Le cri du sorcier

I saw this film for the first time when I was just 17 years old and it made an impression which has lasted another 25 yrs. I just cant forget it. To this day, I cannot think of another film which captures so much about the isolation of English civility from the raw power of tribal beliefs, and to bring them together in the gentility and peace of a rural Devon setting.. even the "Wicker Man" fails to gain such potency as it is set in what is from the beginning contrived to be island cultures.. remote from civil society, whereas "The Shout" is both in your face, while (as a 1970's film) hauntingly suggestive of unspoken fears and longings. As such it speaks of the era within which it was made, a time of fragile contentment and almost subversive experimentation with.. other ways of viewing the world. Bates and York's performances are also totally believable which contrasted with the other-worldly nature of the setting and story make it compelling viewing. As another review stated.. I believe this to be a thoroughly underrated film, while for me at least definitely.. a classic.

An inmate (Bates) at a lunatic asylum relates a bizarre tale to a visiting doctor (Curry) during a surreal cricket match between the patients and staff. The story details in flashback, how Bates came between a man (Hurt) who happens to be playing in the match, as a doctor I believe, and his wife (York) who is seen at the beginning and end of the film as a nurse at the asylum.

Man, where's this movie been all my life? Brilliant, absolutely brilliant but mysteriously forgotten British psycho horror flick of the late 70s, that features among everything else, an A-1 cast. It reminds me once again how dumb the Hannibal movies are. Ever get the feeling Anthony Hopkins realizes this too? Watch him sometimes when he thinks the camera isn't on him, he's laughing his butt off. Sorry, if you like disturbing well made horror films, that delve into the subject of madness and perspective vs. reality? You will like this. The old gimmick of Dr. Caligari has been used and abused, but this film plays honest because you know from the outset, that a madman is narrating the story. The film is effective enough, not to have to resort to springing that on you as surprise ending. You know that Bates is in a nuthouse going in, and are reminded of it throughout, but somehow you still forget it, or get confused about it as you get absorbed into the action. And what's even more upsetting is the footage at the asylum doesn't ring true either, if you know what I mean. Again, what is real? You're asking the wrong bloke, I'm sure I don't get it at all, but I love it, and I recommend it unreservedly. Taken from a story by the immortal Robert Graves. A must see!

I don't even know where to start but I will try. Alan Bates is mystifying and terrifying - and I get the oddest feeling that the Coen Brothers love this movie and bit the character for Javier Bardem in No Country For Old Men. John Hurt plays a character who is offensively passive but very likable and he does it with flying colors - his performance is great. Susannah York's role requires great dynamic and she pulls it off menacingly. The plot is so minimal and open-ended it doesn't even feel like a plot, but the experience goes unmatched. The environments are often breathtaking and the editing, pacing, and "progression" of the plot makes the entire movie feel like a bad dream. Through the second half of the film, everything that occurs is so out-there that you can no longer question any small detail - everything is absurd but it feels organic and cohesive in it's own freakish sense. Admittedly, I don't understand the ending, but I don't even care - it still feels climactic and satisfying, and most outstanding dreams are not fully explicable either... for fans of any and all oddities... this one is not to be missed.

Previous commentators have remarked upon the similarity of the framing story of this film (that reunites the author and star of 'I Claudius') to 'The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari'; but no one yet seems to have noticed the resemblance to Pasolini's 'Teorema', in which Terence Stamp rocks the boat of a bourgeois household with a similar mystical droit du seigneur to that exercised by Alan Bates over a youthful John Hurt's luscious wife Susannah York (who at one point has a remarkably feral nude scene on all fours), despite his unkempt appearance and army greatcoat that recall Davies from 'The Caretaker' more than Bates' earlier saturnine romantic leads.

Most reviewers seem also to be taking this tall tale of bucolic rumpy pumpy with more of a straight face than it's actual makers may have been. But it clearly needs to be seen (and listened to) more than once.

And I really do mean 9/10. This film is a superbly made, wonderfully acted, deliberately under-stated fantasy masterpiece. The sense of conviction, of the truth being portrayed even when the paranormal erupts into the world, is unnerving. Yes, the film as a whole is unapologetically high-brow, full of cultural allusions that many will miss (The dry psychoanalytic cracks, the Francis Bacon-inspired compositions, the inversion of Orpheus), but all that can happily be missed without in any way detracting from the film. For those who love metaphysics, the incredible thrill of the possibility of magic, this should not be missed. (The current DVD release, MOST Regrettably, has been sub-optimally re-mixed. However, for those new to the film, it shouldn't matter too much. For those who have, turn that shout up loud!!!)