Dorian Gray im Spiegel der Boulevardpresse (1984) Ulrike Ottinger - 9.5/10
Sender Freies Berlin, West Germany, 150 min.
I’d actually been putting this off for a while because I knew it would be a fucking masterpiece, and lo and behold it is. Like Ticket of No Return, it’s full of this ultra-futuristic kitsch which manages to be absolutely enchanting in a cold, alienating, weird way instead of cheesy. Like Robbe-Grillet watched a few too many Italo-Disco music videos, with an added sense of multicultural lingual dysphoria. That is, before it goes into this operatic nature which evolves from a Straubien stoicism to full-on avant-garde shrieking in the style you’d expect from Ottinger and then dips and dives in a bunch of different directions. All the time this film is mod, futuristic, haunted, eerie, funny, tragic, crassly satirical, and pretty much everything else. It’s also, strangely, one of those films that manages to make us ponder or at least look at the very nature of art, image, and representation, and it does a really beautiful job of it. EIN MEISTERWERK.