the professional friend
by Douglas Messerli
Rainer
Werner Fassbinder (screenwriter and director) Liebe ist kälter als der Tod (Love Is Colder Than
Death) / 1969
Certainly, the "situation" of the film nicely parallels the
Bonnie and Clyde figures. Like Clyde Barrow the hero, Franz Biberkopf (played
by Fassbinder himself), is a petty criminal; most of his money, however, comes
from pimping his girlfriend, Johanna (Hanna Schygulla). Despite their
small-time activities, moreover, it appears that they have caught the attention
of the "Syndicate," who want Franz to join them. Although his is
refusal ends with his being beaten, he remains determined that he wants to be
free, to work for himself.
Among the others who the Syndicate is attempting to recruit is a
knock-out beauty of a man, impeccably dressed in a suit, Bruno (Ulli Lommel).
As Fassbinder's camera focuses intensely for what seems like several minutes
upon his image—the closest thing possible to a cinematic "swoon"—we
quickly recognize that Franz has fallen in love. As the men bed down for the
night, Franz drops his blankets immediately next to the prone man. Yet hardly
any communication occurs between the two, except a kind of weak friendship, in
which Franz calls Bruno "Kid," and invites him, when he is released,
to share his and Johanna's flat in Munich.
Similarly, the love between the two men is never represented by any
sexual or even sensual act. Indeed, the two seldom even touch. Yet the way both
men observe and relate to Johanna, one can easily perceive that any love in the
room is between the two men. At one point, when Johanna, laughs at a few
caresses Bruno has proffered her, Franz slaps her face. Her confusion for his
act is answered as simply as it might be: "He is my friend." In
short, just as Fassbinder has removed all the realism surrounding violence in
this quite violent story, so too has he erased any physical representations of
love in what is quite clearly a homosexual romance.
The crimes they undertake, however, are once again insignificant or even
meaningless. Their first "caper" might as well have been undertaken
by the characters of Breakfast at
Tiffany's instead of a crime movie. All three approach a shop clerk selling
sunglasses, riddling her with questions that confuse her just enough that they
can each slip a pair of glasses into their pockets.
A trip to a gun-selling cobbler results in their acquisition of guns
(real and fake) and ends with the cobbler's death.
Their third "heist" is the
pocketing of a few bottles and packages from a grocery store!
Their next action, however, is brutal: Bruno shoots the Turk who has
threatened Franz's life. The additional murder of the waitress, moreover,
reveals to us just how cold runs Bruno's blood.
Even though all the shots have come from Bruno, Franz is later arrested
and kept in jail overnight. But here too, Fassbinder, sucks all the drama from
the event, as the detective asks him over and over where he was at a certain
time, and who he was with. The police seem as ineffective as Franz is as a
criminal.
Their final foray into crime is a planned bank robbery. By this time,
however, Johanna has grown so jealous of Bruno that she calls the police. At
the very same moment, men from the Syndicate are preparing to kill Franz,
sitting in the get-away-car, and, as the police close in on Bruno (who is
armed, incidentally, with a dummy machine gun instead of the real thing), the
men from the mob take off. The police shoot Bruno, and, in the only true sign
of the depths of his love, Franz pulls out a gun threatening them as he
clumsily collects Bruno's body.
Even the final chase is unlike any other in the genre. Once he discovers
that Bruno is, indeed, dead, he stops to toss away the body, speeding ahead,
while the police, preoccupied with the body, seem to abandon all else. Love is
indeed cold, made even colder by Johanna's admission that she had called the
police. Suddenly recognizing that he has been betrayed by everyone, Franz spits
out the word "whore," suggesting that their relationship has also fallen
dead.
Los Angeles, January 8, 2011
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (January 2011) and Reading Films: My International Cinema (Los Angeles: Green Integer,
2012).
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