Worth A Look: 20%
Pretty Bad: 18%
Total Crap: 50%
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|Anatomy of Hell
by Scott Weinberg
"Watch me when I'm unwatchable" says the main character, a young woman who spends the next 70-some minutes with her legs spread while various things are inserted into her vagina. Yep, it's Catherine Breillat time again, which means men are evil, shock value jockeys for precedence over navel-gazin' arthouse philosophizin'...oh, and don't forget the endlessly lingering closeups of every genital known to mankind. And speaking of "unwatchable"...Catherine Breillat (Fat Girl, Romance) is the French female equivalent of Larry Clark (Kids, Ken Park). Both filmmakers think they're a whole lot deeper than they really are, they both enjoy lingering on the slimiest portions of human sexuality, and both filmmakers are well-known across several continents mainly because they deliver arthouse smut of the highest order. Sure, sure, you'll find a big collection of critics who can find something deeply meaningful and courageously insightful about the importance of a rock-hard wang, but there's more to making a movie than just hiring some rock-hard wangs.
"More gruesome arthouse porn from the reliable Ms. Breillat. Joy."
Since a movie like Anatomy of Hell gains attention solely due to its catalog of onscreen ickiness, I'll do the distributors a favor and cut right to the chase:
Opening shot of the movie is of a young man sucking another man's penis. Just to let you know you haven't wandered into The Cat in the Hat.
After the plot is laid out (a sad lady hires a woman-hating homosexual to "watch" her...and I mean really "watch" her), we're remanded to a dank apartment for the next 60-some minutes. In between huge, airy volleys of discussion about the vagina's role in human psychology, we're offered:
A garden rake inserted into the woman's...area.
An oh-so-touching tampon sequence that concludes with the drinking of the related...fluid.
The placement of a tube of lipstick into an orifice it should never go. Two orifices...actually.
A post-coital penis slathered in red gooey blood.
I can hear what you're thinking already: that I disliked this movie because it made me "uncomfortable" or "women scare me" or something else equally silly. Wrong-o. I was raised on Lucio Fulci flicks; some gal making a teabag from a recently used tampon isn't gonna turn my stomach or raise my ire. In the same vein, I can spot Shock Value Cinema when I see it; generally these movies offer very little aside from their taboo-thrashing tendencies, and such is clearly the case here.
What's most tiresome about a movie like Anatomy of Hell is that it's content to be artsy and vague and languid and deep, which is sort of ironic when you realize the movie's just so irretrievably boring. Were there any sort of challenging insight or evocative mood to be offered amidst all the unflinching, labia-obsessed explicitness of it all, well then I must have missed it while I was giggling over the unintentional humor of the thing.
More likely Ms. Breillat is just content to shock her audience into buzzing about her movies, regardless of whether her audience actually, y'know, likes her movies. Yes, Anatomy of Hell is quite shocking; it's also pretty darn awful.As long as there's been a delineation between 'arthouse' movies and the 'popular' kind, there's always been Arthouse Porn. The upper-class cineastes can get their jollies while watching something deeply "artistic". Heck, I may be just one ignorant American who can't appreciate the brilliance of Breillat's French Skinema, but I know pretentious subtitled porn when I see it.
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originally posted: 04/21/04 11:13:05
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