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Les lèvres rouges/ Daughters of Darkness (Harry Kümel, Belgium, 1971).

There was a whole Delphine Seyrig strand at Ritrovato. I’d already seen most of them. But this was a marvellous discovery. Lesbianism is almost a feature of horror films of a certain vintage but rarely as elegantly combined as here: a classic. Seyrig plays a Hungarian Countess, Elizabeth Báthory, made up to recall Dietrich, who arrives to a hotel ,in Ostend, out of season and mostly empty, with her maid Ilona(Andrea Rau), styled to resemble Louise Brooks. The porter tells the Countess  they met forty years earlier but she looks still the same. She tells him it was probably her mother, though the audience is quickly made aware that there’s a legend about her namesake drinking the blood of virgins to keep young, one dating from the middle ages, and that police are currently carrying a whole bunch of dead bodies to the morgue. At the hotel they find a pair of newly-weds – Stefan (John Chirlton) and Valerie (Danielle Ouimet) who can’t keep their hands off each other. He’s from an aristocratic family and is delaying introducing his bride to mother, probably because mother is shown to be a man eating orchids. The Countess is set on seducing Valerie, and part of the seduction is showing her what a violent, brutish, sexist pig her husband is. How will it end? A sexy, stylish film, beautifully shot, dark but with vibrant accents, Seyrig often dressed in Nazi colours, with elements of Surrealism and Expressionism and a focus on transgressive desire that is mostly conveyed through Syrig’s soft, low voice and precise diction. It was so striking that the young woman next to me kept taking her phone out to film particular scenes. When I got annoyed and finally said, ‘really’? She said, ‘yes, really’. I like to think it’s the film that drove her to it but she might just have been a pig.

 

José Arroyo

 

 

Sugarland Express (Steven Spielberg, 1974)

It’s a film I’ve tried to see and given up on at home five or six times previously. This time on a big screen, the first two shots are simply dazzling, I watched them with my mouth open, whereas at home on tv I simple missed them. They simply didn’t register. The last shot of the film, the fishing on the river at dusk with the golden light is extraordinary work from Vilmos Zsigmond….and yet, to me the film still doesn’t work. The cast, particularly Hawn is wonderful, but her Lou Jean is so intent on getting what she wants that she thinks little of getting her husband (William Atherton) killed. Surely a problem. And this reinforces my prejudices about Spielberg, an almost genius level understanding of technique, a not very complex understanding of politics or society or even, with the exception of children, people. Genius technique at the service of limited understanding.

 

José Arroyo

L’equipage (Anatole Litvak, 1935, France)

The shots are always interestingly composed, the focus careless, one thinks some of it has no expressive intent behind it and is jut bad luck filming. Annabella is very beautiful, and Jean Pierre Aumont is very charming. Neither of them, however, are good enough. Charles Vanel is better than that as Anabella’s husband, subtly coded as a jew. . A combination of boys’ own WW1 adventure and melodrama, handsomely mounted, enjoyable to see but it does not entirely resolve the questions I have regarding Litvak.

 

José Arroyo

Bona (Lino Brocka, Philippines, 1980)

Extraordinary opening shots of a sea of heads, all more or less the same height, bobbing. An abstraction of individual people and also of a people. Amidst the  bobbing mass, a rope appears, attached to a brightly dressed icon of a suffering virgin, frenzied faithful abandoning themselves to worship.

The film is  about a young woman (Nora Aunor) who falls in love with an actor (Philip Salvador), who ends up being no more than an extra. She leaves her middle-class family for him, cleans, bathes, feeds him – he’s got a thing about having his baths a particular way, the way his mother used to do it for him. She even sleeps with him. He brings other women and she puts up with it. She’s his willing slave. Until the end of the film, where he’s decided to immigrate with a rich widow. She can’t go with him; she can no longer return to the family, she boils the water for his bath and scalds him alive with it. Enough is enough. A terrific film in a beautiful new restoration.

 

Seen at Ritrovato

 

José Arroyo

The Youssef Chahine Podcast No. 7: Un jour, le Nile/ An-Nil oual hayat (Egypt/ USSR, 1964)

Al-nas va al-Nil

A real find, the director´s cut of a celebrated film maudit, currently made available on the Henri platform through the great generosity of the Cinémathèque Française until the 15th of July.  A celebration of the Soviet-Egyptian collaboration that resulted in the building of the Aswan Dam, this film is also a critique of the dispossession and displacement it led to, a feminist critique of the loss of identity that accompanies following a husband to a new country, it can also very much be read as an inter-racial queer romance in the midst of the wrenching transformations brought on by Modernity. An extraordinary film that works on many levels, has an epic narrative sweep to accompany its 70mm Cinemascope specs, but that always brings the personal to the political and does so poetically through word, image and sound. A masterpiece of the cinema. Ou discussion of it can be listened to below:

 

Some of the clips discussed in the podcast can be seen below:

Two men meet

Two men part:

A glance and a cut:

A cut on feminism

Slippers and the recognition of a loss:

A comic visit

A cut on modernity:

The Ritrovato Catalogue Entry:

Theinterview with Youssef Chahine on the film cited by Richard.

And many thanks to Pastaga for alerting us to the existence of the film

 

Poster for 1972 version:

 

un jour,, le Nil

Soviet Poster

Sloviet poster