CONSPIRATORS OF PLEASURE


Title   Cast   Director   Year Shown  Other Info    Country  Notes 


Spiklenci Slasti

Czech Republic / Switzerland / England, 1996, 75 min

Shown in 1997

CREDITS

dir
Jan Svankmajer
prod
Jaromír Kallista
scr
Jan Svankmajer
cam
Miloslav Spála
editor
Marie Zemanová
cast
Petr Meissel, Gabriela Wilhelmová, Barbora Hrzánová, Anna Wetlinská, Jirí Lábus, Pavel Novy

OTHER

source
Zeitgeist Films, 247 Centre Street, 2nd Floor, New York, NY 10013. FAX: 212-274-1644
premiere
North American Premiere

COMMENTS

Jan Svankmajer received the 1997 Persistence of Vision Award.
Conspirators of Pleasure

In this latest offering by the great Czech surrealist filmmaker, modern-day Prague is the setting for a shaggy dog story of six ordinary if somewhat seedy individuals who obsessively and painstakingly prepare their sexual “feasts.” Like fastidious but inspired chefs, they concoct—with the aid of the most eclectic array of objects, animals, devices and processes—an orgasmic meal of hilarious and literally explosive results. A postwoman, shopkeeper, television presenter, detective and two odd apartment dwellers secretly plunder and pillage their environments in search of their magical ingredients. As their solitary paths criss-cross, we see how Svankmajer condenses the sexual, the social and the political in a society still breaking with the habits of a sexually puritanical past. In a characteristically Svankmajerian reversal (with a nod to Freud), real life becomes a mere backdrop for sexual fulfillment. Thankfully, this is not a conventional eroticism (watch what happens to a copy of Penthouse), but rather one that owes more to Buñuel, Arcimboldo, Max Ernst and the terrible twins—Sade and Sacher-Masoch—as well as Freud. The detailed constructions and modelings of forms and shapes and infernal machines are akin to the very act of animation itself. Svankmajer relates it all with mischievous misanthropy and a brilliant array of special effects and animation techniques. And watch out for the toe-sucking fish!

—Michael O’Pray