Two friends, spiky-haired Fuchs and moppy Witold, rent a room from Sabine AzÃ©ma (maintaining her manic energy from Wild Grass) and Jean-Francois Balmer (That Day, Chabrol’s Madame Bovary). They share the house with young couple Lena (VictÃ³ria Guerra of Lines of Wellington) and Lucien (Andy Gillet, Celadon himself) and AzÃ©ma’s niece/maid Catherette. Then the boarders are invited on a trip to the country with the family. That’s all that happens – but not really, as most of the characters start out wired, talking nonstop and behaving strangely, and animals and people may or may not be dying, showing up hanging from trees. At the end I thought it was all quite astounding to watch, but wasn’t sure what it all meant.
What does it all mean? Wrong question. And itâ€™s probably absurd to even ask. Better, instead, to fully submit to Å½uÅ‚awskiâ€™s last symphony of insanity and paranoia, which ends, cheekily enough, with a gag reel (quite the meta final statement).
C. Huber in Cinema Scope has the best explanation of what is actually happening here:
Attempting to forge order from the chaos of the real world, Witold builds a private cosmos founded on arbitrary associations. Increasingly aware of facing a universe of possibilities, in which every connection can be randomly made, and thus is equally profound and silly … Witold is seized by an existential vertigo … In short, it becomes impossible to distinguish the awesome from the absurd, and Zulawskiâ€™s cinema of intensity has been zig-zagging with furious power between those two poles for nearly half a century.
Bonkers and gorgeous-looking, as I’d hope and expect from the late Zulawski (only the second of his films I’ve seen, after Possession), shot by young AndrÃ© Szankowski, who was in demand by the old masters (Ruiz’s Mysteries of Lisbon, Oliveira’s Em SÃ©culo de Energia). Based on a book by Witold Gombrowicz (which does indeed feature a writer lead character named Witold), who has also been adapted by Skolimowski (30 Door Key).