Un chant d'amour (1950)

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   ignatzkat

   A touching, dreamlike love story. Anyone who can get past a childish "ewwww, dicks!" reaction will get a lot out of this. (And of course, if your reaction is instead "yaaay, dicks!" then it's even better!) 13 years 6 months ago
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   spartacus007

   http://www.ubu.com/film/genet.html 13 years 8 months ago
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   AdGuzman

   https://www.icheckmovies.com/profiles/godpepper/ shared a fitting article about this groundbreaking short film, it is a Foucaldian view of the film and I'm quite sure Jean Genet will approve such words, the new link is here:
   
   http://disparamag.com/archivo/tras-las-rejas-una-soledad-corriendose
   
   Unfortunately is in Spanish but I'm trying my best to translate a few words of the article that I think shed an important light on the film:
   
   

   quote:

   ...el carcelero no tiene más poder que el de la violencia. La luz que sus ojos arrojan sobre los presos corriéndose no es más que un panóptico que desearía poder ser algo más que un gran ojo vigilante. La polla de un preso tiene más poder que la pistola, que solo aparece como farsa, y el deseo se reparte horizontalmente, de celda a celda, mientras el guarda las recorre con la vista, sin poder de intervención. la vida siempre está más allá del mecanismo
   
   que
   
   el verdadero poder está en la arquitectura. se construye la cárcel y sobre su relieve se construye la vida. el uso del dildo es, en este caso, el uso de las paredes, de los cigarros, de las manos, de las rejas. el espacio dividido, los cuerpos repartidos en el espacio, el arquitecto pintando las soledades en un lienzo, el sexo nace entre las paredes como el bebé nace entre el idioma que habla su madre
   
   que
   
   nosotrxs también tenemos la mano entre las piernas
   
   y
   
   hay que averiguar qué arquitectura nos separa y cómo hacer agujeros en las paredes

   
   
   
   

   quote:

   ...the prison guard has no more power than that of violence. The light his eyes cast on the prisoners come is no more than a panopticon and he wished it could be more than a vigilant eye. The cock of a prisoner has more power than his gun, which only appears as a farce, and the desire is distributed horizontally, from cell to cell, while the guard walks it with the view, without any power of intervention.
   
   Life is always beyond the mechanism
   
   that
   
   The true power is in architecture. The prison is built and life is built on its skirts. The use of the dildo is, in this case, the use of the walls, the cigarettes, the hands, even the bars. Divided spaces, bodies scattered in those spaces, the architect is painting the solitudes on a canvas, sex is born between the walls, as the baby is born between the language spoken by his mother
   
   
   We also have our hands between our legs
   
   and
   
   We have to figure out what type of architecture separates us and how to make holes in the walls.
   
   

   
   
   Perhaps is not the best translation I could do, I'm used to read Foucault mainly in Spanish, so I couldn't quite grasp the terms used in the English translations of his works, which are present in the Spanish article presented by GodPepper.
   
   Loved the film, I truly enjoyed it and think it was way ahead of time, the content of the story is revolutionary, its use of symbolisms is hypnotic and alluring, the utilitarian camera work and detailing of the story just makes richer the experience of this amusing canción de amor. 7 years 1 month ago

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