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.