À l'ombre de la canaille bleue

In the Shadow of the Blue Rascal is an experimental crime movie. It is an hallucination that has not utilised the established toolkit and traditions of the crime genre in film. It reminded me very much of the writing of Jean Genet, particularly the movie treats Hassan in the same way that The Miracle of The Rose treats Harcamone, both are hagiographies in which crime is idealised, Hassan and Harcamone are presented as dark saints. I also thought a lot about WS Burroughs and his Cities of the Red Night, and the really overt presence of the supernatural and promotion of anarchy.

The plot is non-linear and often doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but vaguely we can say that what looks like Paris has become Necrocity, a place where the authorities have encouraged and even directly planned a crime wave, both for the sake of pleasure and also to justify the imposition of martial law by a Sade-ean police force. The whole city is some sort of skid row where people cling onto life and look forward to taking desperate pleasures where they can, drinking and shooting up, and dancing to crazy music in the night.

The movie took several years to complete, with work starting in 1979 and completion in 1985, according to the movie's afterword in the version I saw. It was shot on pretty much no budget, but manages to do more than exceptionally well. Special effects come down to tomato ketchup, and the violence is quite simulated. Even so the movie puts you into a trance that makes it all believable with a continuous poetic narration that is awed, the recycling of exceptionally well composed electronic musical motifs, and almost continuous use of superimpositions.

I am no expert in the politics of the era, but you don't have to be to note that he movie is criticising the treatment of Arabs in French society, or if not critiquing it, using it as a flavour for the movie. I sort of sat watching this movie giving free rein to my id, and it felt great. For people who would prefer to ignore the presence of their id, this movie may prove repugnant.

A Chaotic film that took seven years for Pierre Clémenti to finish and also the only narrative film in his catalogue. The movie is set in a totalitarian Paris, renamed Necrocity, where the authorities entrust the police powers to gang of fanatics in order to suppress a revolution, who later use drugs to finance the purchase of arms. A lot of scenes are colored in nauseating filters, experimented gleefully which is a sensory and cerebral experience. It's surreal film of a genius director. I can comment on it only in this way

If you dig movies of Stom Sogo, Paul Sharits, Stan Vanderbeek, Jamil Dehlavi, Aryan Kaganof, Kenneth Anger, Kurt Kren, Yvan Lagrange, Eduard Shelganov, Sandra Lahire, Michio Okabe, Yoshihiko Matsui, Peter Mettler, Sogo Ishii, Shozin Fukui, Nikos Nikolaidis, Shûji Terayama, Jack Smith and Derek Jarman, you will definitely appreciate this MENTAL piece of Filmmaking.

It all happened once upon a time in Necrocity. Trippy dystopia of drugs: "I fray vein by vein above a sky of absence, led by inertia." Empire of dark sex: "His eager fingers look for the slot of her vagina among the dead fish. Clouds of sperms armed with Corona beer and rocket launchers. Fire now." Kingdom of death: "I then understood that sex was only an excuse, a stepping-stone to death. I felt nothing, while taking her into my arms. I turned out to be a killing machine." And anarchy is the only law. In the Shadow of the Blue Rascal is too inconsequential and too illogical and its only merit is a rather experimental and jittery visualization.