Berberian Sound Studio (2012)
Country: GB
Technical: col 92m
Director: Peter Strickland
Cast: Toby Jones, Antonio Mancino
Synopsis:
A nebbish sound engineer turns up at an Italian recording studio to dub a giallo horror, and finds himself repelled by the footage he is obliged to invent sounds for. Meanwhile he is kept all but a prisoner by his employers, who do not even reimburse his expenses, and receives disquieting letters from his mother about the birds that have nested back home.
Review:
Amusing for film buffs thanks to its revealing (and imaginative) angle on sound effect production (knife a Savoy cabbage, anyone?), this sadly fails to develop beyond a one-gag exercise in the uncanny, with the director, aware that his plot is going nowhere, resorting to a closing third act that draws heavily on 1970s arthouse pretentiousness. Poverty of means all too uncomfortably matched by poverty of imagination.
Country: GB
Technical: col 92m
Director: Peter Strickland
Cast: Toby Jones, Antonio Mancino
Synopsis:
A nebbish sound engineer turns up at an Italian recording studio to dub a giallo horror, and finds himself repelled by the footage he is obliged to invent sounds for. Meanwhile he is kept all but a prisoner by his employers, who do not even reimburse his expenses, and receives disquieting letters from his mother about the birds that have nested back home.
Review:
Amusing for film buffs thanks to its revealing (and imaginative) angle on sound effect production (knife a Savoy cabbage, anyone?), this sadly fails to develop beyond a one-gag exercise in the uncanny, with the director, aware that his plot is going nowhere, resorting to a closing third act that draws heavily on 1970s arthouse pretentiousness. Poverty of means all too uncomfortably matched by poverty of imagination.
Country: GB
Technical: col 92m
Director: Peter Strickland
Cast: Toby Jones, Antonio Mancino
Synopsis:
A nebbish sound engineer turns up at an Italian recording studio to dub a giallo horror, and finds himself repelled by the footage he is obliged to invent sounds for. Meanwhile he is kept all but a prisoner by his employers, who do not even reimburse his expenses, and receives disquieting letters from his mother about the birds that have nested back home.
Review:
Amusing for film buffs thanks to its revealing (and imaginative) angle on sound effect production (knife a Savoy cabbage, anyone?), this sadly fails to develop beyond a one-gag exercise in the uncanny, with the director, aware that his plot is going nowhere, resorting to a closing third act that draws heavily on 1970s arthouse pretentiousness. Poverty of means all too uncomfortably matched by poverty of imagination.