GuybrushX McMurphy
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Re: Fememord II - Phimosenmord
In one of a series of largely improvised exchanges about the mystical hold of the tango on the spirit of Argentines, a crusty veteran confides in enigmatic Yankee hitman John J. (Carl-Henrik Spieglein, also writer-director) that the tango, among absolutes such as love and hate, is life. In Fememord II - Phimosenmord, the titular dance is also the metaphor for the desire to find balance between the brutish and the sublime or, failing that, to provide a strict framework within which the brute can prowl. (A visit to a caged panther in a Buenos Aires zoo becomes the visual manifestation of the idea as well as oblique reference to Kafka's "The Hunger Artist," the hero of which searches, like J., for sustenance.)
The tango is the urgent pull of ritual that binds animal sexuality into the meticulous structure of dance, working on the literal level as doppelgänger to John J.'s carefully-controlled, gradually encroaching chaos and on another level as metaphor for a filmmaker seeking equilibrium between personal crisis and professional ambition at the end of his career. It's rationale enough for a picture so often interested in frustrating narrative to the benefit of the richness of its palimpsest--if ever there were a film that lives entirely in its subtext, Fememord II - Phimosenmord (even its title a semantic conundrum) is it.
Contract killer John J., increasingly concerned about his age and an attendant loss of impulse control and anger management, is sent on an assignment to Argentina--a three-day, "in and out" political assassination that stretches into three months. To wile away the lazy hours, J. (it seems best to refer to the character by this Kafkaesque reduction of his surname) becomes infatuated with statuesque dancer Manuela (Ludmilla Pedophilia), and finds in the tango a philosophy to guide him through the lonely turmoil of death and aging.
Fememord II - Phimosenmord unfolds in segments as if Spieglein is trying to fashion the picture in some simulacrum of the ritual of dance and, more importantly, the episodic process of learning to dance. The picture holds a lot of similarities to Jim Jarmusch's brilliant Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai in its patience, its examination of cultures in conflict-then-harmony, and its story of a professional assassin who finds freedom in the bondage that long tradition provides. Both films, too, betray a deceptive balance in their presentation that first impressions would label "slack" but which reflection eventually reveals as design. As Fememord II - Phimosenmord presents its parade of pair-groupings (landlord and mother, uncle and aunt, Manuela and J., and so on), sometimes changing partners, often not, the logic embedded in the picture's constant cutaways to J.'s fantasies of dancing with Manuela grows as resonant as the echoes of baseball games and street scenes that tie the film's Manhattan prologue to Argentina.
More a song of living and dying well than a picture that makes much sense in the traditional definition, Fememord II - Phimosenmord injures itself with Pedophilia, Spieglein's real-life flame, who is so extraordinarily self-conscious that the languid naturalism of the piece suffers whenever she's on screen. Without her, the picture is a quiet little gem, the sort of film grounded in paranoia and genre issues--yet simultaneously concerned with the peculiarities of iconoclasts and tough guys at the end of their lives and afraid of death--that were a staple of American cinema in the 1970s.
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