"Querelle" was a cold unerotic experience for me, but then again I am more a follower of Jeanne Moreau's dirty talk than Brad Davis anyway. The sweaty, frank sexscene was hard to see. It is a very good-looking film but the nice package lacks a heart. I find it an interesting companion piece to "Salo" though another "last film directed by a controversial director" in a sex fantasy homo-erotic S&M fever dream.
Genet’s lyric prose is difficult to translate to the screen, and not even Fassbinder manages to do it. There’s the cheesy Lieutenant talking to the tape recorder, and a rather akward voiceover (but the text screens worked for me splendidly). Yet Fassbinder managed to create a wonderful mix of theatrics and cinema, a colourful extravaganza that is visually more impressive than anything he ever did.
2-3. For better or worse, it's a lot like 'The Romance of the Rose', in the way that characters will launch into long poetic tangents. Granted, that gives it the same issues as something like Bakemonogatari, in that the meat is overexposed by dialogue. But I'd be lying if I said that, and the wooden acting, didn't add a certain je ne sais quoi to the otherworldly alien, yet visceral, atmosphere of the movie.
Despite te craftmanship of Fassbinder this feels more like Village People the movie. How can a gay director produce such a cliche movie about homosexuals? O course, as in almost all of Fassbinder's work, colours and camera are outstanding. But this cannot save this movie from being ridiculous.