Warnung vor einer heiligen Nutte (1971)

Réalisateur:

Rainer Werner Fassbinder

Scénariste:

Rainer Werner Fassbinder (writer)

Date de sortie:

1 septembre 1971 (Allemagne de l'ouest)

Genre:

Comedie | Drame

Intrigue:

On a film set there are two things missing, the film material and the director. So the actors and actresses...

Plot Keywords:

Actor | Song | Singer | Actress | Satire

Avis des utilisateurs:

Living in Oblivion for eggheads

Ensemble

Lou Castel	...	Jeff, Regisseur
Eddie Constantine	...	Er selbst
Marquard Bohm	...	Ricky, Schauspieler
Hanna Schygulla	...	Hanna, Schauspielerin
Rainer Werner Fassbinder	...	Sascha, Herstellungsleiter
Margarethe von Trotta	...	Babs - Produktionssekretärin
Hannes Fuchs	...	David
Marcella Michelangeli	...	Margret
Karl Scheydt	...	Manfred
Ulli Lommel	...	Korbinian, Aufnahmeleiter
Kurt Raab	...	Fred
Herb Andress	...	Coach
Monica Teuber	...	Billi, Maskenbildnerin (as Monika Teuber)
Benjamin Lev	...	Candy, spanischer Aufnahmeleiter
Gianni Di Luigi	...	Kameramann

Autre(s) titre(s):

Beware of a Holy Whore (USA)

Durée:

103 min

Pays:

Allemagne de l'ouest

Langue:

Allemand | Anglais | Français | Espagnol

Couleur:

Couleur (Eastmancolor)

Rapport de forme:

1,33 : 1

Son:

Mono

Classification:

Germany:12 (re-rating) (2005) | West Germany:18 (original rating)

Lieux de tournage:

Sorrento, Naples, Campania, Italy

Société:

Tango Film

Connexions De Film:

Référencé sur Die 120 Tage von Bottrop (1997)

Bande son:

Santa Lucia

Living in Oblivion for eggheads

Fassbinder wasn't known for comic hijinx (if you've sat through SATAN'S BREW, you'd remember it), but probably the most sheerly pleasurable of all his movies is this rather premature but quite welcome self-parody.

The maestro's Bavarian-slob ripoff of Warhol's Factory is keenly lampooned in this oh-so-languid art-movie take on TWO WEEKS IN ANOTHER TOWN. Fassbinder plays a grubby and wildly sadistic producer holed up in a half-swanky, half-tatty seaside hotel with half a movie in the can and no finishing funds. That's the Beckettian setup for a lobby full of achingly sexy and heroin-esque Fassbinder heroines, pretty boys getting their feelings hurt, drinks swallowed and thrown, and a lot of people getting yelled at in public. If that sounds like par for a familiar course, the difference is that here it's all played for yuks--but with such an exquisite deadpan you can practically hear R.W.F. smothering his guffaws behind the camera.