Necrophile Passion

NECROPHILE PASSION
“…makes a “dead” relationship come to life…”
“…your in for a real ride…where others have feared to…penetrate…”
2013 has brought us Necrophile Passion. Directed by Tom Heidenburg, Produced by Thomas Binder with a very worthy atmospheric soundtrack by Rene Bidmon this Austrian release will make you think again about a taboo subject that has really only been hinted at by previous entries.
I don’t need to name them – instead of “beautiful” in a serene sense, we get…
Reality…
Of a kind.
Set in 6 Chapters.
Necrologue
Pain
Isolation
Love
Hate
Aftermath
With very little dialogue and few subtitles, one is able to view what the Director wants us to see.
And we certainly do.
A man walks through a forest and comes across the naked body of a dead woman.
Cold…appealing…
A decision is made whether or not to call the Police.
Discarded.
Camera angles pan the scenery…over the enticement of possibilities.
Voyeuristic, indecision, lust…
Erect nipples in the coolness of the air…
Temptation.
Touch.
She is bundled in the car and taken home where riddled with confusion, the man finally succumbs…
…and yet when having sex, he cannot face her.
We learn of his own suffering, as a teenager – belittled by his Mother, drug taking, unclean an accusation of killing a cat. Ridiculed.
The shame, the fear, the pain – some sort of internal justification.
Is it not he who is the victim?
And with his wife in bed “Do you really think this is love…pain binds us…and humiliation”.
Self-harm brings about a false sense of reality.
Dreams of a woman riding a corpse – the image is grainy, like that of an old movie…unreal.
In black and white with little colour she mounts the decayed body and smiles, massaging, stimulated – the exposed ribcage and hollow eyes…”Heartless” she gains satisfaction.
With future images of lust and encounters with his wife, the images grow in colour as things develop – a kind of “becoming”.
Of reality.
Clever.
A sense of connection with something that is not alive.
His conscious takes control despite futile efforts to resist – was he not destined for this? Will this not give him peace and solitude?
Of satisfaction?
As his relationship falls apart…separated…
“Man – the animal…it has only just begun”.
Once a soldier, he was born to kill. Was he not?
Once a loving relationship, his wife wants more – sadomasochistic sex – strangling and choking stirs the beast within…
“It is the scent of putrification that turns me on”.
A rose bloom opens in brilliant colour. A candle glows.
Watch it close. The candle snuffed out.
The relationship…dead…
Arguments, slapping, punching, flowers of remorse and forgiving are dropped…
Crushed.
Look at the knife slicing flesh, maggots crawling, flesh ripped – no comprehension of what a loving relationship really is, it leads to an ending.
An ultimate act that will rid him of humiliation and self-torment as a knife is held and the door opened.
Only to encounter reality of a very different nature…
That provides us with an even clearer picture of fulfilment and
Finality.
At a mere 52 minutes long, this entry will divide viewers and create new controversy.
Can we not truly physically love something that is dead? Is there sin in that.. with one that is not living and therefore soulless? Surely exploitation cannot exist with something that is no longer “there”?
The only sin perhaps being society itself or the religious beliefs instilled upon us…
Or the persecution of others…
And yet persecution has been killed here…
Yet the movie questions itself whether or not such a relationship can exist…
Does it not?
“…Bloody kisses…”
“…What is your Passion?…”
“Scratchy” Pete
Jan 2014