body and mind
by Douglas Messerli
Maurizio Braucci (screenplay, based on a story
by Abel Ferrara and Nicola Tranquillino), Abel Ferrara (director) Pasolini /
2014
Basically,
however, one might never imagine that this film will end where we know it does,
nor, for that matter, might we imagine it is a film by the often
sensationalist-minded Ferrara. It is only when after dinner with his mother he
drives his Alfa Romeo by a local gay pick-up spot on his way to another dinner
with his beloved Ninetto Davoli, former love (Riccardo Scamarcio), his wife, and their baby,
that we begin to sense something far more sinister afoot. It is not because of
his scouring the streets and bars for young boys that startles us; but this
time Pasolini had long made it clear through his writings and films that he had
long sought out street boys, even meeting up them at midnight in the nightmarish
bowels of the Flavian Amphitheater, better known as the Colosseum (my friend,
Paul Vangelisti, once mentioned that in trying to interview Pasolini, the
artist suggested they meet at midnight outside the Colosseum); but the fact
that the now highly beloved and also much hated 53-year-old, as handsome as his
sunken cheeks, deep-set eyes, and slightly haggard appearance still allowed him
to be—all of which Dafoe unconsciously mimics—had not only just completed his
most controversial work, one that even at the Washington, D. C. theater in
which I saw it,
It is, in fact, the description of that film and Ferrara’s creation of
the never-produced movie that truly takes us into other dimensions in this
work. Pasolini’s own imagined art takes over the mundanity of his day as he recounts
the plot of the film he plans to make.
Ferrara, taking over visually creates a rather absurd world wherein two
not very wise men—the real actor Ninetto Davoli performing as Eduardo De
Filippo, who was to have been Pasolini’s, Epifanio, and Scarmarcio (performing
as Davoli)—arrive at the holy city, having spotted the heavenly star, by train.
Immediately recognized as gay tourists, the local officials (also evidently gay) send these men to a
special part of the city wherein their meet up with a street person who takes
them to a special one-night-of-the-year party, in which all the lesbians join
up with the gay men to procreate the human race.
One cannot imagine a more engaging fable to be at the heart of Pasolini’s
last day, whether or not it is simply Ferrara’s fiction. Pasolini’s art is the
heart of this work, with all of its carnality and spirituality interfused just
as it was in the man himself. As The New York Times critic A.O. Scott
quoted in his review of this film from a late Pasolini poem, there was always
in the great artist an “endless capacity for obedience” along with his “endless
capacity for rebellion.” Scott summarizes: “Ferrara organizes his film around
that contrast, exploring how conservative and radical impulses can coexist
within a single personality.”
As
critic Dave White, writing in The Wrap observes, in the most understated
comment possible, “And then, late at night, he [Pasolini] takes the wrong young
man to the beach for sex.”
Despite Ferrara and writer Braucci’s pre-film boasts about knowing why
Pasolini was killed and the hint that the film might contain multiple tellings
of the writer’s death, the final scenes as strangely as pedestrian as the
earlier part of the working-poet’s day. White puts it succinctly:
“Ferrara treats the murder matter-of-factly,
as a tragic act of homophobic violence that is neither inevitable nor the
summation of the victim’s life.”
As
the two begin to embrace, a group of homophobic young men run to attack, beating
and kicking the older man, and finally
crushing his skull before the young Pino, perhaps out of simple self-protection
or a sudden eruption of his own buried homophobic feelings, gets into the car
and drives it over Pasolini’s body.
That
is not true, however, since what it really permits is a final coda representing
perhaps the last remnants of Pasolini’s mind which allow the film to end with
his art, Ferrar playing out visually the very last scenes of Pasolini’s
imagined film as the spirit of the artist rises to the heavens to simply wait,
very much like Samuel Beckett’s characters in Waiting for Godot, a
fascinating link that one observes in the artist so often described as a
neorealist, particularly given his own dialogic and abstract fabulist filmmaking
evidenced in works such as The Hawks and the Sparrows, Teorema,
and Pigsty, as well as his works based on The Canterbury Tales
and The Arabian Nights. It’s clear that had Porno-To-Kolossal been
made, it would have been in this tradition of the artist’s work.
Corporeality
is almost always transmogrified in Pasolini’s works into the spiritual.
Los Angeles, December 7, 2023
Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (December
2023).
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