Katzelmacher (1969, Rainer Werner Fassbinder) is another one of Fassbinder’s bleak little gloom dumps. Its languor is a cinematic device to convey depression. 5 women. 5 men. Its theme, sex is currency, money is currency. Its entire runtime devoted to gossip, prejudice, hypocrisy, spiteful bickering, backstabbing, deception, borrowing and lending money and sex interchangeably among a friendgroup living in a low rent apartment building in a neighborhood we get the sense they all grew up not far from. And it depicts everything there is to say about society. Because what else is there to say?
The moral of the story here is if you have the looks, you charge for sex. If you don’t, you pay for sex. Life in a nutshell. Through the first act the whole time the boyfriens of the 2 women keep talking about some risky plan what they’re discussing is their intentions to each pimp out their own girlfriends. That’s a new one for the dudebros. But it’s also integral to defining the infrastructure in this microcosm. And one of the two dudes makes his money as secret rough trade to a regular.
Fassbinder maintains his ongoing theme, exploiting the wellbeing of others for profit. Katzelmacher is a dead end. This little community suck the life out of each other. When the foreigner arrives, him being from another country is only the surface, the deeper meaning is he is different because he has hope, tenderness, and if not happy to be alive, at least he appreciates his existence and what he has. That’s why he’s a target. That’s why MARIE (Hanna Schygulla) wants him. That’s why they click him in the street. And that’s what crushes his tender affection for her. That’s why his slumlord in the making landlady overcharges him (and begins her search to do the same to as many more foreigners as she can).
The style of Katzelmacher is as oppressive as its substance. It might be the only movie ever made where noticeably every single camera setup is flat. As in lines in each frame run perfectly level, parallel along x axis. Nor does the camera ever move. Save for one instance, which is repeated often, and the only time music is used in the film (a sparse piece for solo piano), a leading 2 shot where characters walk and talk outside the building, maybe a courtyard.
Then there’s ROSY, the one woman who openly accepts money for sex, who when doing so, or socializing with anyone in her flat, is shot in an all-white walls vacuum void. ELISABETH (Irm Hermann) is the only one with any real money. And Rosy is the only one capable of earning a living by having sex for money. But by the end of the film it becomes apparent Elisabeth will live comfortably, probably becoming wealthy. Yet Rosy has dreams of being in showbusiness that everyone, including us, are made to clearly understand has no chance of happening. I don’t read this as some sob story boo hoo critique as much as I accept is as a refreshingly succinct take observation.
And as brutal depressing as Katzelmacher is, by the final act it proves too much, to the point I can’t bear it any longer, and then it becomes hilarious. Full circle. Just like life. Hey, things aren’t so bad after all.
Fassbinder maintains his ongoing theme, exploiting the wellbeing of others for profit. Katzelmacher is a dead end. This little community suck the life out of each other. When the foreigner arrives, him being from another country is only the surface, the deeper meaning is he is different because he has hope, tenderness, and if not happy to be alive, at least he appreciates his existence and what he has. That’s why he’s a target. That’s why MARIE (Hanna Schygulla) wants him. That’s why they click him in the street. And that’s what crushes his tender affection for her. That’s why his slumlord in the making landlady overcharges him (and begins her search to do the same to as many more foreigners as she can).
The style of Katzelmacher is as oppressive as its substance. It might be the only movie ever made where noticeably every single camera setup is flat. As in lines in each frame run perfectly level, parallel along x axis. Nor does the camera ever move. Save for one instance, which is repeated often, and the only time music is used in the film (a sparse piece for solo piano), a leading 2 shot where characters walk and talk outside the building, maybe a courtyard.
Then there’s ROSY, the one woman who openly accepts money for sex, who when doing so, or socializing with anyone in her flat, is shot in an all-white walls vacuum void. ELISABETH (Irm Hermann) is the only one with any real money. And Rosy is the only one capable of earning a living by having sex for money. But by the end of the film it becomes apparent Elisabeth will live comfortably, probably becoming wealthy. Yet Rosy has dreams of being in showbusiness that everyone, including us, are made to clearly understand has no chance of happening. I don’t read this as some sob story boo hoo critique as much as I accept is as a refreshingly succinct take observation.
And as brutal depressing as Katzelmacher is, by the final act it proves too much, to the point I can’t bear it any longer, and then it becomes hilarious. Full circle. Just like life. Hey, things aren’t so bad after all.