Liquid Sky is a 1982 science fiction film produced and directed by Slava Tsukerman that has become a cult classic on the midnight movie circuit. The screenplay, which features an absurd storyline, was written by Slava, his wife Nina Kerova, and Anne Carlisle, and the director of photography, Yuri Neyman was a special-effects expert from the Soviet Union. Anne Carlisle also wrote a novel based on the movie in 1987.
The film had a $500,000 budget, which meant that Tsukerman and his wife had to use a renovated Greenwich Village loft as the sound stage. The music for the film was composed by Brenda Hutchinson and Clive Smith using the Fairlight CMI, the first digital sampler/synthesiser. Much of it was original, while some songs were interpretations of music by Carl Orff and Baroque composer Marin Marais.
Vladislav “Slava” Tsukerman (born 1940) is an Russian film director. He was born in the Soviet Union and emigrated in 1973 with his wife Nina Kerova to Israel. In 1976 he moved to New York City. He is best known for producing, directing, and writing the screenplay for the 1982 cult film Liquid Sky. He also directed the 2004 documentary Stalin’s Wife (about Nadezhda Alliluyeva) and the 2008 film Perestroika.
Liquid Sky was produced and directed by Slava Tsukerman who, prior to making Liquid Sky, had a successful career as a documentary and TV film maker in the USSR and Israel. The screenplay was written by Slava Tsukerman, his wife and ubiquitous co-producer Nina V. Kerova, and Anne Carlisle, who also enacted the film’s two leading roles. The director of photography, Yuri Neyman, a Russian émigré, was the DP and special effects expert. Anne Carlisle also wrote a novel based on the movie in 1987.
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A gigantic mess! I totally loved its visuals and experimental music and the insane plot. Liquid Sky (the Rhythm Box scene!) is probably the eightiest thing in the world. Aliens and killing vaginas on the loose: you better watch your orgasms.
''Liquid Sky, key to heaven the milk of paradise, that's what they used to call it'' Some of the songs of the soundtrack remind me of Geneva Jacuzzi.
Also: Terry Gilliam on (not really) slowing down at 70.
An alien the size of plate lands on a rooftop, while punk/new wavers dance their heart out at a new wave club… then we are given the POV of the shapeless aliens as they peer into a rooftop apartment… read review
