I found Jac Avila's film, Martyr or the Death of Saint Eulalia, beautifully photographed and powerfully compelling on many levels. His use of historical images of female martyrdom merged with contemporary reenactments to bring potent reality to past horrors and historical validation to what could have, in lesser hands, become mere exploitation. The film's interesting and identifiable characters drew me in, a fascinating plot and challenging ideas kept me hooked, then the outcome twisted me around, leaving me staring at myself as if in a mirror. I remember feeling similar emotions while watching Polanski's Repulsion for the first time. The two films bear little outward resemblance, except that both involve an inner journey. Catherine Deneuve's character in Repulsion, however, is headed in the opposite direction from Carmen Paintoux's character in Martyr. Deneuve's character is dissolving before your eyes, but Paintoux's is, while seemingly headed in a dangerous direction, in my view heroically pulling herself together by defying her inner coward and embracing urges she had previously avoided, because the more her flesh was tied and tormented, the freer and stronger her spirit somehow became. Both films, however, produced in me a growing fear for the end toward which each woman was headed. How Avila resolved his story was more unexpected than Polanski's and produced a lingering power that sent me back for subsequent viewings, during which I experienced additional discoveries. I was told by someone whose opinion I respect that this film had the power to change their life. Will it change yours? Give it a try! And then proceed to Avila's Maleficarum. It has the power to change lives, too!
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Disappointing . . . .
27 May 2012
Reading about this film, it certainly seems interesting. The sensual lure of pain, of experiencing the punishment and crucifixion of a 3rd century martyr. Nice idea by the director-writer, who also plays the part of the photographer in the film. However, this is obviously a low-budget film with a minimal cast. I don't fault the cast who I think did a decent enough job, but I think the director-writer, who as photographer in the film was on the giving end, could use a nice whipping himself. Either he is weak on the pleasures of punishment or doesn't know how to film it or perhaps both. The way a person moves, the special squirm when experiencing the intense sensual pleasure of pain from a whipping or cutting – I didn't see that. The way one resists the lure of sensual pain but then succumbs doesn't really come through. More a clichéd treatment in my view by seemingly pain-pleasure wannabes. Not that a 3rd century martyr would be expected to have that response, but the pleasure aspect was the motivation of the 21st century protagonist. I was hoping for a parallel story set in the 3rd century, but all you see are pages in a book. Lame story and slow moving. I would really like to like the film, and I suppose someone sufficiently curious about the subject matter may find it worthwhile, but for me it simply did not deliver.