Film Review
By the mid-1980s, Jean-Pierre Mocky had already acquired a reputation for
visceral anarchy with his films making increasingly virulent assaults on
the failings of contemporary society.
La Machine à découdre
is probably the most visceral and anarchic of all his films, and this could
explain its present reputation as one of the director's least appreciated
works - that and the terrible acting, sloppy direction and some unbelievably
hideous music (which is so evocative of the 1980s you end up wishing the
decade had never existed). Mocky's adaptation of a crime novel by American
writer Gil Brewer is as unhinged as the character he plays, a completely
deranged psychopath who is obsessed with a humanitarian cause as he goes
about slaughtering innocent bystanders. It's a typically Mocky-esque
self-portrait, and about as subtle as a three-legged diplodocus in a luminescent
pink shell-suit.
Mocky's usual obsessions are trotted out with even less thought and coherence
than usual so that
La Machine à découdre ends up looking
like nothing more than a demented rant from a very angry man, which is of
course exactly what it is. Mocky is right to be offended by how we
in the privileged West salve our consciences by occasionally handing over
a pittance to humanitarian charities whilst our political masters glibly
sanction the sale of arms to those countries that are the cause of so many
of the humanitarian disasters that so offend our delicate sensibilities.
We all know that Mocky loathes hypocrisies of this kind with every fibre
of his being - and so should we - but instead of making his anger and disgust
felt in a way that is likely to win others around to his way of thinking
he merely goes on a debauched rampage, like a velociraptor with its tail
on fire.
Mocky's laughably over-the-top excesses are apparent not only in the quantity
of gratuitous violence he flings at us, a surfeit of gore that even Sam Peckinpah
would have difficulty surpassing, but also in the amount of full-frontal
female nudity he puts on display, mostly from his future wife and muse Patricia
Barzyk. It was a sad sign of the times. With the thriller genre
rapidly going out of style in the mid-1980s, filmmakers were having to resort
to more extreme measures to attract an audience, so gory killings, naked
ex-beauty queens and pointless chases scored by the most hideous synth music imaginable
became
de rigueur for all but the most restrained of policier film
directors. Perhaps the main problem problem with
La Machine à
découdre is that you can never be sure whether Mocky intended
his film to be a scurrilous parody of this kind of film or whether he is
merely aping its excesses so as not to appear out of touch with prevailing
cinemagoing tastes. In either case the pudding is over-egged somewhat.
© James Travers 2016
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Film Synopsis
In a coastal town in the south of France an unemployed man, Steff Muller,
is desperate to raise cash as his wife is about to give birth. The
only asset he has left is the last gun in his collection of firearms, but
as he drifts around town he fails to find a buyer. Then he meets Ralph
Enger, a strange man who is out collecting money so that he can build a hospital
for the blind victims of war. Having saved Enger from being knocked
down by a coach, Steff is surprised when the curious individual begins following
him around town. They meet again in a café, where Steff does
his best to interest its owner in his gun. He cannot believe his eyes
when Enger grabs hold of the weapon and shoots the café owner dead
without any provocation. Before the police arrive, the two men make
a hasty exit. At gunpoint, Steff is taken by Enger to an apartment
where he is holding prisoner a naked woman, Liliane. Realising that
Enger is completely deranged, Steff and Liliane allow themselves to be caught
up in his insane killing spree as the police try to hunt them down.
The next stop is the house of Steff's neighbours, which becomes the scene
of another bloodbath...
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