Casanova vs. Dracula in Albert Serra's "The Story of My Death" Who was going to watch this film by Catalan director Albert Serra (this year the tape received the Golden Leopard at the IFF in Locarno.), so it’s better to watch something else (don’t waste time) – because the tape is very specific (for my taste – dull g!).
I just saw it quietly.
In general, this is such an art house, and the wildest-long (2.5 hours my epiphany continued!) This is something with the savoring of all obscenities, like coping with need for five minutes: on the entire 10-meter screen, the face of the main character - Casanova, who pushes, then wipes himself and examines with childlike spontaneity and a sense of deep satisfaction his feces shown in the frame, and then sniffs his hands - did he not get dirty for an hour while wiping?
Then not my hands, immediately takes some croissant, and begins with smacking, juicy eat it! Scenes of every anal-fecal perversion, with vulgar jokes and stupid laughter (well, not in the details), butchering the carcass of a bull (I, as a vegetarian, generally fiercely indignant on the occasion of this scene!), and the most cruelly stupid in addition! Dialogue is almost all about nothing! The scenes are the same, one dumber than the other! Then he eats a pomegranate, while chuckling terribly, and pomegranate juice flows down his face. It is as if he offers the guest to drink wine, taking a jug in his hands, and suddenly pouring it on the game lying on the table, and then long and thoughtfully watching as the wine drains and drips from the table to the floor. It's a bit of crap, it's a bit of crap.
In general, a rare-long tape, with either boring or disgusting moments (I am not a fan of fecal scenes), or vulgar scenes, or scenes of various perversions (including arguments on the topic of same-sex sex, and envy of the indulgence of pedophilia by one of the priests), as well as violence by one of the heroines, over his own innocent elderly father).
From the almost full large theater hall at the beginning of the film, less than a third of the audience sat to the end, and two-thirds diverged throughout the film – with a periodicity of several minutes, someone got up and left after another terribly long scene of a dummy, or another perversion. I was not alone, so I had to sit until the end.
2 out of 10
beautiful landscapes of nature.
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