There's a scene in 'Maria's Lovers' 1984, where Ivan (played by John Savage) burns his hand on a stove to prove his love. After we got home from the movie, my girlfriend said she would do the same for me. Of course the relationship didn't last, and wouldn't she have felt silly by that gesture? That's what's going on here. Add a bit of 'In the Realm of the Senses' and voila.
35mm, rewatched. I realized now the dimension of representation of this film - a demiurgical work deep inscribed in image's linguistic politicization act. With Luciano Tovoli's glaucously pale cinematography, (con)textualized in industrial and suburban architectures, a film in which the flesh pushes itself into a silent paranoia and gets lost in the intricacies of what resists to it: conscience and its variations.
Must say, I had a difficult time slicing rare roast beef with an electric carving knife during the Sunday family meal, shortly after viewing "La Derniere Femme" in 1979. . . and grateful I haven't used an electric carving knife since. Although bruised, used, and confused, following my spouse's affair; I survived with my bodily appendages intact - and my heart cracked.