Showing posts with label 1979 movie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1979 movie. Show all posts

Sunday, September 28, 2025

One battle after another


Art film espionage thriller spoof. The Third Generation (1979, Rainer Werner Fassbinder) takes aim at a terrorist cell whose members are bourgeois pseudointellectuals with nothing better to do with their lives. It thoroughly builds a sociopolitical power dynamic causal web connecting how each of its ensemble are connected and affected by this stupid little game. Its tone is deadly serious. It’s mode of ridicule is calculated controlled sparse. 
     The consolidation of power rules the world. AUGUST (Volker Spengler) runs the terrorist group. PJ LURZ (Eddie Constantine) runs big business. At the highest level of secrecy is the conspiracy these two have schemed up. A sinister for profit mutually beneficial partnership. Their motive: terrorism as ploy to get the government to provide greater security measures for transnational conglomerates. Fun and games man. On the surface Fassbinder takes all of this very serious. 
 
The first signs something’s off begin with some contempt for Jean-Luc Godard. So you know how there’s that line from Le petit soldat (1963, Godard) “cinema is truth twenty-four times per second?” In The Third Generation Lurz blathers that dialogue “Movies consist of twenty-five lies a second, and because everything is a lie, it’s also the truth. And the fact that the truth is also a lie that becomes clear with every movie you watch. But in movies, ideas mask the lies and suggest they are truth.” And the way in The Third Generation its Godard style chapter headings are all filthy depraved lewd or xenophobic bigotry quotes claiming to have been transcribed from scrawlings found in men’s rooms in public toilets suggests a beef. Or playful subversion. Your pick.
     Additionally when HILDE (Bulle Ogier) teaches that political class and the student challenges her confronting her lesson plan on the 1848 revolution and her curriculum with his own interpretation as fomenting another Third Reich she shuts him down. Meaning the point of all this seems to be Fassbinder showing how what all of this posturing has in common is that it’s so convoluted as to be pointless. Yet its adherents take it all so very seriously. High stakes. Life or death. And not just their own but innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire as well.
     That’s what the junkie means to me. No one cares about her but they all complain she’s jeopardizing their cover. Particularly telling is that line one of them says “she’ll probably leave soon anyway,” you know they really mean od. But because the one character who truly cares about her is Günther Kaufmann as FRANZ WALSCH (a very important name in a Fassbinder movie) there is a possibility that substance abuse severe drug problem is likened to terrorism albeit in contrast depicting what terrorism does to a large group drug dependency does to the individual. Hard drugs illegal narcotics increase spending in government and private sectors healthcare and law enforcement (increasing profits for those who stand to gain). Racketeering. Fun and games man. Her oding also is what deadens Franz to caring about his own life and enables him to be enlisted by the terrorist cell. The spread of disaffection death. Right? See? Okay now we’re in Fassbinder territory proper. 
 
The white knuckle thriller tone of The Third Generation crescendos until the final act when it becomes a melodrama. Okay the other big tipoff as to how to interpret all this is the disguises the terrorist cell use. First there’s that bank robbery and Franz goes full on blackface. Then when they subsequently are forced into hiding they get increasingly ridiculous. August as a woman. That couple with the baby is gut punch riot hilarious. Especially because they play it deadpan against type. Like where did they get a baby? For a prop disguise to take into hiding? There’s no mention of where the baby even came from. Too much. I love it.
     And the only thing to rival the baby is how the one character BERNHARD VON STEIN who actually decides something has to be done about the group becomes entangled in a police investigation and as he’s cooperating for no reason has this insane Sergio Leone shot falling from great heights down a stairwell. There’s your spoof proof. 
     We know August is manipulating these misguided gullible marks yet the world they live in has its allure. Hipster crashpad. Like what is it they say about cults? The people who end up in them are those with no life empty looking for anything to believe in. A new direction for Fassbinder. Another stand-alone masterpiece in alienation disillusionment trajectory.

Saturday, September 27, 2025

The mistake people make is to love one person the rest of their lives


Never really cared for The Marriage of Maria Braun (1979, Rainer Werner Fassbinder). Sure it’s the long awaited look you’d expect once Fassbinder made it to the big time. Lavish eleagantly realized production value bombed out postwar Berlin rubble. Period romance? Don’t listen to me I’m biased. I crave the Fassbinder anguished longing miserable disillusionment trajectory this film sorely lacks. Neither the plot specifically nor the characterizations work for me.
     The film opens so so. The subjective POV (yes I realize that term is redundant) handheld roaming through the massive crowd exterior trainyard scene of Maria looking for her missing husband is great. Aforementioned rubble. The solider tossing a loosie dogpile for it superb. Blackmarket resourcefulness. GI hookup out of necessity convenience. When Hermann gets out is when the story has legs.
     But no. Hermann is cold and distant. There’s nothing there. And it works but. After he goes to prison for his (justified) crime of passion you think we’d resent Maria just a little. But no. Full on feminist (not that there’s anything wrong with that) epic follows Maria for the rest of the running time as an obnoxiously Mary Sue who just happens to quickly pick up perfect English from an American soldier she’s had sex with a few times; finds a job with some CEO where she’s all of a sudden completely competent translator distinguished in the finest of nuances in the language; and a shrewd business-political negotiator formidable girlboss who becomes rich and all powerful. She’s also a perfect friend/daughter/wife.
     See the thing is this is obviously a tradrole gender reversal. Everything I just mentioned if Maria were a man no one would think twice about. But the dynamic between the plot involving Maria and Hernann’s marriage always comes off as a cold and stubborn stalemate that never resolves itself. And okay I get that’s probably the point. It’s supposed to be that way because I think they even say it somewhere the postwar years in West Germany “were no time for feelings.” I think Maria says it while Hermann’s in prison “It’s not a good time for feelings.” 
     By the end I almost enjoy Maria’s arch from loyal wife to cruel little tyrant mogul. When that receptionist tries to make a lunch date with Oswald and Maria makes her cry then laughs at her is too harsh. And I almost think I’m gonna feel bad for her. But you know the ending. Not that in a million years would I expect anyone to take my idea of the ending seriously but I think leaving that gas burner on is the movie gods’ revenge on us having to have been expected to buy the Senkenberg reading of Oswald's will ending.