...also, not to look at EVERY movie through the lens of the pandemic, but the opening line is: “Isolation in a chamber that must be sealed off from the outside world because it’s full of deadly gas, a chamber in which one must wear a mask to survive, strongly evokes the conditions under which the modern man lives.” Yikes.
Ferreri takes Italian cinema’s favorite man-grappling-with-existential-angst trope, strips away most of the dialogue, then filters the mundanity through a colorful style that verges on the psychedelic at times. His “hero,” a disaffected gas mask maker, prowls around his house looking to break the tedium. Finding an old revolver, he dunks it in bright red paint, disassembling and reassembling it while half-watching home movies projected against his walls, vacation shots and abstract footage of two hands performing elaborate finger choreography. His pent-up, erratic behavior becomes increasingly absurd and childlike, and while I cannot pretend to have any idea what point Ferrari is trying to make about society, the cumulative effect of his images is hypnotic.
...also, not to look at EVERY movie through the lens of the pandemic, but the opening line is: “Isolation in a chamber that must be sealed off from the outside world because it’s full of deadly gas, a chamber in which one must wear a mask to survive, strongly evokes the conditions under which the modern man lives.” Yikes.
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