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Sly essay on human desire, 17 March 2000
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Author:
Andrew Gareth Billings from Cardiff, Wales
That European cinema did things differently in the 1960s is not in doubt, as even directors from little-renowned cinematic cultures such as Yugoslavia delighted in new-found freedom. On one hand, "Switchboard Operator" is a simple tale of love, betrayal and tragedy in Belgrade, and as such captures some touching details about trapped lives in a totalitarian society. However, director Dusan Makavejev, clearly under the influence of Godard, adopts an offhand approach to his narrative, and introduces extraneous material at tangents to the main story. Most of this stuff is fascinating, particularly when he uses archive footage of Yugoslav history. Less successful are the interjections of two tedious academics, a sexologist and a criminologist, whose stern pronouncements jar against the film's capricious tone. Nonetheless, this is invigorating film-making which reaches into some strange regions. Despite an economical running time of 69 minutes, the film even finds time for a brief history of how the grey rat infested Europe!
4 out of 4 people found the following review useful:
rats, a girl, and phallus art: all in a day's work for Dusan Majavejev, 12 November 2009
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Author:
MisterWhiplash from United States
To the newcomer, especially to a work like Love Affair or The Case of
the Missing Switchboard Operator, it might appear that the filmmaker
Dusan Makavejev has attention deficit disorder. The guy isn't
interested in stories like your Pappy filmmaker John Ford was. He comes
from a country that has been through the war and revolution, but he's
well aware of what the moving image can give to the intended (or
unintended) viewer. His style goes from one thing to another in a snap,
without fair warning. This is why, perhaps, the best entry point into
his career is the scandalous, hilarious politi-sex docu-drama-comedy WR
The Mysteries of the Organism. Once you get through that, and you want
more, you can go on to his earlier works such as this one.
In a way it's similar to WR in that it tells a very conventional, some
would say uber-melodrama, story of a average-but-pretty switchboard
operator who meets a rodent-catcher (aka sanitation worker) and they
have a love affair. It has this, but Makavejev also cuts in clips from
a sex doctor espousing about the nature of sex and phalluses in art,
and how an egg is more than "just an omelet" and faces the audience
directly with this. And, on top of this, we get every so often a fact
about rodent over-populations and some political imagery and workers
marching the in the street for good measure. For the filmmaker, this
story of a girl and a man having a fling, mostly happy and only sad
towards the end of their affair, when an unintentional betrayal occurs
on the part of the girl, is just part of the woodwork, and we can take
what we will what it means in context of rodents and sex... or a murder
mystery for that matter.
Some of the film is amusing in its sudden movements and cutaways. Take
the scene where Isabella is trying to work late and the guy that runs
the switchboard keeps teasing her sexually, trying to have his way. She
finally gives in, very reluctantly, and we see her face is devastated.
Immediately this cuts to a very scratchy-grainy film stock showing
"Adam and Eve", a naked man and woman, in a circling movement in
various sculpture-like poses. What does this mean? Why does Makavejev
throw this in here? Perhaps as a practical joke, or as one of those
self-conscious beats akin to Godard. But for him, it could mean
everything or nothing. We get some blatant nudity, but none of the sex
is too graphic; it's about average people, then made non-linear by a
(somewhat) average murder case, and then made extraordinary by its
editing style and fresh outlook on Yugoslavian love and work.
In other words, expect a free-wheeling film that mixes real romance and
satire, real documentary footage and breaking-the-fourth wall,
melodrama and tragedy. It's not always exciting, and a little rough
around the edges. For even the somewhat-fan of the director's, it's an
anarchic treat.
1 out of 1 people found the following review useful:
In the Entire Title, the Word "Or" Is the Tell, 2 September 2008
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Author:
jzappa from Cincinnati, OH, United States
What I enjoyed most about this inexplicable Yugoslavian film was the
source of pleasure in watching a movie filmed on grainy, imprecise
celluloid stock. Every scene hums with that lovely old-fashioned
atmosphere of maddeningly strenuous traditional film-making. We can
sense the boom mikes, the film reel, the guys with big, uncomfortable
headphones, and the director with a big vision that frustrates him by
communication breakdown, as the outcome of his film is a bewilderingly
ambiguous celluloid mishmash of sex, young lovers, totalitarian
Yugoslavia, and nonlinear narrative structure.
And as such, it is a joy! It splurges and has fun! In one hour and nine
minutes, its main thread, concerning a Hungarian switchboard operator
who meets and falls in love with a Muslim who soon moves into her
apartment much to the jealous chagrin of an imposing postal worker,
intruding some touching intercuts of archive footage that give
impressions of lives ensnared in totalitarian society, a brief history
of how the gray rat infested Europe, and a sexologist in his study
talking about the history of sex. Even the central train of thought is
deconstructed into ambiguity as, seemingly at the same time, the police
are investigating the drowning of a young woman.
Director Dusan Makavejev seems to have simply made a multi-faceted
montage of Yugoslavia and reflections based on its time, 1967. In spite
of its self-indulgence, as was a common limitation of progressive
European art-house films of the time, it is very enjoyable.
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