Synopsis
A woman vanishes. Her husband inquires into the strange circumstances of her disappearance. Did she leave him? Is she dead? As he goes along searching, he plunges into a world of nightmare and violence...
2013 ‘L'Étrange Couleur des larmes de ton corps’ Directed by Hélène Cattet, Bruno Forzani
A woman vanishes. Her husband inquires into the strange circumstances of her disappearance. Did she leave him? Is she dead? As he goes along searching, he plunges into a world of nightmare and violence...
Belgacom Centre du Cinéma et de l'Audiovisuel de la FWB VOO Fonds Film in Vlaanderen Red Lion Mollywood Tobina Film Canal+ Ciné+ Film Fund Luxembourg
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this movie is for people who go to art galleries to see a neon sign that says "FUCK"
Hoop-Tober, Film 18 of 31:
Unratable, hardly reviewable. One of the most abstract films that I have ever seen. Narrative cinema completely out the window. More sensory overload that a combination of all the films that Benoit Debie has shot put together. Nonlinear. Symbolic. Vagina-shaped wounds. The womb. Sex and death. Psychological and internal states of mind as plot. A film so intoxicating that, with only a 102 minute runtime, it may overstay its welcome. Completely exhausting. Nausea and headache inducing. In a good way. And a bad way. A technical masterpiece, at the very least. Impeccable cinematography and editing. Unbelievable colors. Unique and original, but owing a lot to its influences. An atmospheric continuation of Amer (but even further…
I can understand how this could be an exhausting experience for a lot of viewers. It doesn't allow itself to breathe and has a very demanding presence. There's no wiggle room at all. I, however, am a genre fan of excess and it worked for me on a lot of levels. Typically I love an attention to detail. A dresser table, the pattern on a scarf, something glowy happening in an exterior. Little flashes of the film's universe makes me image horny, and this film is nothing but those flashes. It's practically a kind of visual copulation. It's so detail obsessed that it's barely a narrative film. I felt somewhat conflicted after watching 'Amer'. It had similar elements but didn't…
A few years back when I first heard about this film I was beyond exited, I liked Amer quite a bit and couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into what seemed to be right up my alley.
Sure, it’s beautiful and meticulously crafted—this duo is so talented but I felt like I was playing a never nightmare edition ending game of “spot the reference” and it felt so grating to me. Tropes are to be expected, and I know this is meant to be an uncomfortable abstract journey but I dunno... maybe it’s because it’s my favorite genre, but even though many of the images in this picture belong in an art museum I just couldn’t shake the feeling that the…
calling this a mere giallo homage is way too reductive. like AMER it's a purely audio-visually abstracted exercise interrogating an entire subgenre's fear of female sexual desire and the consequences of that fear.
A kaleidoscopic Giallogasm, The Strange Colour of Your Body's Tears is every fetishistic quirk and visually arresting Giallo motif ripped from the guts of an already strange sub-genre and spliced into something brilliantly deranged.
I imagine that watching this film is akin to looking through the eyes of your most twisted Giallo killer and finding it impossible to coherently focus on anything but the mad passions that compel them!
I get the feeling that The Strange Colour of Your Body's Tears will possibly confound all but the most open minded of genre fans looking for nods to Argento, Martino, Lenzi and the rest.
This is challenging, formally experimental film-making, unconcerned with cheap homage.
The weirdest part of my screening experience was having a song from Alessandro Alessandroni's 'Killer Nun' score pop into my head only moments before it was used in the film!
2 minutes into the opening credits and I knew this would be a trip. Hemorrhaging color, razor edged, psychotic, bluesy and jackhammer hard. For those of you referencing “fever dream” in your other reviews, this is the mother ship. Devoid of coherence, this murder mystery is made for your animal brain. Bizarre. Confused. A neutron bomb of sensory overload. Recommended for giallo fans post peyote.
"I'm looking for my wife."
"She hadn’t disappeared, it was he who was afraid of disappearing."
This movie is absolutely crazy, but it's also about someone going absolutely crazy, so it kind of makes sense in a senseless kind of way.
In reductively simplistic terms, The Strange Color of Your Body's Tears is a giallo-tinted mystery/horror thriller wrapped around a commentary on the sexual politics of giallo-tinted mystery/horror thrillers. That explanation is too basic not only because the film simply has more layers than that description implies, but also because of the sheer experimental nature of the film’s editing and general visual presentation.
The story begins when a man comes home to find his wife missing, and from there it…
All style and no substance makes Lou a dull boy..
Actually, that's not entirely true. I don't mind style over substance movies. I might even enjoy them more than most people. When the style undercuts a promising story setup, however, I tend to get annoyed. That's definitely the case with The Strange Color of Your Body's Tears. Plus, I really didn't like how Cattet and Forzani kept hitting me over the head with references and visual cues (to Italian genre movies).
If you want to check out a movie by these filmmakers then check out Let the Corpses Tan.
Hooptober 8.0, pt.2- In which Ethan's brain is thoroughly melted by Belgian insanity (and the British train service), so only has a collection of random thoughts from this film.
2/6 Countries (Australia, Belgium)
2/8- Decades (1980s, 2010s)
1/3- Films with POC as director or lead (excluding Asian)
1st Hélène Cattet, 1st Bruno Forzani
1. Chose this because Cattet is a woman of colour, but what is interesting is how this never seems to come up as a subject in her interviews; a brief Google search reveals nothing. That's very interesting in today's Western cinematic landscape, where it's not out of line to say that attributes like race, sex and orientation are often played up in interviews and publicity as one…
The eleven years it has taken Helene Cattet and Bruno Forzani to complete this second film can be seen in the slavish attention to detail that dominates their continuing tribute to Italian giallos. It will serve as one of this years most divisive films which has been proved so far with praise and criticism ranging from the lavish to the most damning.
What will remain indisputable is the technical prowess on display that turns this into a stunning work of art. From the moment that a man returns home from a business trip to find his girlfriend has mysteriously disappeared our senses are assaulted through a barrage of visual and audio collages that truly unnerve.
Plot wise there is very…
Impotent men and their naive fear-fantasy of feminine desire. The only pleasure he can imagine for her is in his own emasculation, because surely she must be conspiring in his defeat, that’s the only explanation he can imagine for his absolute powerlessness. He's only too happy to blame her for his symbolic castration, his evisceration from the realm of ecstatic enjoyment, when he only has himself to blame for falling from the throne. He opens the door to primordial jouissance and shrinks away in fear. She stares into the abyss and discovers herself.