The Deadman

‘The film manages to approximate the transgressive poetic prose of Bataille (a mixture of elegance, raunchy defilement and barbaric splendour) while celebrating female sexual desire without the usual patriarchal porn trimmings. Equally remarkable for its endlessly inventive soundtrack and its beautiful black and white photography, it already bears the earmarks of an authentic avant-garde classic. The relationship between the visual story-telling, the ornate printed titles, and the occasional voice-over is both subtle and complex, mixing tenses and cross-weaving modes of narration with a unique fusion of abandon and rigour.’ – Jonathan Rosenbaum