Speaking of Michel Rubini..
44.

dir. Tony Scott, 1983
John Blaylock: Forever...?
Miriam Blaylock: ...and ever.
A young Mr. Crimson Denzel Top Gun tries to
out-Ridley Scott his older brother with this feature debut: a lush - and actually quite beautiful - modern vampire tale set in New York City. One of my all-time favourite films, this is the gothiest goth film that ever did goth & it features what might be the greatest sex scene ever lensed.
Catherine Deneuve stars as a queen vamp who seduces a young Susan Sarandon into becoming the next in a long line of immortal-ish lovers after her most recent paramour (played by Second Coming of Christ, David Bowie) succumbs to the flawed vampirism that's left him in a state of perpetual, undying old age. Plot-wise, nothing much happens & the film's dialogue could probably be reproduced line by line on a napkin, but every shot & edit is a
stunningly gorgeous expression & edgy experiment by it's young, hungry director.
The Hunger moves at a very meticulous pace, alternating between quick stabs of gore set to the screeching synths of Michael Rubini & painterly, slow-moving scenes bathed in smoke, flowing drapes, & stark neon set to the sonic romantic classicism of Bach & Léo Delibes.
All said, the film remains a crystalline time capsule of edgy 1982/83 cool, bleeding style from every frame & capturing, for all time, iconic moments that feature: Bauhaus at their glorious height, an impossibly young Willem Dafoe making his screen debut as Street Punk #2, Bowie at his iciest cool, and Catherine Deneuve's brief but "Holy crap!" graphic sex romp with Susan Sarandon.
Edited by Art Decade - 10/1/11 at 10:58am