‘Like the rumblings of black metal, the work of Banks Violette resonates with the darker dreams of rock and roll. His sculptures of musical paraphernalia – drum sets, speakers, scaffolding – reverberate like a wall of sound: austere, impassive, nearly abstract. Yet a dark romanticism runs throughout; almost subsonic, it emerges in intricate graphite drawings of assorted rock imagery. Ranging from band logos to portraits, these pieces evoke not only the nihilism of black metal, but the blind devotion of fans who lovingly appropriate its icons as so many insignias of allegiance. This tenuous and oftentimes volatile relationship has preoccupied the Brooklyn-based Columbia graduate since his much-lauded splash into the art scene. Violette – like many of his contemporaries (Sue de Beer, Hanna Liden) – continues art’s obsession with the listless angst of adolescent subcultures, the mannered idioms and careful markers that define these private, often inscrutable worlds. But Violette plumbs more sinister registers: disenchantment, aggression, violence – undercurrents that oftentimes move beyond representation to make very real marks in the world.

‘Case in point: his 2002 exhibition for New York’s Team Gallery entitled “Arroyo Grande, 7.22.95” was based on the murder of a young female student by three teenage boys who sought to seal the notoriety of their metal band Hatred. The show traces the various, disparate strands of the gruesome event, presenting renderings of death metal iconography (often cited during the trial), pencil drawings of the crime scene, and details of the girl’s own dream world (unicorns, rainbows, etc.) which contrast starkly with the boys’ own mixture of aggression and burgeoning sexuality. The centerpiece – a large-scale oil painting named after the three culprits – incorporates the Slayer logo into a heraldic crest of sorts that confronts the viewer in mute impassivity. Not quite a memorial, the deliberately scattered installation prompts an intimate engagement with these remnants, but hesitates to attribute blame. Faced with partial links and an unclear causality, we are left only with signs that are both over-leaden and insufficient: is it the result of Slayer lyrics, troubled lives, or some unfortunate combination? Or perhaps more frightening, is it something in excess of these singular possibilities, but still somehow embedded in them? In the end, we can only revisit quasi-causes that never add up to that central act.

‘But therein lies Violette’s fascination, in the power of images to exceed themselves, “to be activated by their audience in a manner that precludes distance; fiction can somehow be rendered real.” Something of this structures his contribution to the 2004 Whitney Biennial, where Violette was received as an up-and-coming art star. The installation presents familiar markers of rock and roll: a destroyed drum set, a glossy black stage, sketches of galloping horses and Kurt Cobain. Rendered obscure in their glossy stands or in the X-ray­–like drawings, these icons aren’t monuments for those who “live fast and die young”; they are an attempt to unravel their mystery and an acknowledgement of their opacity. For ultimately, this work reveals neither an infatuation with rock culture, nor a critique of misguided youth, but a meditation on our investment in social signs. Violette has been criticized for being all surface, but perhaps that’s precisely the point: to explore the uncanny ability of surface details to move us. Here, Violette converges with the work of his most immediate predecessor Robert Longo, who explored similar terrain in the ’80s. In this context, trivial objects (drums, speakers, logos, etc.) take on a larger import, connecting to complex social dynamics.

‘This is perhaps most evident in his 2005 solo debut at the Whitney Museum. The commissioned piece involves the skeletal remains of a burnt-out church made of luminous cast salt and set on a stage of his now-signature glossy, black epoxy. In a darkened room, the whole structure rings to a droning soundtrack by Snorre Ruch, a Norwegian musician sentenced to eight years in prison for his role in a murder. The multimedia piece is an arresting visual and aural experience that immediately evokes the ghostly landscapes of Caspar David Friedrich. But an extensive wall notice sobers up this impression, informing the reader that the piece is based on an album cover and on several church burnings in Norway linked to its militant death metal scene. In light of these cold facts, the spectral apparition flutters, and its delicate tendrils crystallize into weighty traces of history, violence and fear. In its austere beauty, this piece broadens the scope of the work, expanding his practice beyond marginalized, hermetic subcultures. For, as a few drawings of the American flag suggest, Violette inadvertently speaks to a broader social field, to the many icons and signs that inexplicably move us in ardent fervor.’ — Franklin Melendez

 

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Further

Banks Violette @ Thaddaeus Ropac
Banks Violette @ rodolphe janssen
Banks Violette @ Barbara Gladstone
BANKS VIOLETTE: UNFILTERED ART, DISRUPTIVE SOUL
BANKS VIOLETTE interviewed by GLENN O’BRIEN
Banks Violette by Jeffrey Kastner
Back with a crash bang: Banks Violette on his wrecked chandelier self-portraits
Banks Violette’s ‘Theatrical Disasters’ Set Celine Alight
Book: ‘Banks Violette: Untitled’
BANKS VIOLETTE INTERVIEWED BY NEVILLE WAKEFIELD
Banks Violette / On the edge
Banks Violette: the Paradoxical Beauty of Mortality
Banks Violette by Christopher Bollen
Banks Violette’s Death into Life Aesthetics
Renouncing the Dark Arts

 

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Extras

CELINE ART PROJECT / BANKS VIOLETTE

Reflections: “Banks Violette” by Matt Black

Stephen O’Malley of Sunn O)))’s on Banks Violette

Banks Violette – Interview Magazine

 

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Interview

 

Your colour palette goes for metal, dark and solid colours. What makes you lean towards that?
That’s what I’ve always been drawn to.

As far as I can see, your work could also be seen as those of a rebellious spirit trying to escape established rules, such as creating – in my opinion­ – juxtapositions of what usually are wall embellishments on a different medium. Could you expand on this?
I’m not sure I’d agree with that. I just don’t believe there’s anything like established values to either break or (conversely) be obligated towards. I think what you’re describing as wall embellishments is just a general preoccupation with an idea of sculpture itself: weight, mass, physicality, gravity, and such. I’ve made paintings and still make drawings, but –even with those– I’m still preoccupied with their status as an object.

Your work also often refers to darker aspects of North American culture, in opposition to the image that global media often portrays. Does it come from the idea of wanting to criticise or debate the United States’ culture?
Absolutely. I’m interested in narrative generally; the way belief can exceed the confines of narrative specifically. And the narrative of national identity is just an endless instance of that, especially considering contemporary American domestic politics. It’s all pretty hideous.

Contemporary sculpture tends to focus more on solid and still compositions, yet yours evoke movement and continuity. A conversation between past and present. Could you talk a little bit more about this?
I’m interested in events or moments that charge objects with an almost temporal dimension, like a stage after a performance, is over. Sort of a vague way of explaining it, but that’s something I’ve always been interested in.

I apologise since I’m going to ask you about a topic that may be a little bit dense. Researching for the interview, I read that a lot of the symbolism in your work is related to those who fell victims to suicide. Do you think mental health is a recurring theme in your art?
Well, I wouldn’t say that. Any references I’ve made to suicide in the past have been how it relates to certain tropes or conventions specific to Romanticism, both art historical, and literary. I’m interested in moments where fictions exceed its bounds, and that’s what motivated that work, not anything relative to mental health.

Then, for example, could you tell me a bit more about the 2004 Whitney Biennial installation of Kurt Cobain?
Again, that was more to do with the idea of a story exceeding itself or becoming subsumed within a narrative. Kurt Cobain was obviously a real living person, but he also disappeared into the narrative called Kurt Cobain. First as a rock star, then as a tragedy. I’m describing it poorly but, yet again, it’s locating something that exists in an uneasy slippage between performer and performance.

Is being a rebel now the same it was years ago?
It’s funny but I don’t think of what motivates my attraction to certain images, music, or subculture as rebellious. I’m attracted to the communities that lonely, alienated people manufacture for themselves to avoid the sharp edges of the outside world, which just seems fundamentally human. Not rebellious. And I think that’s as relevant now as when I was younger.

Has fashion and art been related in your life? And if so, how?
That depends on where you personally draw the line around fashion. If you’re considering it in a broad sense, from t-shirt design to the patches and buttons on a backpack, to which subculture gravitates towards what footwear, then absolutely. Art and fashion have always had some relationship with one another for me.

 

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Show

ZODIAC (F.T.U.) / 74 ironhead SXL (2005-2023)

 

Not yet titled (Budweiser triptych), 2011

 

Untitled (Church), 2005

 

Broken Record, 2008

 

Throne (and over and over again), 2009-10

 

Patriotic Hymn for Children, 2011

 

as yet untitled (single screen), 2008

 

as yet untitled (TriStar horse), 2008

 

Black Hole (Single Channel), 2004

 

Sunn)000) / (Repeater) Decay / Coma Mirror, 2006

 

Poison Idea, 2011

 

SunnO))) / (black stage/coma mirror), 2006

 

Not yet titled (Thwarted), 2009

 

Not Yet Titled (Flag Edition), 2010

 

Not yet titled (proposal for a burning drum kit), 2007

 

No Title/(S.C.N.D.), 2018

 

Hate Them, 2004

 

Untitled (Broken Beer Bottle), 2005

 

Negative Creep, 2008

 

As yet untitled (broken screen), 2008

 

Not Yet Titled (Bench), 2006

 

Untitled (Boom Box), 2003

 

No Title (Throne), 2008

 

Kill all rock stars, Kurt Cobain , 2002

 

Burnout, 2000

 

Portrait 2, 2006

 

Untitled (Disappear), 2004

 

Ghost, 2002

 

Not Yet Titled (Flag Edition), 2010

 

Untitled (Free Base), 2016

 

Zombie/Stoner Witch, 2003

 

Not yet titled (Misfits), 2008

 

Not Yet Titled (Bergen Chair), 2009

 

Not yet titled (I’d rather), 2006

 

Not yet titled (Cobain guitar), 2006

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Me too. Three times I’ve heard a violent noise outside my apartment door, opened it, and seen my pothead neighbor sprawled on the floor having fallen down a flight of stairs. How was ‘Challengers’? I’m still in ‘avoiding it’ mode. Love doing the same thing your love of yesterday did for you but re: me with ‘Tarot’, G. ** Charalampos, Hi. You can’t go wrong with any Amy Gerstler book. I guess I’ll suggest her newest, ‘Index of Women’, because it might be my favorite. But starting anywhere with her is fine. I’ve seen ‘Out 1’, twice even. Love from my apartment where an injured parrot that was rescued by my roommate sits in a cardboard box waiting to be taken to a clinic. ** Tosh Berman, Happy timing. I haven’t spent as much time in Italy as I’d like. I’ve been to Rome, Milan, Florence, Palermo, Venice and a couple of other spots. Mostly while on book tours or for ‘PGL’ screenings. I love Rome. Have you entered Italy with any frequency? ** Lucas, Howdy. I’ve been living in my apartment for years now, and, when I moved in,  I thought ‘I should put things on the walls’, but they’re still just white blanks, and now, thanks to you, I’m thinking ‘What should I put on them’ again. Okay, I’ll go see what shape the Sono post is in and restore and revive it. Obviously, it’s very great that you like ‘The Devil, Probably’ too. Sucks that your friends are so physically distant. Most of mine are in LA, so it’s something of the same problem, although I do have a few close friends here. Here’s to many deserved and deserving IRL friends ASAP. Is there an easy social situation where you could meet some? Condolences in advance for your upcoming dull week. Mine’s mostly still a question mark. I think the key to liking amusement parks is to just get into how they try to be this perfect, fake world or something. I hope it’s not too crowded. I hope it has some good dark rides (they’re my favorites). If you take pix, I’d love to see them. Hm, I don’t think photos can be uploaded in the comments, which is very strange and primitive, now that I think about it. If you put them somewhere and link to them? Thanks for offering in any case. ** _Black_Acrylic, Me too, obviously, and even big time. When does Leeds’ team find out/create its fate? ** Sypha, I think you might like ‘Ludwig’ or I think it might interest you maybe. I’m a Coen Brothers fan. I think they’re kind of uneven, but I tend to always see their films. I do like the earlier ones the best. I do think ‘Fargo’ is one of those rare absolutely perfect films. ** Tomás, Hi, Tomas! Welcome! It’s super nice to meet you. Thanks a lot, I’m really happy the blog is feeding you things of interest. That’s my hope for this place. Congratulations re: finishing grad school. You studied film: Do you make films or want to or what what was/is the nature of your interest there? I’m sort of passionately into making films these days, so I’m interested. 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I think I used it when I experimenting with cutting up existing texts when I was a wee, aspiring writer. Thank you for the links! Helpful! I’ll hit them up. Enjoy school today. I hope the school offers online recess. ** Uday, I hope our film will quell and satisfy your excitement. That’s a lot of moving. Why, if I may be so bold? Oh gosh, I don’t … know about my favorite post. There have been, like, millions of them. I’d need to think. I will. Fun exercise. I’m all about favorites, I have lots of favorites. Favorites are emotional decisions, so that’s cool. I just don’t like ‘best’. That seems like a very presumptuous thing to decide. ** Barkley, Hi, Barkley! You’re brave. Spoken/written as someone who has heard Mr. Andresen’s Japanese pop releases. Peter Sotos reads his work aloud, like, in an audio book way? I had no idea. Wow. Me too, massive time, about people caring more about what’s in kids’ heads. I mean, seriously. Truly, the vast, vast majority of the homoerotic zines, books, etc. at that fair could have been made by the exact same unimaginative, ‘edgy’ photographer/ designer. It’s a plague. I’m absolutely certain that your ideas aren’t completely stupid just from knowing you to the degree that I do, but, yes, of course, bounce any ideas off me by whatever means. I’d be very happy to be bouncable for your ideas. ** Oscar 🌀, I’m dying to go to Alton Towers. Zac and I are just trying to work out when. Slurp. No, this is the first I’ve heard of Character.AI, but of course that sounds extremely interesting. I’m going to find there and go there. Yeah, that sounds potentially quite inspiring. I’m actually working with the premise of people speaking with made-up people in the new film script I’m working on. Thank you, my friend. And for the wishes for my morning. Clouds, here I come. There’s this kind of charming Facebook group I follow called ‘Clouds that Don’t Look like Anything Else’ where people post shots of clouds that they think can’t possibly suggest other imagery. And once in an extremely rare while, they manage. Maybe I’ll wish for you to spot something on the floor or sidewalk or ground that has the same ‘huh! cool’ effect on you today. ** Right. Today my galerie offers you a show of works by the particular and, I think, very interesting artist Banks Violette, and the rest is up to you. See you tomorrow.

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“The Damned (1969) Death in Venice (1971) and Ludwig (1973) are known as Luchino Visconti’s ‘German Trilogy’. Here Visconti examines the decadence of the Belle Epoque, the corruption and confusion behind the rise of Nazism in Weimar Germany, and the story of Ludwig II of Bavaria who has been viewed as very eccentric and was the patron of Richard Wagner. Whilst some critics have marked this down as Visconti’s ‘decadent’ period, and noted an increasing pessimism in the themes that he dealt with this has frequently been over-personalised. Visconti has argued that what interested him was the analysis of a sick society, and in these films the historical forces of modernity versus counter-modernity are being played out.

“In The Damned the representation of the infamous ‘Night of the Long Knives’ when the SS slaughtered the leadership of the sexually transgressive SA of Eric Rohmer, links the growth of Nazism to a crisis of masculinity, and also explores the homo-erotic bonding of militarism which repress its own sexual excess instead transferring that into compulsory heterosexuality in tandem with patriarchal family values.

“Death in Venice links Thomas Mann and Mahler, artists of the period, with a desire for youth represented as homosexual longing which was an impossible desire at that time. Representing a crisis where the new generation will be fundamentally different whilst the once resplendent Venice the most dynamic city in Europe of the Early and middle Renaissance is decaying, riven by a pestilence of a more Mediaeval type. This isolation of the wealthy and their retreat to decadence is a representation of modernity as conquering the old, marginalising the ancien regime.

“Ludwig’s homosexuality can be seen as indicative of the passing of a monarchical system reliant upon hereditary and therefore compulsory heterosexuality. This dovetails two themes. Patriarchal systems based upon physical reproduction have become outmoded and unstable. A newer form of patriarchy is necessary to achieve stability. For Ludwig to express his desire even as a monarch means to regress from the social reality of the moment only when Bavaria has been subjugated to Prussia leaving a token monarchy can Ludwig act out his desires in a limited way.” — Kinoeye

 

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The Damned (1969)

 

“It’s been suggested that there’s incest between Hamlet and his mother in Shakespeare’s play, but between them there’s lots of things in addition to the incest; Hamlet never actually has intercourse with his mother, and even in my film The Damned I was able to convince [the censors] that the scene was very elliptical. However, when I showed them the film with a tiny cut, they asked for a much longer cut, one which would have eliminated the whole scene, so I refused and stuck to it (…) I said I could have cut more of that scene, but that I would have been forced to insert a counter-camp, and I said it would have made everything more graphic, because you would actually see a naked man and a naked woman on a bed. So I cut this counter-camp in and I showed them the film again, and they immediately agreed to go back to that only one tiny cut.” — Luchino Visconti

“The Damned won Visconti his sole Academy Award nomination, for best screenplay, shared with his two co-writers.” — BBC Four

“When Visconti asked me to be in The Damned, I said to him, “Look. I can’t play this role.” He said, “I know you can do it,” and I said, “How?” and he said, “I can see it behind your eyes. Just listen to me. I’m going to make you up, I’m going to change your style, I’m going to make you look like a woman in her thirties, you’re going to have beautiful clothes, a beautiful set, you’re going to have beautiful people around you. I’m going to put you into this place and you’re going to have to do what you have to do. I can’t act for you. I can do everything else for you, but I can’t act for you. Will you act for me?” I said, “Senor, si! Grazia!” And I did. With Helmut Berger he was an absolute tyrant. He told Helmut every single thing to do. Everything. Every movement. But with the women, he was – I don’t know how he was with Ingrid Thulin because we didn’t have so many scenes together – certainly with me and Romy Schneider, he just puts you in this most incredible situation where you feel like a princess and you’re absolutely loved, and you’re dressed and you’re made-up and he says, “Just now act for me.” And with his women it was like that. With the men it was very different.” — Charlotte Rampling

 

 

“Visconti’s intention in The Damned is not to present a realistic character driven drama but a highly stylized metaphor for Germany’s descent into insanity. He intentionally uses extreme grotesque images, with one scene more bizarre than the next. The film is filled with moments of great sadness, perversion and horror that include themes of incest, pedophilia, homosexuality, murder, drug addiction and suicide. One of the highlights of the film is a bloodbath — the historical “Night of the Long Knives,” massacre of Hitler’s old private army. This memorably horrific set-piece is superbly staged, beggining with a pastoral scene of soldiers playing in a lake, then progressing into an almost surreal drunken orgy of soldiers, naked women, men in drag, finally leading to the brutal massacre.

“Visconti dramatizes alienation and madness in a very similar way that Stanley Kubrick handled similar themes in A Clockwork Orange. He photographs these acts of violence and perversion with detached but almost pictorial beauty. Everyone’s sweats in this movie: drops of perspiration trickle down temples, and rivers of sweat glisten on upper lips while the baroque lavishness of the scenery makes a striking contrast with the ghastly minds of the characters. The cinematography is brilliant, capturing the decaying elegance impecably. Visconti uses a Hammer-horror pop color palette emphasizing the intense contrast between shadow and light (good vs. evil), blues, browns and reds. In the opening scene, he shoots the blasting furnaces of the steelworks factory, flames and smoke coming up from the furnaces as the titles jump on and off the screen and we hear the harrowing music theme by Maurice Jarre; a fitting metaphor of Hell and of the horrors and depravity which will follow.

“With The Damned, Visconti reassures himself again a spot right up there, into the pantheon of great directors. One can see the influence of The Damned on later films such as Bob Fosse’s Cabaret or the psycho sexual drama The Night Porter. The film was originally rated X due to its challenging subject matter, but Visconti’s craft and talent elevates this epic drama to a higher artistic level. With its brilliant set design, spectacular costumes, the intensity of Helmut Berger and Ingrid Thulin performances, Luchino Visconti’s The Damned is a feverish masterpiece not to be discarded.” — from ‘The Spinning Image’

 

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Luchino Visconti on the set of The Damned

 

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Death in Venice (1971)

 

“Some shots of Björn Andrésen, the Tadzio of the film, could be extracted from the frame and hung on the walls of the Louvre or the Vatican in Rome. For this is not a pretty youngster who is supposed to represent an object of perverted lust; that was neither novelist Mann’s nor director-screen writer Visconti’s intention. Rather, this is a symbol of a beauty allied to those which inspired Michelangelo’s David and Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa, and which moved Dante to seek ultimate aesthetic catharsis in the distant figure of Beatrice.” — from Lawrence J. Quirk, ‘The Great Romantic Films’

“In his memoir, An Orderly Man, Dirk Bogarde relates that, after the finished film of Death in Venice was screened for them by Visconti in Los Angeles, the Warner Bros. executives wanted to write off the project, fearing it would be banned in the United States for obscenity because of its subject matter. They eventually relented when a gala premiere of the film was organized in London, with Queen Elizabeth II and Princess Anne in attendance, to gather funds for the sinking city.”

“Luchino Visconti’s 1971 adaptation of Thomas Mann’s novella Death In Venice visibly had a strong influence on Ron and Russell Mael aka the band Sparks. In their early performances Sparks got a miniature ocean liner made out of papier-mache, and Russell Mael had burst out of it wearing a dark sailor suit to begin the show. The ideas of the miniature ocean liner and the sailor suit were obviously inspired by Lucchino Visconti’s movie despite Russell’s suit was dark instead of the white one wore by the main young character Tadzio from the movie. When the first Halfnelson album failed, the Bearsville label thought the record should be repackaged under the name “Sparks” with a revamped packaging too. So Ron Mael and manager/ photographer Larry Dupont designed the album cover with the fake brick wall. It just wasn’t as interesting as the original first car interior cover but the pic featured Russell Mael in the famous sailor suit inspired by Luchino Visconti’s movie. When Sparks’ second album, A Woofer In Tweeter’s Clothing, was released one year later it included the song “Moon Over Kentucky”. The intro of this song was written by Ron Mael after seeing Death In Venice.“ — from ‘Sparks: the Early Years’

 

 

“If The Damned displays a violent assault on space, Visconti’s adaptation of Thomas Mann’s novella Death in Venice shows it slowly dissolving. Twenty years before Wong Kar-wai, Visconti had already penetrated the private space of a lonely, romantically obsessed individual and summoned up his emotional landscape through the expressive use of an urban environment and music. Like the furnace that sets the scene in The Damned, Death in Venice states its mood and pace in its opening image, an incredibly slow shot floating from the middle of a dusk-blue mist into the Venetian lagoon across which the boat bearing composer Gustav von Aschenbach (Dirk Bogarde) to the city of his death passes. Accompanied by the music of Gustav Mahler, upon whom the character of the composer was based, this shot slowly brings the story into focus, just as at the end it again drifts out of focus. This lends a sense of instability to the melancholy, dreamlike interim. Visconti’s descriptive camera is allowed to dominate the film because there is simply nothing but description and observation in this film. As in The Damned, Visconti makes expert use of the zoom lens, but this time the zooms are for the most part slow and exploratory. The camera glides endlessly across the hotel and its guests, as well as the beaches with their numerous holidaymakers, often starting a shot as if it were from von Aschenbach’s point of view, only to finish with him in shot, creating a subtle sense of disorientation.

“The only action in this film is what goes on within Aschenbach’s mind and it is by colouring the potentially neutral, at times almost documentary scenes that Visconti creates with the appropriate mood that he brings this film to life. Compared to the crushing solidity of Ludwig, space here is frequently subjective, a screen on which the dying hero projects his feelings. At the same time, this space remains mysteriously aloof from him, displaying all the inscrutability of a foreign country. This slightly threatening aspect of Venice is hinted at from the outset. As von Aschenbach is brought by gondola from the boat at the opening of the film, a dispute with the gondoleer leaves Aschenbach muttering worriedly to himself: “I don’t understand”. In the final stages of Death in Venice, when von Aschenbach discovers evidence of a cholera epidemic locals are trying to cover up for the sake of the tourist industry, the menacing aspect comes to the fore, the now corrupt beauty of the alleys and canals of Venice holding a lurking sense of death and danger far more powerful than even that evoked by Nicolas Roeg in Don’t Look Now (1973) with its more obviously grand Guignol trappings. Roeg’s rainswept, off-season Venice is immediately inhospitable, whereas Visconti, the master of decadence, seduces us with his painterly vision only to gradually reveal the danger at its heart. This parallels the process of Aschenbach’s hopeless love for a boy he has spotted on the beach and his ultimate death in pursuit of his ideal, Visconti once again using space to tell his story, this time with a delicacy that he would never surpass.” –– from ‘Visconti’s Cinema of Twilight’, by Maximilian Le Cain

 

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Ludwig (1973)

 

“One would spontaneously put Visconti’s Ludwig in the category of films that are bigger than cinema and more audacious than their time. Their mere existence challenges the dullness of daily life, the materialism of the century… And in this film of over-proportionate ambition, the filmmaker could not remain smaller than his subject: Ludwig, no more than Linderhof castle, is meant to be inhabited.” — Olivier Assayas

“In Helmut Berger’s Ludwig, Visconti’s echt aestheticism finds its last champion, its Tristan, and also its supreme sacrificial victim, its Christ. Ludwig is a passion play: a mass.” — James McCourt

 

 

‘Visconti’s best films have the rare quality of existing in space as much, if not more, than in time. It is an intensely visual style of filmmaking, which involves immersing the audience in the atmosphere of each scene and gradually overwhelming them with it as opposed to rushing from one scene to the next in pursuit of narrative tension. Of all the directors who, each in their own very unique way, practice a similar approach – Dreyer, Antonioni, Tarkovsky, Jansco, Angelopoulos, Tarr, certain films by Kubrick and Wenders – Visconti is the most subtle, consciously or unconsciously cloaking his radicalism in the ‘respectability’ of the period genre. I would argue that this radicalism was achieved through constant striving to tell his stories more vividly rather than by making use of any preconceived aesthetic programme. In this way, Visconti can be perceived as the transitional figure in European cinema between classicism and modernism.

“Ludwig deals with an aristocrat isolated by changing times, in this case the King of Bavaria. Melancholy gives way to neurosis; the romantic atmosphere has become that of a gothic horror film, with Helmut Berger’s tormented King hiding from the world like a vampire as he descends into escapism, illness and insanity. Ludwig is a film about a man avoiding coming to terms with change, put in a position of leadership for which he is hopelessly unfit and which he uses to hide from the world. It is an icy, spare, claustrophobic record of decadence and degeneration. Each scene has the feeling of a solemn ceremony or, at times, an historical tableau. His view of events is detached, reflecting both the hero’s helplessness and his increasingly tenuous grip on reality.

“In one powerful scene, we follow Ludwig into a room full of relatives, through a complicated process of bowing and hand kissing. In the middle of it all he becomes aware of a personal betrayal. Almost overwhelmed with fury and grief, he goes through the same formal procedure before leaving the room. The scene is not played as a stiff upper lip exercise in putting a good front on things. Rather it is bitterly farcical, the King’s body trembling with humiliation as he goes through the empty procedures. Ludwig is the story of a man trapped by destiny, history, and his own personal failings. And, in what is Visconti’s most extreme film, he is a man trapped by the walls that enclose him.

“Ludwig is ultimately a man crushed and destroyed by architecture. Having been deposed by the government as mentally unfit to govern, he is silently escorted by his captors in an interminable real time scene down an endless series of corridors to his bleak, sterile cell. It is at moments like this that Visconti’s leisurely pace turns almost sadistic, yet the relentless oppressiveness of corridor after corridor is genuinely chilling and, taken in the right spirit, possesses a hypnotic, mercilessly compacted power. It is the natural conclusion to Ludwig’s ever contracting world, a final imprisonment. All that is left is his mysterious death by drowning the first time he is let out for a walk in the grounds.” — from Viscont’s Cinema of Twilight, by Maximilian Le Cain

 

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