"Querelle had entered into a kind of unspoken pact with the Devil. He had not written over either his body or his soul, but rather something which is just as valuable: a friend. And the death of this friend would sanctify his crime. It is our task to express the universal quality of a specific phenomenon. We are no longer concerned with a work of art – for a work of art is free."
Could have been made for TV, shot in the most brilliant synthetic of fire and ice, a theatrical inundation. Indeed a sadomasochistic endeavor, and a literal jump in the pond for RWF, the sinking. Now please make a proper transfer of "Women in New York," okay? We deserve it. Come on, sailor, touch it.
In una Brest posticcia (tutto girato in un meraviglioso teatro di posa) si narra la discesa negli Inferi di Querelle,marinaio vittima delle attenzioni del suo capitano e di tutti gli uomini che fanno parte della sua vita;è un uomo inquieto,incapace di amare,succube di un tormentato rapporto di amore ed odio con il fratello.Forse troppo difficile,ma sicuramente tagliente,crudo e poetico.Estetica e fotografia da urlo.
I find it rather suiting that fassbinder ended his career with a movie where the main character is striving for his identity and struggles with emotional strength. It just feels like the right note to end on. Be it that the note is a very erotically surreal note. The only thing that stops me from loving it is the inauthenticity of the dialogue and the lackluster lead performance.
Dedicated to the recently deceased El Hedi ben Salem, his former lover and star of his greatest masterpiece Ali: Fear Eats The Soul, Fassbinder's final film before his own premature death is a luridly experimental adaptation of Genet's novel about the adventures of a sailor turned smuggler and murderer. Visually impressive and wildly over the top, Herr Fassbinder ended his career with a unique and dreamlike oddity...
Bizarrely has the reputation as 'lesser Fassbinder' (too stylized? too sexual? too queer?) but for me its his most ALIVE. A beautiful experience, erotic, melancholy, hilarious. The queers in this film are armed with switchblades, tough, violent, funny and refuse to be labeled, this is a delirious glimpse of what gay film could have been like before it went all bland, inoffensive, domestic and overly corporate.
i finally got around to watching querelle. i'm not sure whether it is a masterpiece or whether it's absolutely terrible....it's bizarre how experimental it is, harking back to his earlier films and disregarding the later more conventional ones with everything but the visual fassbinder look which is taken to glorious new heights in this film, if only he had lived to be able to do the voiceover...
The film stands as an operatic labyrinth of nihilism and discovery, a prophetic externalization of Fassbinder's subjectivity: artist, murderer, lover. Though its breath seems restricted to the air of his work and life, its lungs are vast and loving and revelling at the end of a nightmare. In his own remarks on Querelle: "The ultimate goal of all human endeavor: to live one's own life."