On Top - Iceland, a lighthouse, a cold winter evening. Her thoughts drift back to that summer ... to bathing in the hot springs ... to when they first met ... and embraced. Down Under - ...
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Raymonde de Kuyper
On Top - Iceland, a lighthouse, a cold winter evening. Her thoughts drift back to that summer ... to bathing in the hot springs ... to when they first met ... and embraced. Down Under - Australia, the desert, a blistering heat wave. His pickup stops at an icehouse ... he lays the blocks neatly on the buckboard ... and drives off haunted by a aching memory. Without dialogue or comment, save for verses from a sonnet by John Keats, Fridrik Thor Fridriksson links the thoughts, the emotions, the sensual longing of young lovers at opposite ends of the world. A tone poem, a collage of sight and sound. Written by
Pollow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest
Still, still to hear her tender-take breath,
And so live ever â' or else swoon to death.
An erotic tale with a difference. Set in Icelandic wastelands and Australian outback, a man and a woman...two people thousands of miles apart who will never know each other. Both seek answers to their lonely existence. The contrasting scenes of the bitter northern snows and the southern red thirsty dusty earth make very interesting viewing.
The woman snaps a long icicle hanging from an eave and sets about sucking the end thus fashioning it into the shape of a male member. She masturbates gently with this long rod, water dripping from her hot body.The photography is worth noting. The back-lighting on the transparent icicle is beautiful.
At this very moment the man in Australia is standing naked on blocks of ice carefully arranged below his feet, his neck entwined by a noose hanging from the rafter of his lonely homestead. Again we get the drip..drip...drip of the water from the ice until his feet are left swinging.
Not a happy film to be sure, but it is one endowed with beauty in every scene. It's an ingenious script, not to be analysed too closely and yet offering many interpretations. It is a visual experience. No dialogue. Worth watching for its original settings and icy close-ups.
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