Forget One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, this is the nuthouse film to watch. It fits the fun exploitative b genre, but tackles the subconscious of the type of men 60s America had thrown to the wayside, including a self-hating black man. A wild trip to be had.
An exquisite psychological and political labyrinth that manipulates superbly cinematic tropes and conventions (like the repressed face of the 'other' as the enemy), provides a disturbing view of human sexuality, yields, in cascades of color, epiphanies of the three mental patients, the tormented idenity inversions that obscure reason and turns the ambitious reported into a catatonic mirror of systemic authority.
It's sad how there's an unbreachable barrier of history separating me from Shock Corridor. Imagine mainlining this movie in 1963 and feeling all those issues, aesthetics, and emotions in your veins just explode and take shape as the decade progressed. I just wish the movie's central plotline could have been half as interesting as everything that happens around it. Though I suppose the studio system...
Absolutely hilarious. I have rarely seen something so wrong in almost every possible way. It's really about acting. His job is to act like a crazy person, but he just goes waaaaay over the top. The girlfriend is a stripper? Fuller complained the movie was not exploitation. Hah! Nice seeing Roscoe P. Coltrane.
Much of it is hammy, dated and badly acted, but the scenes of madness remain effective. There's a Zizekian/Lynchian dynamic at work here. Whenever the film strives for reality, it's corny and stupid. Whenever it depicts fits of "madness", it gets interesting, something is happening, something takes place. Yes, maybe that is America.
The title is apt, as the experience is akin to being electrocuted. The themes and meanings of this film are interesting: the corruption and manipulation of the media into a tool for glory, the destructive madness of the overly strong work ethic, the morality of journalism. What is most striking to me however is how the fame seeking journalist is totally oblivious to the real issues going on in the American landscape.
Décevant, mal vieilli et surtout ne "parle" de la folie qu'à travers des poncifs éculés. Quant à la dénonciation des électrochocs, c'est une redite du genre. Peut-être peut on reconnaître le courage de Fuller qui porte à l'écran les revendications des droits civiques pour les noirs, ce qui en 1963 n'était pas sans compromission pour un réalisateur, juste un avant le Civil Rights Act de 1964 et le Voting Rights Act 64
Les ficelles sont un peu grosses (la folie prévisible du héros, la dénonciation du racisme, le sacrifice de l'amour, les médecins bernés, la faiblesse de l'intrigue...) et le film a mal vieilli (du moins souffre-t-il de la comparaison avec les "Vol au dessus d'un nid de coucous" et autres "Shutter Island").