Showing posts with label Teresa Gimpera. Show all posts
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Sunday, 29 September 2024

Mirage and muse… Fata Morgana (1965), Teresa Gimpera and Vicente Aranda


“In Fata Morgana, Teresa Gimpera functions as a muse of this whole generation of creators. She’s the muse of Fata Morgana and of 1960s Barcelona. She was the counter-archetype of the Spanish female model of the time…”

Angel Sala, Director of the Sitges Film Festival

 

Film appreciation is like a jigsaw or dominoes or, indeed, both. I first watched The Exquisite Cadaver (Las Crueles) (1969) because it featured Judy Matheson – who I’d seen in The Flesh and Blood Show, Twins of Evil, Blakes Seven and so much more – and it became one of my favourite films given the sophistication and skill with which Spanish director Vicente Aranda, produced this most engaging and enigmatic of stories as well as the performance quality of the four leads. Teresa Gimpera was one of those four and her recent passing led me into rewatching her brilliance in The Spirit of the Beehive (1973) and from there to Fata Morgana, her first film and collaboration with Aranda.

 

Fata Morgana or Fata/Morgana or Left-Handed Fate, does not disappoint and helps to explain the broader approach of Aranda as a leading light of the Barcelona School – a left of centre cultural “opposition” to the Franco-approved mainstream centred in Madrid. The grouping included many intellectuals, writers, architects and other creators who would meet in the bars and cafes of Tuset Street and later the Bocaccio disco, which happened to be co-owned by successful model, mother and businesswoman, Teresa Gimpera. This was an artistic resistance as, obviously, direct political action was not yet possible and the subtext and symbolism of this film, Exquisite Cadaver and, especially, The Blood-Spattered Bride, enabled Aranda to critique the state in ways that the censors could not grasp.

 

This may have been only the Director’s second film but he knew what he wanted and being a man of means, was able to take chances others might not. Not only was he casting a non-actress, but the film had also been written for Gimpera by Gonzalo Suarez, as she attests in the 2015 interview among the extras of the Mondo Macabro disc. Even in her 80s Teresa had style and charm and this interview is essential viewing to all followers of Spanish and all European cinema culture of this period.

 

Fata Morgana is the Italian translation of Morgan le Fay of Arthurian legend and it also refers to an Italian mirage, visible in a narrow band right above the horizon and often seen in the Straits of Messina as what look like castles hanging in the air. This varied meaning reflects the film’s own concerns with reality and subjective experience as it wends an unconventional path from an opening set up showing comic book panels to a story packed full of so many unreliable narrators that it could even be a modern political party.

 

There is a reference to a major event in London – such a swinging influence at the time – which is traumatic but never specified – a nuclear explosion, a social revolution… a city as a murder victim; all are possible. Then the action begins with a group of young men heading on the ridge of a hill overlooking Barcelona to cut the head of a model, Gim (Gimpera!) from an advertising hording which they then take back to their digs (assuming they are students?). This begins the director’s commentary on commodification and commercialism: these lads clearly want to own an image of Gim but maybe they want to protect her too?

 

Cut to a professor (the excellent Antonio Ferrandis) using photographs of murdered women, to illustrate his talk on how some people are natural victims in search of a murderer. One of the images is of Gim and the assumption is that she will be the film’s designated victim and we will explore if her fate can be avoided. But nothing is quite as straightforward as it might seem. Is the Professor the author of this entire cycle or just an observer? And who is JJ (Marcos Martí) the man who starts off the film in cartoon form and being instructed to head off to prevent the designated victim from her fate.

 

Gim wanders the deserted streets of Barcelona and is leered at or otherwise shown interest by the men in the streets all of whom have an opinion on her plans. It reminds me of the moments in L’avventura (1960) when Monica Vitti is stared at and menaced by dozens of men in a village for no other reason than her sex and looks. The influence of the Italians is clear with this and even Fellini with the helicoptered Christ at the start of La Dolce Vita being mirrored by the “kidnapping” of Gim’s graven image. The French New Wave is also an influence from Goddard’s dystopian Alphaville – released earlier in 1965 - to Truffault’s 400 Blows (1959) and Chris Marker’s remarkable short 1962 film La Jetée*.

 

Gim decides to stay in Barcelona and goes to meet her boyfriend, Álvaro (Alberto Dalbés) who has a surprise guest who is behaving rather oddly, Miriam (Marianne Benet, a Spanish-born British actress who had featured in films in both countries) who may or may not be connected with what happened in London and what might happen in Barcelona… she certainly takes an interest in a silver fish which contains a retractable blade.

 

In truth everyone is potentially a murder and many are possible murderees, the Professor is definitely odd, appearing completely covered in bandages like the Invisible Man for a meeting with JJ in the middle of a football ground – perhaps the Nou Camp? Then he has a meeting with Gim in the park, she sells him cola like a pro and the two sit on a children’s roundabout as the meaning flows around them.

 

The film’s a fabulous guide to Barcelona with furtive walks through the Barri Gòtic showing the bullet holes in ancient walls left by the street fighting in the Civil War. In her informed audio commentary, film writer Rachael Nisbet describes the city as a kind of purgatory between reality and dream within the surreal setting an ambiguous space striving to evade the seeming inevitability of the roles assigned at the start of the film. But can we take anyone’s word for what might happen?

 

Dusty Verdict: The film’s a fascinating ride and one that will make you want to rewatch and absorb the commentary as well as the interview with Gimpera. In her first film she is grounded and superbly confident, containing the mystery that her director has set her to convey and putting her previous career to good use in modelling the impossible and the uncertain as casually as she might designer clothes.

 

Mondo have also released The Blood-Spattered Bride on Blu-ray and, it would be a dream, if they would do the same for Las Crueles to complete this trilogy of female fronted mysteries from Aranda. One day!!

 

*Co-incidence is also a feature of film appreciation and I only watched this film recently after reading about it in Christopher Priest’s book, Airside itself about the nature of reality and perception. Everything is coincidence and connection and I’m sure Vincente Aranda would have really enjoyed the works of Mr Priest who frequently made the improbable seem possible.

Sunday, 17 June 2018

Body of evidence... The Exquisite Cadaver (1969)



The seemingly clumsy title for this Spanish mystery is drawn from the practice of assembling a collection of words or images from a number of people none of whom has the complete picture or knows what the other has done. Invented by the surrealist movement, leading light André Breton reported that the exquisite cadaver started in fun, but became eventually enriching: presumably by being either a mess or revelatory.

On balance I would have to say this unusual film succeeds very well in the latter even though it does have the disjointed approach defined by the rules of the game: both narratively and literally as parts of a corpse are detached and sent to provide clues to one of four main characters, all acting independently.

Vincente Aranda directs with discipline and establishes the mystery well before resolving most of his entanglements in a pacier closing half hour. It’s kind of a love story, part-giallo and horror but all based on the existential crisis triggered by one man’s indifference to his lover’s passionate frailties and her lover’s determination to right her wronging.

Capucine
The few reviews there are online on IMBD et al are rather faint in their praises but I’d say this was one smart and engaging story and Aranda sets out the pieces of the puzzle carefully for them all to make sense later one, whether it’s the tranquilisers the young woman Esther (an excellent early performance from Judy Matheson, later Judy Jarvis) is playing with when she meets her man (Carlos Estrada) or even his throwing away of his children’s tortoise: he’s no time for sentiment and is as driven in his private life as he is in business.

There are two more sides to this bizarre love quadrangle and they are the man’s wife, Spanish actress Teresa Gimpera and Esther’s next lover, Lucia Fonte (the beyond glamorous Capucine). It is quite a line up and the four interact in unexpected ways throughout… there’s just a touch of Luis Buñuel about Aranda’s style: we think we know what’s happening, but nothing is necessarily as it seems and even at the end there are possibilities to consider.

The exquisite Judy Jarvis née Matheson
In the same way as the best horror films use mood and tonal signals to create audience anxiety so too does this film steer away from specific explanations until the very end. It creates a note of unresolved uncertainty that keeps you engaged throughout.

The set up is pure Giallo with a boorish publisher of horror fiction being interrupted by the delivery of a box containing a severed hand. We’ve already seen a young woman head down to place her head on an isolated railway track and assume that this belongs to her body.

The man buries the hand after initially thinking it was fake sent by one of his writers… his reaction makes us think the same. Another parcel arrives at home following a message read by his wife asking if he wants a forearm next time.

Carlos Estrada and Capucine
Too panicked to open the parcel he walks into town and leaves it on a bench hoping someone will steal it, but it ends up back at the house where his wife opens it to find a dress and a photograph of a woman, Lucia Fonte not, as we expected, Esther.

The man’s explanations do not convince his wife and she starts to follow him when she notices a glamorous woman in a chauffeur-driven Citroen following him as well…

The man gets driven by Lucia – calling herself Parker – to her mansion where she has the strangest of encounters with him. She has an artificial hand, did she cut it off to scare him?  She makes him take LSD and leads him deep into the house listening to recording of Esther’s voice before revealing her perfectly-preserved body in a fridge.

She knows... Teresa Gimpera and Carlos Estrada
The man wakes up at home on his couch, was it a dream – did anything actually happen?
Lucia had called his wife to her house after, she says, he turned up looking for her… neither wife nor watcher are now sure who or what to believe. There’s a neat Antonioni-esque moment at the park when the could fail to communicate whilst young men are flying a toy plane – it buzzes around like nagging doubt before the man breaks it.

Finally, we discover the relationship Esther had with the man… a brief fling according to him and years according to Lucia. Esther was full on and wanted truth in her life even at the extent of her own death… she was broken by the man.


But what happened and who stands to gain what… the twists and turns continue right to the end.

Dusty verdict: This is such a powerfully performed film and Judy Matheson is superb as the conflicted women who flutters between life and oblivion. Judy later went on to feature in a number of Hammer horrors as well as Peter Walker’s excellent Flesh and Blood Show which has something in common with this film: she is an actor with nuanced expression and here is indeed exquisite, creating a character we instantly connect with - perhaps the truest of any in the film.


 Around her Carlos Estrada is suitably broody and reminds me of an Antonioni male, lost in the subtext of life while all the while expecting that success and dominance will enable him to have his way. This affair is clearly not the first and Teresa Gimpera’s portrayal shows she has already reached a position of little trust, batting away his excuses and feeble explanations and following him to find out the truth.

Capucine is high intensity and as ever has intelligence and protean depths that convince you that her character is capable of anything. The film’s final twist is not something those other reviewers seem to have picked up and even then, we can only imagine what is going to happen…

The Exquisite Cadaver deserves to be less obscure and hard to find – there are currently no official home video releases and I got my copy from a US supplier of out of copyright schlock horror flicks a genre of which this most certainly is not! Seek it out if you can, hopefully it will get restored and re-released.