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3 static shots, one disembodied voice, and an aria, absolutely no Venice, but still, an evidence of the city for anybody who's been there.
This is what makes the cinema of Huillet and Straub compelling at the same time as off-putting.
To review it is almost an ethical issue. It is cinema stripped down of any effort to entice other than the raw pleasures of the brain. The filmmakers are of this breed that needs, viscerally, to do movies, they are in a way like Godard as much as like Ed Wood. They deserve to be classified as "intellexploitation".
You may hate it, you may love it, it deserved to be sampled.
This is what makes the cinema of Huillet and Straub compelling at the same time as off-putting.
To review it is almost an ethical issue. It is cinema stripped down of any effort to entice other than the raw pleasures of the brain. The filmmakers are of this breed that needs, viscerally, to do movies, they are in a way like Godard as much as like Ed Wood. They deserve to be classified as "intellexploitation".
You may hate it, you may love it, it deserved to be sampled.