Monday Movies: An Experiment Too Far
Movies watched in the past week:
- M. — continuing in my recent Weimar Germany kick, this movie is apparently the first instance of a serial killer in cinema. Though much more enjoyable than Fritz Lang’s more famous work, Metropolis, this movie basically didn’t seem to know yet what to do with its material. The idea of the criminals going after the child-killer was great, the use of the beggars to track him was great, etc., but somehow it didn’t come together, most likely because of the lack of focus on the most fascinating element in any serial killer film: i.e., the serial killer. This could be great if remade well — The Girlfriend and I suggest Audiard as the director.
- The Holy Mountain — when I said I planned to use Jesus movies in my New Testament course, a colleague mentioned this so many times I finally had to see it. It is essentially the Platonic form of avant garde film. It has more nudity than Eyes Wide Shut, and it features the Jesus character shitting into a glass jar, with the feces subsequently being cooked on camera. The first two thirds were really remarkable, but kind of like what happens with SNL-type comedies, the felt need to have some kind of plot resolution by the end ruined the last third. The pan out at the end to show that the whole thing was just a movie was extremely heavy-handed, but of course the movie was designed to be watched while on acid.
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