Dealer

I really loved this movie. I expected it to be odd and slow, knowing that the director was the AD on songs from the second floor which was the weirdest movie I've ever seen. And it didn't disappoint. I loved the camera movement and the sound was perfectly haunting. The main character was incredibly likable if completely perplexing. What made this movie interesting for me were all the odd characters the dealer was forced to deal with. That first scene when he runs into the guy in the tooth outfit was damn funny and just set the stage for a wandering and depressing story. I love that kind of stuff. But the main reason I'm writing this is to ask if anyone knows what song was playing during the credits. I would love to know...

You might like Fliegauf's "Dealer" maybe if you haven't seen his earlier films. They are all clones, of which "Dealer" is at least the 4th of a kind, the others being "Is there life before death?", "Talking Heads" and "Rengeteg". His films use the same schema: extremely long close-ups of monologues. You can call this a "personal style", but it is also a trade-off for creativity and experimenting.

The reason why "Dealer" has been so successful in Hungary and elsewhere is probably because the issue of drugs is overpoliticised and it has been de facto taboo. In the last decade or so there have been very few Hungarian films on this topic, all of them were depicting drugs (undifferentiatedly) as the ultimate evil. "Dealer" certainly has a different approach, because it makes you mostly laugh at, and/or - to a lesser extent - feel sorry for drug users, whereas the other movies were intended mostly to make you hate drugs (and/or - to a lesser extent - also feel sorry for drug users). So this movie suits for both pro-drug and anti-drug people, because of not making any clear statements about the issue. It is yet to be seen whether Fliegauf or any other Hungarian director could make an intelligent and socially significant impact on the issue of drugs in Hungary.

Gradually, I've come to appreciate slowness in cinema. I'm getting sort of fed up with action-packedness, video clip-like editing and the fact that if for ten seconds no one speaks on the screen the audience starts chatting, because obviously, there is nothing important going on.

However, I do not think much of this film of Fliegauf Benedek. I appreciated hist last piece (Rengeteg), I liked it's sketch-based structure, the amateur freshness of acting and especially the language, which is farther to the artistic, created language of the Hungarian cinema in the last couple of decades than anything I've seen for a long time. Now, in Dealer all this are present, but they rather work against the movie. The actors are terribly, incredibly bad (consider Barbara or the mathematician girl). If this is conscious than it is simply BAD. The language is terribly artificial - and there is no meaning for this at all. They usually quote that Dealer is slow and beautiful. I think, you have to be a very good director to be able to direct a slow film that works. For me this wasn't slow, but boring. I reckon, I understand why he wanted to make it so slow, but then there has to be something else to keep the movie alive - most favorably actors. Who act. All in all, I think this film is repulsively artificial, pretentious and pretty much forced.

"The Dealer" is a revolutionary movie which i had the luck to watch in a theater, and not in a DVD (i think it's going to be released on April of 2006). I believe that's why i manage to recognize it's unique atmosphere and photograph. From the beginning till the end, "Dealer" and ourselves become one, even if we do not identify on everything. His actions, his thoughts are not represented in the film but inside the viewers. I believe it's one of the few times someone skipped the dialogs and preferred thinking. What starts as small self-discovering for the "Dealer" soon transforms and becomes as a personal renaissance. Love and vanity, apathy and affection, this endless battle between them, is the main core of this movie A brilliant presentation, a modern philosophical play...

Apart from directing and the photograph, "The Dealer" presented an extraordinary montage and a unique soundtrack. Modern electro-noise sounds did not just accompany the scenes. Are combined with them!

You have to see it to believe it.

A day in the life of a drug dealer. We stay with the young man from the moment he wakes up until the next morning. The story is constructed principally around episodes, each dealing with a client or a visit to a friend or family member. Chronological order is followed without flashbacks. A couple of the episodes become interlocked threads that provide the core of the dramatic tension. The episodes run over a wide gamut of situations. From the darkly comic to the heart wrenching.

Location is some undefined large city. The urban landscape is modern and sterile, eerily devoid of people and crowds. The state apparatus and its authorities nowhere to be seen and only implied from dialogue. The film traffics only in the dealer, the junkies that he supplies, and a few friends and relatives. The issue of drug addiction, primarily heroin, is dealt in a level-headed fashion, almost matter-of-fact. Nonetheless, the burden of addiction on the individual, friends and relatives is not hidden.

The primary technique used throughout is circular tracking. The camera circles around characters, often a few times in a single take. Combined with a heavy use of close-ups, the overall experience is claustrophobic. The siege of the camera on the characters enhances the feeling they are prisoners of their unfortunate conditions.

The visual texture is that of a noir, though the dominant hue is blue, dark blue. Reds and greens are rarely seen. This color choice overlaid on a modernistic architecture and a spartan decor give the story a futuristic feel, a sort of post-industrial dysfunctional society where seeing a person smash a car's windshield on the highway or the presence of a dead man's body on a bridge with no police in sight does not seem to raise much of an eyebrow from passersby.

All of this is enveloped by a deep echo chamber meditative music. The events of the day keep piling up into a general sense of pointlessness. There is no promise of anything better for next day's aurora, only another cycle of the same. The only escape for the dealer is a closure of a kind.