
I wasn’t really keep on seeing the film, as all reviews I had read described the film as a study of voyeurism; you go to film for a story, not for a study. It expected the film to be gruesome, cold, dispassionate, especially when you hear that the film was really reviled when it was released in 1960. Now that I have seen the film, I can report that it’s a wonderful film, a masterpiece, no less, and very, very satisfying viewing, solely because the film humanises its criminal protagonist without being melodramatic and cheesy. It’s so heartbreakingly real.
Mark was experimented upon when he was child by his biologist father who wanted to study the responses of fear in humans. “In my childhood, I did not have a moment of privacy,” Mark tells Helen; he was always followed by a camera. Then his father gave him a camera, and now, the only way he can communicate is through the camera.
The film does not really explain why he started killed those women. Perhaps he chose the women because they were the easy victims, and perhaps he needed to do it sublimate his own trauma. He has a unique weapon. One of the legs of his camera tripod has a knife and with it he attacks his victims while recording their reactions of morbid fear at the time of their death.
Otherwise, Mark is a shy young man, that’s the reason Helen gets attracted to him in the first place. But he has been damaged by his father, and there’s no hope. As Mark gets close to Helen, he sees a glimmer of hope for himself and even tries to contact a psychiatrist to seek help, but it was already too late.
American filmmaker Martin Scorsese helped restore the glory of the film after it was penned by everyone on its release, so much so that it almost destroyed the career of one of the greatest filmmakers Britain has ever produced (The Red Shoes, The Life and Times of Colonel Blimp and the hauntingly beautiful Black Narcissus). Scorsese famously said this film and Fellini’s eight and a half effectively say everything that there is to say about filmmaking as an art and its true nature.
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