Liebe ist kälter als der Tod

This film is not for every one. If you are mostly familiar with American Fim Noir or Gangster movies... Don't Go Here! This is one dark, moody, cynical and depressing film. Yet, that being said, every lingering shot and silent moment has more layers in it then most entire movies do today.

The story here is very simple; two criminals meet when they are recruited by a crime syndicate. They become friends, we find out one is a pimp and the other is a killer for hire. Later, needing a place to stay, the killer falls in love with the pimp's girlfriend (also a prostitute). The three begin to work as a crime trio with the killer doing most of the dirty work.

But the focus here is not the story. Fassbinder subtly allows the three character's relations towards each other become the real story. The people in this film have sold their souls to criminal life a long time ago. Yet, like everyone else in the world, they still struggle for there inner desires, and the need to feel something real.

This movie quite obviously had a very low budget. As a person is shot we, rarely see an exploding squib or even a blank cartridge being fired. The prime focus is the actor facial expressions and reactions. (Equally as powerful, yet more creative then seeing blood) The camera work is extremely minimal, yet far more revealing of the characters subconscious as they walk down a park or into a supermarket.

This is not your modern day first time film maker or film school graduate. Don't expect a Chris Nolan or a Quinten Tarentino. LOVE IS COLDER THAN DEATH, does borrow from certain film genres but it is so uniquely its own film, and creates such a beautiful sense of detachment that has rarely been attempted in film.

Aesthetically a beautiful film. That being said acting is awful and direction leaves a lot to desire for. Archetypal gangster characters taken to a ridiculous caricaturesque level through uber german coldness. With an erratic rythm I made it to the end thanks it's only 1:25. I guess this is for fans only and film snobs.

In this first feature from RW Fassbinder, which is among the movie titles that should be preserved in a National or World Archive of the movie titles that should be remembered a thousand years from now (if such a thing could be done), it's like he decided, as the Godard-phile that he was, to take Bande a Part and emphasize most of the parts where the characters do nothing and make it look cool (all of his early features, until he discovered Sirk at a festival when he was about 26 - I didn't know this until recently, but it explains why there isn't much by way of melodrama until Merchant of Four Seasons). The only problem is Fassbinder is also working here without a firm script - or, as he told Uli Lommel according to 'Fassbinder in Hollywood,' the script was all "in his head" as it were - and it shows.

This is also kind of like what one might see as what the "kids" were doing about five-ten years ago when the "mumblecore" movies were coming out, though with a crime movie twist (Lommel even has the Alain Delon look down from Le Samourai with the trenchcoat and hat, which means Fassbinder is actually homaging the homager): three aimless young people, one of who gets kicked out or has some kind of problem with a gangster "syndicate" as it's mostly called, decide to try some crime and, eventually, rob a bank or something.

I say 'something' not to sound flippant, but because Love is Colder Than Death doesn't give much to the audience aside from total disaffection - there are so many cigarettes here Better Davis at the time probably would've said to them to calm it down a little - and this "cool" attitude, which also includes the distance, at least for the most part. Actually the most interesting actor here is Fassbinder, something about his face and eyes seems to convey things about his uncertainly and yet dedication to a life of crime and/or not doing much at all; it's certainly more than Lommel does, who has one mode the entire film (even when he has a gun to someone in an wreckage field out in the middle of nowhere ready to kill for... a reason I guess, you could've fooled me!) Hannah Schygulla meanwhile, in the first of what would be a long collaboration of films, is fine though seems to not be given much in the way of direction.

I think I'm hard on this because I came to this after seeing so many of his films. It doesn't do much to say criticisms to stymie the director - he's been dead now decades - but I implore newcomers to Fassbinder to not start here, as it could give the wrong impression about his other work. And this is not to say either that there isn't some worthy direction or cinematography or cutting here, and in the last ten minutes, for the climax for what it is, there's some urgency and dread effectively communicated through Fassbinder's Malaise-of-Cinema style. And yet I can't recommend it; there are passages here where we see characters walking for five minutes, or at a supermarket for five minutes walking, or sitting around or playing pinball or seeing buildings go by for five minutes at a stretch at night or I don't know what, and there's nothing interesting about it. I'm fine with minutiae, but you got to try something - and to say Godard didn't work with a script isn't entirely accurate as a comparison basis.

Surprisingly to me, Fassbinder started and ended his career on his least impressive efforts; I couldn't watch it all in one sitting came back to the last 40 minutes a week after starting) as I felt so dulled away by Fassbinder's *anti-cinema*, which I'm sure was the intentional coming from his theater background. And I so wanted to engage with this; it's like the movie is confronting you to try and find something to connect with past its (yes, as the title says) cold exterior.

If Rainer Werner Fassbinder catches your attention, this first feature just might well be worth a mention, as it makes an introduction, to some actors and production, the director went to use with great effect. While the themes are quite generic and seen before, the reflection is distinct, some will adore, the inventive presentation, the budget scenes shot with invention, all in all, boundaries pushed out, to clear the floor.

From a director that went on to create some of the finest films of the last century, a take on the often spun theme of the seedier side of society, as a couple of low grade villains get into some capers, ably supported by their a lady of the night, the perpetually wonderful Hanna Schygulla.

Fassbinder's debut feature seems to be strongly influenced by early Godard films like Breathles or Band of Outsiders in both its gritty black and white style and references to the gangster/noir genres. But where Godard's characters have a playful sense of humor, trying to act their gangster fantasies wearing fedoras and poorly executing non-thought out crimes to the tune of a swinging soundtrack and beautiful woman, Love Is Colder than Death does all with a fridgid, robotic sense of cool. Every shot is like a black and white photo where the acting is like posing in front of mirror before the action (or one of the characters)gets executed. The film is pretty avante-garde in using mostly completely static shots and the characters pretty much act "too cool". They just stare at you as you're supposed to react, then when there's an action, you get surprised and realise it's still in the movie. Forget that the plot is simple, threadbare even, this is an atmosphere piece.