Three bizarre tales.
1- Hungarian Lieutenant's intimidation on wankers.
2- Triple vomiting during speed-eating competition.
3- Profoundly disturbing taxidermist's such a complicated life.
Taxidermia is one of the more disgusting movies I've ever seen.
Hungarian Cinema should be in declane after Istvan SZABO and Miklos JANCSO.
One of the most important Italian masters. I admire all his works, but SALO. Fascism cannot underestimate with sadism, masochism or other sexual weaknesses of humanbeing. It can be a small part of it. I believe that this film is misleading comment of fascism.
Without naming the greyish, ghoulish, dull city, one evening a series of absurd occurrences take place there: an uncaring boss , while lying in a gym's tanning machine, orders his servile chief executive to downsize and sack a longtime obedient clerk as redundant, who when fired can't accept his misfortune and reacts by degrading himself; a lost foreigner is violently beaten by passing young thugs just for asking where to locate someone, as the bystanders on a busy street just watch without helping; a magician makes a critical error by sawing deeply into the stomach of an audience volunteer in his sawing-a-man-in-half act; and, the town for no explainable reason comes to a grinding halt in a massive traffic jam and is also experiencing a catastrophic crash in the stock market signaling the possible end to world capitalism.
The main character is a portly, elderly, tired furniture showroom owner Kalle , who has snapped without cause and burned down his business to collect the insurance money. He's despondent and still walks around with his face covered in soot, as he meets his younger struggling son Stefan in an empty restaurant. He's mainly despondent because his older son Tomas wrote poetry until he went nuts and is now catatonic in an mental institution, where he visits and goes berserk because Tomas just stares without recognizing him or saying anything.
There are a few more absurdly comical vignettes. The most striking is a visit by uniformed soldiers to a former army general they served under, who is celebrating his 100th birthday in a luxury nursery home. The frail old timer is sitting up in a hospital crib with a bedpan under him as if imprisoned, while the doctors are expounding to the nurses about his enormous wealth. When a speech is delivered the senile general gives his best wishes to Hermann Göring and offers a Nazi salute. In another scene meant to disgrace the main character even more so, Kalle encounters a former business acquaintance, Sven, in the form of the 'walking dead'?a suicide from whom he borrowed money-- and in a conversation, he relays that he's really glad he's dead because he doesn't have to repay him. Perhaps the film's signature vignette, where it brings despair to the fullest, involves some corporate bigwigs dressed in robes who decide that the way to save themselves and their world of capitalism is by going through a religious-like sacrifice of a young woman. Afterward they sourly meet at the Grand Hotel content to tell themselves they did everything they could to save the world, even offering a ritualisitic sacrifice of the younger generation.
The film argues that Western civilizations' hopes are derived from its economic system and not from its religious beliefs, and if that system failed its citizens they would be left without hope. It's a strangely amusing film and offers to the willing viewer a slice of absurdist Nordic surrealism. Its main problem is that it can't sustain its gimmicky idea throughout, and the 40 or so vignettes all lead to the same kind of apocalyptic insanity and to a sophomoric kind of Beckett-like exchange over humiliation. The film can be best judged in how provoked the viewer was by it as a genuine oddity. Though I didn't find it a masterpiece, I was more than delighted with its comical pronouncements and its overall effect. By DENNIS SCHWARTZ.
Too pessimistic, but a part of reality. Our reality ? Not sure. Let us say the reality of dirty world. These give serious tips about condition of the world which we forced to live. Film is full of experimental works which I love.
This film is touching wild side of human being. It touches induvidually and realistlicly. Forget giving stars the films. Give stars yourself in order to judge how much beast instict you have in your side. LIVE ON AIR. Instead of chasing up opposide sex like March Cats by giving e-mails , move forward for checking how ready to kill some-one. We are much closer to blood therstiness than ever after II.WW. OR are u still thinking just innocent films what u choosed and no connection with your-self ?