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Sunday, September 27, 2015
by Douglas Messerli
Werner Herzog (writer and director) Stroszek / 1977
The prostitute of Stroszek, Eva (Eva Mattes), is controlled by two violent pimps, who abuse not only her customers, but the girl herself. And when the slow-minded Stoszek invites her to come live the apartment that has been kept for him, in his absence, by an elderly neighbor, Scheitz (Clemens Scheitz), the two roughs come looking for him as well.
Like Biberkopf, again, Stroszek has little to offer in the way of vocational skills; the little money he makes is from playing in glockenspiel and accordion in the courtyards of housing complexes, relying on the goodwill of the denizens.
Scheitz, however, has been invited to come to the US to live with his nephew in Wisconsin, and when both Stroszek and Eva are beaten, they determine to join him, the nephew assuring them employment as mechanic and waitress. Accordingly, the unlikely trio of idiot, whore, and elderly eccentric join up for a road trip through the mad American heartland.
For the Wisconsin these visit is not the lovely farmland dotted with lakes and green hills, but a mythical flat rustbelt wasteland, Railroad Flats, whose major reason for existence is the railroad tracks and cars that dominate its landscape.
Pre-made houses, trucked in like trailers, seem to be the only sense of permanence, as Bruno goes to work in a garage and Eva serves up coffee and steak at the local truckstop. Scheitz goes slightly mad, convinced he has finally been able to register the animal magnetism described by Franz Mesmer.
Along with the house, evidently, comes a television set and other required luxuries, along with the bills and, soon after, a visit from a slightly embarrassed but nonetheless determined bill collector from the bank (Scott McKain). Evidently, in this new paradise, working full time pays even fewer bills than occasional street performances did in Berlin. Bruno goes back to the bottle and Eva to the oldest profession in the world, both now at odds with each other and their new environment.
The US into which this inverted trinity has stumbled is filled with more soulless folk, it appears, than even was Berlin of Weimar Republic. What’s even worse is that the inhabitants of this empty world believe that they still live in Eden or, at least, that their world, like Candide’s is the best of possible worlds. The radios belt out tunes of tortured hope and desire, while those listening to them are gradually drained of all dreams and hope.
When the inevitable happens, Eva has already skipped town with the truck drivers on their way to Vancouver, with the symbolic father and son left to watch their dream home auctioned off and driven away, soon followed by the television set. The two, facing off into the cold Wisconsin landscape, have nothing left.
Like those in so many American legends, they use their last few dollars to purchase a pair rifles, intent on a bank robbery; but even their grand drama turns into a comedy when they find the bank closed and take their anger out, instead, on a nearby barbershop, whose owner quickly offers up the few dollars he has in the till.
Instead of attempting an escape, the duo enter the local grocery store to pick up a frozen chicken and few bottles of beer. When the police enter the store, they quickly arrest Scheitz without even seeing Stoszek, who might as well have become invisible.
Stealing the truck the garage in which he works, he heads off to an Indian-owned hotel and amusement arcade, probably near the tourist world of the Wisconsin Dells, where the truck sputters to a dead stop. Frozen bird still in hand, he spends his last few dollars on lunch, speaking with a German-born tourist before he returns to the parking lot, where he propels the truck into a circular pattern before its engine explodes. Across the way he enters the entertainment arcade which features a real rabbit driving a toy fire truck and two chickens, one of whom plays the piano while the other dances. The other major feature of this absurd funhouse seems to be an ever-circling ski-lift that takes it riders up a painted tableau of a winter landscape before returning them back to ground zero. And the movie ends with these two images of meaningless repetition, the chicken unable to stop its mad little stomps, while Bruno rides up his magic mountain from whence he will inevitably be returned—unless, as in so many American stories, he is not shot to death by the policeman who quickly arrives, radioing into headquarters: "We've got a truck on fire, can't find the switch to turn the ski lift off, and can't stop the dancing chicken. Send an electrician." Such a line might make one howl out in laughter, if it weren’t so very sad. The gentle musician, we realize, has literally come to road’s end.
Los Angeles, September 27, 2015
Monday, September 21, 2015
whatever happened to elisabet vogler?
by Douglas Messerli
Ingmar Bergman (writer and director) Persona / 1966
At first these seem only to involve a few criticisms from her boyfriend, Karl-Henrik, who accuses her of lack of ambition. Although she’s a bit unsure of what he means, we cannot help but perceive, in her desire to serve both her career like the elderly retired nurses who live on site and her future husband, that she clearly has no deep aspirations. It’s only gradually, particularly in her long recounting of a sexual incident with another woman and two adolescent boys who have strayed from home to watch the women bathing in the nude upon the beach, that we begin to perceive that she is perhaps a far more complex being. She reveals that the sexual incident was the most fulfilling sexual encounter that she has ever had, and that the foursome with the two young boys resulted in her becoming pregnant, ending in an abortion, performed by a friend of Karl-Hendrik’s. Suddenly, perhaps for the first time, she regrets both her lying to her fiancée and the fact of the abortion.
Given her own guilt over having successfully “erased” her own would-be child, Alma projects (played out in the script twice, the first with the camera tracing the reactions of the accused, the second focusing on the accuser) a scenario that argues Elisabet, told by a friend that she was missing the qualities of a good mother, determines to become pregnant, only to be immediately terrified by everything that comes with it: the changes the body, the fear of pain, and the possibilities of death, not to say anything about how it might change her independently active life. In Alma’s telling, Elisabet grows to hate her son even before he is born, and turns the new baby over to her husband and nanny for its upbringing. Much as in Bergman’s later film, Autumn Sonata, the lonely child only grows to love and idealize his mother further in her absence, the fact of which only further fuels Elisabet’s hate. For Alma, the final self-imposed silence is an attempt to block out all those who might love and wish to communicate with the great diva.
The intelligent viewer recognizes, perhaps, that the young nurse who imagined herself as able to “become” Elisabeth, is perhaps a version of Elisabet’s earlier self, and that their encounter in a time out of time, has allowed the tortured actress to restore some of her own past.
If we never discover precisely what actually happened to Elisabet Vogler, we can certainly imagine it through Bergman’s complex depiction of the slings and arrows, large and small, that gradually destroy the heart, that lead to the hateful revenge of an Electra who can no longer abide the beating of the human heart. Whatever happened to Elisabet Vogler, we can hope has finally been resolved by the film’s last frame, which takes the finally unburdened soul into its future possibilities.
Los Angles, September 21, 2015