DER TODESKING (1990)
Alternately known as The Death King, this experimental film served as Jorg Buttgereit's follow-up to Nekromantik. It's an informal anthology in that the narrative is abscinded into seven segments, all of which address a congruous theme. What is the theme of the day? Suicide. Speaking in broad terms, I suppose that Der Todesking simply addresses death, but there are billows of conceptual chowder to lade with your jesuitic...um, ladle. Baby Jesus, where the fuck am I going here? I do apologize, dear reader. I get lost in words from time to time. If you're not careful (segue alert), you will lose yourself in Mr. Buttgereit's seemingly abstract editing.
I'm not entirely sure how I feel about Der Todesking. Cryptic, yet provocative symbolism struggles to sync up with buckram acting and an erratic score. There are certainly a couple of stand-out performances, and I was genuinely impressed with the camerawork (the "bridge" tableau is goddamn stellar). I can't deny that there is something about this flick that gestates in your mind's womb long after the credits roll. Your mind's womb??? Man, I can digress like a motherfucker. I could write a flatulent disquisition on Buttgereit's sophomore outing, so it's probably a good thing that this is a blood capsule, as opposed to a bloodbath. In short, it's worth scoping out.