Bear's Film Journal

Words and images with a focus on cinema.

The Third Generation (Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1979)

This is a black comedy about terrorism, written, directed, and even cinematographed, by Rainer Werner Fassbinder himself. It is interesting how suddenly pertinent the message contained in this film has become today, no doubt even more so than when it was first released and caused a public outrage. The Third Generation goes far, far beyond its genre confines and reaches out to thematic territory and social satire that is pleasantly rich and enjoyable to find in such a genuinely quirky and amusing film. In this self-reflexive near-dystopia you will find crime, surveillance, drug use, secret passwords, a reference to Tarkovsky’s Solaris, and most importantly, an entourage of badly dressed, ridiculous characters who are trying vainly to make it as amateur terrorists. There is randomness in all the right places: random Monopoly, random nudity, even random tantrums. It’s impossible not to laugh at the absurdity.

Fassbinder pulled off camp perfectly, and he even modified his flawless visual style to accommodate for a few Dutch-angles, over the top low-angles, and shock zooms, all the while maintaining his signature use of mirrors, focus and dolly shots. His ability to create dynamic framing in any situation increases the humour within the narrative, and does not drag it down or obstruct it at all. This gives the film a very compulsive atmosphere, which just begs you to interact with the distinctive and enigmatic characters. On a technical level, it is not Fassbinder’s most polished film, and extra effort could have been put into the lighting, which does occasionally play off noir conventions, but not nearly as much as it could have. Overall, however, it is a fantastic time. Pseudo-philosophy is thrown about at a rapid pace, manipulative music swells with great timing, and as the tension builds, the deaths get more ridiculous, as do the costumes, and the bursts of laughter come with ever increasing frequency. This is a tight, wicked work from a genius director, and worth watching just to see Udo Kier (and several others) dressed in drag.

Salon Kitty (Tinto Brass, 1976)

Surprisingly, this film has a lot more to offer than the simple thrills that one would usually associate with the mere thought of Naziploitation. In actuality, I had a really good time watching it, and it was certainly far exceeded my meagre expectations. Margherita is a wonderful character; she is cute, smart, and easy to go along with. Kitty (played by Ingrid Thulin, hah), is also an interesting character, but for very different reasons. Even the choreographed and sexualised dance sequences don’t come off as tacky, but rather as artistic, unabashed exhibition. There is a lot to see and a lot to think about, and even more to just react to viscerally. Though the ideas behind the narrative may be simplistic, even overdone, I have never seen them rendered like this, and as such the film manages to feel bright and original, even today.

The story revolves around a group of carefully chosen women who have been put together in a brothel to serve Nazi men during WWII. Naturally, such a premise will entail a lot of sex, and with Salon Kitty it most certainly does, but there is something organic about the erotica and nudity which gives it a homely quality, and doesn’t make me feel nearly as dirty as it should, especially considering the abhorrent sexual encounters that are depicted throughout. Behind this elaborate setup is the real, more sinister purpose of the brothel: to spy on the Nazi customers in hopes of recording material that can then be used by an egotistical Nazi officer for blackmail. It can get pretty complex at times. On a visual level, the film is a success; the camera work is grand, the costume and set design are alive and immersive, and the editing is more than sufficient. It is key that nothing on the production side of things be shoddy, as such deficiencies would seriously detract from a film with such lurid subject matter. Luckily, this film holds it together until the credits roll, and overall delivers a compelling, stylistic punch.