Michael Haneke
By my late teens I had developed a taste for the arty, esoteric, and obscure, especially in the world of cinema. While attending a screening of Nicholas Roeg's Performance (still love this movie big time) in Carbondale, Illinois (home of my alma mater: SIU-C), I listened with approval while one drunken frat boy encouraged another to "Just go with it" when he expressed perplexity with the rather non-linear narrative of the film.
A couple years later, I was sitting in a theater in Chicago watching the opening of David Lynch's Blue Velvet when the gentleman in front of me (perhaps more interested in getting out of the cold for a few hours than expanding his knowledge of avant-guard film), turned, looked me in the eye, and asked "What the fuck is this shit?" Following the example of my frat boy fellow film enthusiast, I attempted to reassure the man and encourage a "go with it" approach. This did not stop him from whipping around in his seat periodically to fix me with a look of disapproving perplexity during the rest of the movie.
So I was primed and ready for my first look at Michael Haneke who is an Austrian director. My friend Gordon and I went to the Gene Siskel Film Center to see Benny's Video, one of a number of "Why are these normal boys suddenly killing other kids for no reason?" pictures that hit after Columbine i.e. Zero Day and Elephant. Benny's Video may not give you any big insights into the problem, but I guarantee it will turn your blood to ice water.
A couple years later, I was sitting in a theater in Chicago watching the opening of David Lynch's Blue Velvet when the gentleman in front of me (perhaps more interested in getting out of the cold for a few hours than expanding his knowledge of avant-guard film), turned, looked me in the eye, and asked "What the fuck is this shit?" Following the example of my frat boy fellow film enthusiast, I attempted to reassure the man and encourage a "go with it" approach. This did not stop him from whipping around in his seat periodically to fix me with a look of disapproving perplexity during the rest of the movie.
So I was primed and ready for my first look at Michael Haneke who is an Austrian director. My friend Gordon and I went to the Gene Siskel Film Center to see Benny's Video, one of a number of "Why are these normal boys suddenly killing other kids for no reason?" pictures that hit after Columbine i.e. Zero Day and Elephant. Benny's Video may not give you any big insights into the problem, but I guarantee it will turn your blood to ice water.
The same might be said of The Piano Teacher. Isabelle Huppert stars in a fearless performance as a woman whose sexuality boils to the surface in spite of the icy clamp of repression from mom, society, men in general, a lover and God knows what else. Women are condemned for sexual frigidity but cast into the fires of contempt and perhaps banishment to hell when the scent of semen on a tissue arouses them.
Thanks to our dear friends at Netflix and The Chicago Public Library, I have been exploring the oeuvre of Mr. Haneke. You can check out The Castle, Funny Games, (in English and German), Code Unknown, 71 Fragments of a Chronology of Chance, Cache, and The White Ribbon among others that I haven't tracked down yet. I usually don't do this, but here's a quote from the New York Times Magazine: "Over the last two decades, the director has developed a reputation for stark, often brutal films that place the viewer — sometimes subtly, sometimes explicitly — in the uncomfortable role of accomplice to the crimes playing out on-screen." Often there isn't a whole lot in the way of story lines with Mr. Haneke's pictures, but I generally find myself riveted from start to existentially bleak finish with them. Strangely, from the numerous Haneke interviews in the Special Features section of the DVDs of the above films he seems to be an affable, laid-back guy, although there was one "behind the scenes" type feature where he totally blew up at his cinematic crew because they weren't doing exactly what he wanted. Who knows?
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The Anomalous Duo NYC, with the help of our public library, are also working their way through the Haneke oeuvre. Funny games is on hold and should arrive in a couple weeks. Fascinating work.
The other director who has stretched our cinematic perspectives in the last year is Bela Tarr. "Werckmeister Harmonies" a great place to start - "Satantango" (7 hours) after. We are awaiting our turn at the library for his latest "Turin Horse".
PS The Anomalous Duo NYC gave a hearty two thumbs down and turned off Funny Games before they wasted more than a half hour of their lives.
Thank you Duo. I saw Funny Games after this blog entry. I did watch the whole thing, and found it quite disturbing. In fact, it made my top five most disturbing list which I may expound upon later in this blog. You probably know Haneke made the movie in German, with German speaking actors. Then, for reasons that have never been clear to me in spite of reading or watching more than one interview with him on the subject, he remade the film with American actors speaking English. Apart from the language and the people playing the parts, the two versions are supposed to be exactly alike. By chance I saw the American version first. I ordered the German original but after watching the first few scenes (right up to the one with the dog,) I decided there was no need to put myself through the experience a second time. I probably watched an old episode of Entourage instead.
As I recall you liked Amour. I did too. It was great to see Trintignant and Riva starring again, and I always enjoy Isabelle Huppert. However, I have to admit that I don't think I've ever been so happy to see an old woman get smothered as I was at the end of that film.
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