We tend to talk a lot about a sense of physicality in horror films, about a tactile presence of the body in the image. “The Act of Seeing With One’s Own Eyes” is a film of pure physicality: it is the physical divorced from the cerebral and the spiritual. It is corporeal cinema. Anatomical cinema. If “body horror” were not already a genre it would need to be invented to account for this.
Autopsy: From the Greek, autopsis; autos (self) + opsis (a sight/something seen). The act of seeing with one's own eyes. Who'd have thought that 32 minutes of silent post-mortems would make for the most profoundly revealing introspective, philosophical, even spiritual experience I've ever had watching a film? The Greeks, I guess... Extraordinary. I'm indebted to Brakhage.
Never before have I seen a film that was so obviously brilliant, but left me never wanting to see it ever again. I probably will of course, but nonetheless--few films balance the dizzyingly surreal and bluntly realistic in such an extraordinary manner.
I'm strongly divided on this. Although I praised Stan Brakhage's cinematic achievement, this film just felt unethical. These procedures aren't meant for public consumption, even to shock the audience. At least no faces were shown.
The best film of this triology of Pittsburgh. All this 3 institutions are in certain way dispositif hidden by society. The law control your body and moral, the hospital rules your life, but the morgue is the interdict space. Our bodies became sacralized by our religions and death became a tabu. What’s Barkhage give us is the idea of flesh, the body is just that after death.
We're meat and bones, either dead or alive. We'll all go through this one day. The body in the frame is interestingly shown, and puting the legists and the corpses under the same view gives a great emphasis on the body as a form on itself. Horrifying at first, it then became a meditation on the body with formal poetry ; because the body opens like a flower on a legist table.
8 - Man as material, but that which we are, we are. One of the very few films that doesn't sugar-coat death, and consequently one of the most sincere, while remaining respectful. Thank God they haven't invented smellevision yet.
What separates us from other animals? As one can acknowledge here, the difference seems to lie only in our brains, hyper-evolved in comparison, whose butchering is also shown. This is a film so powerful that any remaining anthropocentric fool who happens to stumble upon it will be at least partially changed. We are nothing but bags of meat, Brakhage reminds us. Just like any other mammal.