Elusively symbolic in a way that doesn’t usually appeal to me, but I was just in awe at the intensity of Schroeter’s vision. Between Montezuma’s oppressive angst and Djadjam’s destructive desire (the perversity of casting one of the boys from Salo as your gay muse is not lost on me), this film finds so many beautiful yet troubling images that I think I can count on one hand how many other films can even compare.
Elusively symbolic in a way that doesn’t usually appeal to me, but I was just in awe at the intensity of Schroeter’s vision. Between Montezuma’s oppressive angst and Djadjam’s destructive desire (the perversity of casting one of the boys from Salo as your gay muse is not lost on me), this film finds so many beautiful yet troubling images that I think I can count on one hand how many other films can even compare.
