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There is a place.
In the head, in the heart or in the soul. But not in the mind.
That place is every man's Eden: creativity that goes beyond the rational.
They say we are all creative as children and with the arrival of adolescence we become always too rational, always too inclined towards a certain snobbery that pushes us to become caricatures of a society on its last legs. With adulthood, then, intoxicated by trends, hypochondrias, and depressions, we push ourselves towards a total annulment of the absurde, to dedicate ourselves to the "easier" one of reason and rationality.
However, there are those exceptional cases ranging from Bunuel to Pasolini, from Miike to Sade, from Dalì to Shozin, who managed in their lives to defeat the banal approach around them. And with great joy, Alberto Cavallone was part of the absurd clan, one of the best Italian directors ever existed and, unsurprisingly, unknown. This just to confirm how contemporary Italy (and I'm not talking about the critics, but the Cinema in general) is a continuous decline of clichés, assorted banalities, and cultural interests equating to absolute zero.
Cavallone was the non-plus-ultra of Italian surrealism: he managed to break those tedious physical/logical/pragmatic rules and scrambled your brain with a camera and a couple of actors. In one frame, he captured life, death, destruction, sex, degradation. He ate your heart, vomited it out, shredded your dignity, and emasculated it between your sides.
And "Spell" is his damn, damned masterpiece.
The hysteria of love within domestic walls, in a damn damned and chaste little rural village where everyone is seeking their dignified and sexual satisfaction. Is there really any point in discussing it when that genius ending speaks for itself? The wrath of a broken and completely empty brain, replaced by a gaze into the seminal. In the deep and hidden place where the female orifice hides in a peaceful locus amoenus of flesh.
Art
Art
Art
Art
and that's it.
Do you find my review snobbish/intellectual/damnably know-it-all and senseless?
You are right.
But does one really have to be so rational to live? Can one abandon useless reason to let oneself be guided by that creativity lost forever?
Does it really make sense to express a concise judgment by abandoning the mind and letting oneself be carried by the heart? Of course, yes.
And Spell is the proof: A film that comes straight from the left side of the heart.
Violent, cerebral, witty, and beautiful. One of the great masterpieces of Italian cinema.
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