Man Is Not a Bird (1965)
(Covek Nije Tica)
Country: YUG
Technical: bw 81m
Director: Dusan Makavejev
Cast: Stole Arandjelovic, Milena Dravic, Boris Dvornik
Synopsis:
An obscure hero distrusts everyone he meets in a society where the desire to 'fly' is symbolic of the need to distort reality, and everyone is exploiting someone else.
Review:
An attack on Communist ideology as a 'hypnotism' of the workforce; the impossibility of escape is exemplified at the end by the arrival of a travelling circus whose glittering costumes barely conceal their hairy armpits and flabby legs. The Beethoven played earlier was merely a celebration of a commercial pay-off made possible by exploitation of the workforce. A rather dull film, and devoid of the shock tactics present in the director's later work, but at least it is comprehensible.
(Covek Nije Tica)
Country: YUG
Technical: bw 81m
Director: Dusan Makavejev
Cast: Stole Arandjelovic, Milena Dravic, Boris Dvornik
Synopsis:
An obscure hero distrusts everyone he meets in a society where the desire to 'fly' is symbolic of the need to distort reality, and everyone is exploiting someone else.
Review:
An attack on Communist ideology as a 'hypnotism' of the workforce; the impossibility of escape is exemplified at the end by the arrival of a travelling circus whose glittering costumes barely conceal their hairy armpits and flabby legs. The Beethoven played earlier was merely a celebration of a commercial pay-off made possible by exploitation of the workforce. A rather dull film, and devoid of the shock tactics present in the director's later work, but at least it is comprehensible.
(Covek Nije Tica)
Country: YUG
Technical: bw 81m
Director: Dusan Makavejev
Cast: Stole Arandjelovic, Milena Dravic, Boris Dvornik
Synopsis:
An obscure hero distrusts everyone he meets in a society where the desire to 'fly' is symbolic of the need to distort reality, and everyone is exploiting someone else.
Review:
An attack on Communist ideology as a 'hypnotism' of the workforce; the impossibility of escape is exemplified at the end by the arrival of a travelling circus whose glittering costumes barely conceal their hairy armpits and flabby legs. The Beethoven played earlier was merely a celebration of a commercial pay-off made possible by exploitation of the workforce. A rather dull film, and devoid of the shock tactics present in the director's later work, but at least it is comprehensible.