ever been in the movie.

Where Jubilee differs from, say, John Waters’ films is in Jarman’s reluctance to play up the humour: like a confrontational BBC TV play, the film seems more concerned with shocking the serious-minded. Its moments of “political” satire are generally more nasty than funny and may have benefited from Waters’ more ironic approach. Still, punk in Britain was never as amusing as it was in the U.S.: perhaps Jarman thought jokes would have diminished the shocks.

Ultimately, Jubilee is not pure Jarman: it is riotous rather than deliberate in its subversiveness, and it celebrates bi- and heterosexual promiscuity rather than homoeroticism (which is significant, given the rest of Jarman’s oeuvre). Increasingly, the film seems like an anomaly in both Jarman’s career and in the history of British cinema. For that reason, though, it will always be important.







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Christopher Maclaine – The End (1953)

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Description from Beat Cinema
The End is in six numbered sections, each separated by long stretches of darkness during which Maclaine speaks directly to the audience. Each of the sections is a tale of a different person on the last day of his or her life. The characters in the first three sections meet their end either through random acts of violence or suicide (none depicted graphically), after which Maclaine (in dark humor mode) acknowledges that the audience may not yet be identifying with his characters (“These people are all violent!”). The characters in the second half seem to meet their end through a large-scale disaster, unspecified in Maclaine’s narration but undoubtedly the atomic explosion shown at the beginning and end of the film. The two halves of the film are bridged by Maclaine’s narrator, who equates the self-destruction of the first three characters with a complacent world awaiting “the grand suicide of the human race.” The finale of the film is the end of the world as Maclaine imagines it might look, set to the tune of Beethoven’s ninth symphony – presaging Stanley Kubrick, who would also juxtapose an atomic explosion with ironically uplifting music in Dr. Strangelove a decade later. The End is not just a stern warning, but a prophecy of absolute doom – Maclaine seems to have believed the world was ending before his very eyes, and the eyes of his audience.

That’s the basic structure of the film – the details are another matter altogether. Each of the stories is constantly interrupted by discordant images: shots of arms flexing, pigeons flying or flocked together on the ground, mannequins, dancing feet, a street person lying on a sidewalk, flowers, crashing waves. Very few of the images relate in a directly metaphorical way to the action on screen – instead they only reveal their importance gradually as the film moves from story to story. Meanwhile the action on screen is often edited to create a sense of frustration and helpless repetition: one character runs endlessly through the streets, another repeatedly puts a gun to his head and pulls it away, another approaches a house, but the footage of his approach is edited in jump-cut style so he never seems to reach it. Meanwhile, the narrator doubles back on his stories, starting and suddenly stopping them, repeatedly uses the phrase “for reasons we know nothing about,” insists that he “know[s] no more about this story than you do.” It’s like walking on a tightrope, under the constant threat of vertigo.

The End was first shown in San Francisco in October 1953. It’s not hard to imagine how chaotic the film must have looked to contemporary audiences. In a letter published in Film Culture in 1963, Stan Brakhage, who was at the premiere, articulated the complexity of the crowd’s reaction that night:

“[The] audience was about as restless, and occasionally hysterical with laughter, as I’ve ever seen as American audience get; but I knew even then that what touched-off the audience was the absolute uniqueness of the film and that it laughed just to the extent that the film extends an almost unbearable love to the eyes AND ears of the viewing world…I marveled that Christopher Maclaine had made such a gesture without once, visually or audioly [sic], covering himself in shields of intellectual protect-and-pretensions, that he had been willing and able EVEN THEN to gesture in a way he must have known would be open to the worst, most painful, laughter if even 2 dozen members of the audience chose to vent their embarrassment by making the gesture seem foolish.”






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Joe Dante – The Movie Orgy (1968)

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A compilation film designed to evoke nostalgia for the shared entertainment experiences of early baby boomers, “The Movie Orgy” includes clips from television programs and B-movies of the 1950s and 1960s, as well as commercials, music clips, newsreels, blooper outtakes, satiric short films and promotional and government films. The effect is something like a simulation of a lazy Saturday of channel surfing or a long double (or triple) matinee at the movies. The film is primarily structured around extended clips from Attack of the 50 Foot Woman (1958) and Speed Crazy (1959); as it progresses, segments primarily culled from about a dozen other films and programs are increasingly intercut to create the effect of a single disjointed story in which numerous monsters and assorted social menaces seem to inflict themselves simultaneously on various American cities and towns. This principal focus is occasionally interrupted by commercial breaks and other assorted side features. (IMDB, Written by scgary66)








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Nick Broomfield – Heidi Fleiss: Hollywood Madam (1995)

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Synopsis:
A documentary crew from the BBC arrives in L.A. intent on interviewing Heidi Fleiss, a year after her arrest for running a brothel but before her trial. Several months elapse before the interview, so the crew searches for anyone who’ll talk about the young woman. Two people have a lot to say to the camera: a retired madam named Alex for whom Fleiss once worked and Fleiss’s one-time boyfriend, Ivan Nagy, who introduced her to Alex. Alex and Nagy don’t like each other, so the crew shuttles between them with “she said” and “he said.” When they finally interview Fleiss, they spend their time reciting what Alex and Nagy have had to say and asking her reaction.

Review:
eidi Fleiss’ business was no General Motors, but maybe she wielded enough power in Hollywood to deserve a documentary that recalls “Roger and Me.”

So Nick Broomfield’s “Heidi Fleiss: Hollywood Madam” is a lively, bawdy, bizarrely fascinating first-person chronicle of Mr. Broomfield’s efforts to track her down.

Interviewing prostitutes and pornographers, Mr. Broomfield immerses himself so tirelessly in the hunt for Ms. Fleiss that he initially raises questions of journalistic integrity, not to mention an eyebrow or two.

When the filmmaker heads for Ms. Fleiss’ favorite bars, conducts motel room interviews or approaches a streetwalker (who threatens to spit on his camera), he appears to be showing several shades more investigative zeal than the subject warrants.

But Mr. Broomfield, an accomplished documentary film maker whose last profiles were of Margaret Thatcher and the serial killer Aileen Wuornos, winds up justifying his interest in Ms. Fleiss and her world.

Exploring the strange subculture of pimps, thugs and high rollers that nourished Ms. Fleiss and her entrepreneurial instincts, the film exposes a story that is pure Hollywood. Everyone seen here is obsessed with illusion. Everyone cares more about keeping up appearances than about telling the truth.

And, as Mr. Broomfield makes clear by handing out $100 bills to those willing to talk on camera – including former Los Angeles Police Chief Darryl Gates – everyone here is for sale.

(In answer to a question, Mr. Gates explains patiently that the Los Angeles Police Department tried to arrest clients as well as prostitutes. “Then why didn’t you arrest your brother for being with prostitutes,” Mr. Broomfield asks pleasantly, “particularly as he was a police officer at the time?”)

“Heidi Fleiss: Hollywood Madam” – made for the BBC, shown last fall on Cinemax – reveals Mr. Broomfield to be much craftier than he first appears. Seen driving through Los Angeles and trying to solicit interviews via his car phone, he seems hopelessly overmatched.

The people he seeks are tough customers, like Madam Alex and Ivan Nagy, the two alleged mentors who helped Ms. Fleiss early in her career and later came to regret it. Like many of the people Mr. Broomfield approaches, they take stock of his milquetoast manner and underestimate him. Big mistake.

“You want me to be fully descriptive?” asks Victoria Sellers, Peter Sellers’ daughter and Ms. Fleiss’ accomplice and ex-friend. “I’m unclear; you sure?” Yes, Mr. Broomfield encourages his subjects to be as blunt as they choose (very), but he’s not after sordid details or the names in Ms. Fleiss’ notorious black book.

Instead, “Heidi Fleiss: Hollywood Madam” tries to understand Ms. Fleiss herself. From Madam Alex’s casual insults (dismissing the young Heidi as “a little groupie”) to Fleiss home movies of the middle-class family watching the birth of Heidi’s baby brother, the film collects a wide range of clues to Ms. Fleiss’ motives.

One of its chattier sources is Mr. Nagy, Ms. Fleiss’ sometime lover, who presents himself as a successful businessman. (He is now marketing a pornographic CD-ROM about Ms. Fleiss’ hookers. Mr. Broomfield also includes glimpses of a grotesquely violent Nagy-directed porn film in which the victim is a whore named Heidi.)

Mr. Nagy’s comments unwittingly reveal a love-hate relationship with Ms. Fleiss, made even more tortured by the possibility that he helped get her into trouble with the police.

Mr. Nagy manages to seem an even more sinister and peculiar figure than Madam Alex, who died last year. He laughs off talk of drugs, violence and pimping, though he eventually grows angry enough to turn on Mr. Broomfield. (“You’re a rube and a philistine,” Mr. Nagy tells him. “You’re an idiot. You’re not in the club.”)

At another point, Mr. Nagy cheerfully sells the film maker a home movie of himself that, he says, shows “a very nice emotional interaction between two people.” This consists of Mr. Nagy coaxing Ms. Fleiss to take her clothes off and Ms. Fleiss teasingly suggesting that he displays symptoms of venereal disease.

So where, in this morass, is Ms. Fleiss herself? She refuses Mr. Broomfield’s attentions at first, even after he sneaks into the clothing store she owns carrying a hidden camera. Later on, thinking he has talked her into an interview, he returns there to find Ms. Fleiss being interviewed by a Los Angeles television station.

“They’re doing a documentary,” Ms. Fleiss explains to the woman from the Los Angeles station. “They want to film me right in the middle of my trial. Crazy, huh?”

“I’d probably be in my house with the covers over my head,” says the woman, who already has her Heidi sound bite.

Mr. Broomfield erupts, waving his BBC microphone at the one from Channel 5. “Just ’cause you’ve got a number on yours and I haven’t got a number on mine? This is the voice of reason here? I’ve devoted six months of my life to this!”

“Six months?” says the woman from Channel 5. She is incredulous. “To . . . Heidi?”

But it pays off, and long before Ms. Fleiss finally agrees to speak. Blunt, flirty and obviously frightened by her legal troubles, she speaks of running a prostitution business as if, in Hollywood, it were a sensible adjunct to many other Hollywood business operations.

One of her most telling anecdotes is of being paid $40,000 a night to do little more than play Scheherezade to a jaded client.

“You’ve got to be well compensated for that kind of stuff,” she shrugs. “It’s hard to do, to keep that going for a couple of hours.” She may have been, among other things, the best actress in town.

— Janet Maslin (New York Times)







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Roberto Faenza – Escalation (1968)

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Synopsis:

‘1968, London. Luca, the son of an Italian rich owner, is living his ‘swinging’ years away from duties and responsibilities while his father wants him to be introduced to the family business at any cost. Luca is first forced to return to Italy, then he is kidnapped by his father’s collaborators, jailed into a sanitarium, put through the electroshock and other torments. Then, when ‘normalized’ Luca marries a woman who in reality is a psychologist paid by his father to brainwash him and turn him into a perfect businessman.’
– davide







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Zbynek Brynych – Die Weibchen AKA Femmine carnivore AKA The Females (1970)

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Synopsis:

‘Eve is an overworked secretary who has been sent to take a cure in the institution of Doctor Barbara in the remote town of Bad Marein. Upon her arrival and during the following days Eve notices the complete absence of men except for the overweight groundskeeper Adam and the town’s head of police.
When a group of three man make their way to the town and into the arms of the many females of the sanatorium Eve has a terrible thought. Because one of them does not show up the next morning the suspects the inmates being responsible for the murder.
As Eve enters the hallway of the sanitarium after the ruckus downstairs – three man have been celebrating with the other “patients” – has died down. At the end other end of the hallway she sets eyes on the corpse of one of the man who has been stabbed with the knife still in his back. Shocked by the ghastly sight Eve runs through the other corridors which are suitably red lit making her way to someone in charge, someone who can help her. In the end, she and the doctors must discover the body is no longer there, no trace of any murder or crime can be found leading back to the questioning of Eve’s mind.’
– Rouven Linnarz





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Elisabeta Bostan – Ma-ma AKA Rock’n Roll Wolf (1976)

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IMDB:
An enchanting film combining beautiful costumes, fun music and excellent ballet performance
5 March 2005 | by (natalivogue@yahoo.com) (United Kingdom)

I saw this film as a child in a small town cinema in Soviet Union, was completely mesmerised by it and since then was looking for it everywhere. Finally, we managed to get a video from Romania. I was so happy. It’s an enchanting, original, musical fairy-tale with a bit of rock’n’roll. The costumes and the music are Romanian indeed, but there are also wonderful Russian actors in main roles. I especially love Mihail Boyarski as the bad guy – the Wolf. There’s also a ballet performance from Bolshoi, and beautiful ballet on ice from Moscow. The film just has so much beauty and energy in it. I recommend it to all children and their parents. Unforgettable experience!



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Ulrike Ottinger – Johanna D’Arc of Mongolia (1989)

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Asian warriors take a group of Western women hostage and bring them to their all-female village, leading to a culture clash.

Women Make Movies wrote:

Ulrike Ottinger’s epic adventure traces a fantastic encounter between two different worlds. Seven western women travelers meet aboard the sumptuous, meticulously reconstructed Trans-Siberian Express, a rolling museum of European culture. Lady Windemere, an elegant ethnographer played by the incomparable Delphine Seyrig in her last screen role, regales a young companion with Mongol myths and lore while other passengers-a prim tourist (Irm Hermann), a brash Broadway chanteuse and an all-girl klezmer trio-revel in campy dining car cabaret. Suddenly ambushed by a band of Mongol horsewomen, the company is abducted to the plains of Inner Mongolia and embark on a fantastic camel ride across the magnificent countryside. Breathtaking vistas, the lavish costumes of Princess Ulun Iga and her retinue, and the rituals of Mongol life are stunningly rendered by Ottinger’s cinematography. Dubbed a female Lawrence of Arabia and just as sweepingly romantic, JOHANNA D’ARC OF MONGOLIA is a grandly entertaining, unforgettable journey.








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Harmony Korine – Gummo [+extras] (1997)

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