Like a porn parody debasement of 'Sunrise' where temptation trumps, 'La Marge' is an evocative marriage of sex and pop. The vacuity of the modern city is a place to get lost in, but your length of stay will depend on how erotic you find egg foreplay. I find there's a limit to my enjoyment of films which distill the depersonalisation of capitalism with sex, and this one reaches it.
An oversized shirt collar, loads of cash, a cache of hard boiled eggs, and a cascade of Pink Floyd proves to be a prime method for getting laid and forgetting about the past. But, like much of Boro, femme fatale wins again; even an attempt to steer to a dark void to escape, a seemingly nowhere on earth, whores still blanket this man's lost soul. Deliciously shot, essential for any fan.
Shades of Last Tango in Paris, where a damaged couple once again find an escape through an expression of primal carnality. Here, their encounters provide a release from a pain & grief too devastating to put into words. Like several other Borowczyk films, the development of the final act elevates the work to a greater level of emotional depth; introducing a psychological subtext & complexity that is entirely moving.