as i’m still ill, and bored of makin pictures of my bed, i started watching films.
The Devils by Ken Russel is one of my all time favourites. it’s one of those films that tries to speak about everything in our life - and it not fails. this piece of art makes it - it’s about love, politics, religion, beauty, horror, power and our weakness, the importance to be aware of our unimportance, terror and freedom etc. about the whole cosmos as we know it. sometimes makes us laugh (it has to, because it’s a satire) but it shocks us for sure. the director’s cut is the most shocking version of this film, which is still unavailable officially. i’ve never seen it - and i don’t think i have to, because the shorter version is thrils you enough.
The Devils has the most cathartic end scene which I ever saw, with the picture of a demolished wall and an endless road with hanging, tortured bodies on it’s side. it’s a terrible view but tells so much when you watch the film.
the sets were designed by the great Derek Jarman - astonishing work, mostly because he almost built a small city in a simple but period-true style (of course it’s full of symbols). the story happens in the XVII. century, but Russel’s directing is reflecting on it’s own era - for example Father Barre (Michael Gothard), the exorcist acts like a rock star in the whole movie; he’s wearing sun glasses and very cool gloves and always makes a show, and Father Grandier (played by the fabulous Oliver Reed) dies the way as the protesting buddhist priests during the Vietnam war.
Russel’s work is a great inspiration for me. he was a great artist, we should care more about his legacy.
RIP Mr. Russel