In the Shadow of the Blue Rascal Dvd

In the Shadow of the Blue Rascal

300 kilos of heroin have disappeared in Necrocity, a city of terror—a city of night—where Captain Speed has a gang and the government hides the dead. An experimental crime film considered to be a landmark of Parisian underground cinema.

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It's a type of film that I have subconsciously always wanted to see, but didn't know it until I had finally watched it. It exudes the incomparable pathos of 60's Avant Garde, a la Kenneth Anger, Derek Jarman and Jack Smith (which is a movement Clementi has every right to belong to but is sadly often left unmentioned imho). The main difference is that instead of dealing with neo-pagan free-thinkers, it's dealing with the 80's underground club-junkies and it is a match made in heaven. It's a profound introspection using the gritty examples of the Parisian drug world using one of the most industrial film movements out there.

Basically, it watches like a Coil album.
Crime film goes Genet by way of post punk dystopic science fiction. In a police state there is nothing more radical than just be. The authenticity of body as a political instance. All of Pierre Clementi directorial work is worried with the idea of transgressive potency of gesture (most of Clementi's work as an actor, at least when he is given freedom by his collaborators, does the same), but none of his other films manage to achieve this with such radical trust which is ironical given that this is the closest Clementi come of doing a narrative film. Ways of being just become at same time something mysterious and utter political.
imagine if terrence malick took all the wrong drugs
What the hell lmao. I've never seen something so ugly and beautiful at the same time. Feels like I dived deep into the deepest bowels of French cinema and man what a fun trip it was. Also this is the second film I've seen this week where characters randomly talk to each other telepathically lol.
Gritty experimental dystopian film that is as much a crime film as a science fiction affair, this one lets its disturbing vision fill in the spaces between the twists in the plot. It's drugged out and disturbing without being too graphic, and it's completely chaotic, spurred as much by the plot as by the disjointed nature of the narrative.

December count: 79/100
Que coisa alucinante. É quase como se o Kenneth Anger e o Rogério Sganzerla decidissem fazer um filme policial juntos. Toda um gosto por um registro muito espontâneo e livre, mas que faz questão de preservar certos elementos alegóricos absolutamente marcantes. A narração em off com a trilha pós-punk industrial deixa tudo com um ar meio spoken word premonitório, toda uma atmosfera social sombria dos anos 70 que é traduzida em um pesadelo apocalíptico sobre a autoridade.
"Saturday...
l felt like killing."

Kind of an intriguing title, but a total miss for me. Strangely, there was a reference to Corona beer and only posh people being given masks. There were superimpositions and people shooting up and people discussing the characters in 2001. Also there was a discussion of wanting to kill arabs and homosexuals. Such a waste of film!

Vegan points:
Guy talking about how a girl didn't want to try meat
never seen anything quite like it. made my skin crawl in the best way possible. deliciously grimy footage and tense soundtrack go together beautifully with the poetic narration and gritty, dark subject matter including heroin, orgasms, and the iran war.
Paranoid neo-noir as a nerve-rattling, heroin-fueled breakdown; Clémenti transforms Paris into Necrocity, a place populated by so many desperate squatters and strung-out drifters ("Packs of solar wolves plunder the pharmacies"), the fascist police state clandestinely fomenting social unrest simply to give themselves something to do. Everyone's chasing some sort of high, whether in sex or violence or reckless dance or a needle in the arm, in a world where the law is ultimately the most poisonous influence of all. "I fray vein by vein above a sky of absence, led by inertia." Maybe a masterpiece for those who can get on its post-punk surrealist wavelength, something like Genet crossed with Burroughs; shades of Gide even in the hagiographic treatment of the svelte, sunken-eyed Hassan, equal parts fetishized boy toy and amoral killing machine. "Junkie's diary, over the hill, end of the story."
When people talk about "the 80s" they need to watch this, which exemplifies a particular strand of the time better than anything. Scoring an entire film with one five-note riff? Gaspar Noe would not even try. A french goth richard kern movie (good kern) shot in saturated super-8 with a soundtrack that is pure ASMR. I also like the bit where the subtitles translate "soft machine" as "matching mole"
no idea what the hell this one was about, but it shows a "trip" in a super cool and unique way. double bill it with Eggshells.