[[Concept]]

[[Cinema]]

[[Movie]]

[[Description]]

• Fehérlófia is
  • a [[1981]] [[movie]]
    • #director [[Marcell Jankovics]]

[[Review]]s

[[Jayu Eleuthéria]]

[[Letterboxd]]

[[2022-02-06]]:

There's kind of a [[reactionary]] message behind its narrative—a [[modern]], too modern standpoint in which [[femininity]], [[curiosity]], and [[technology]] get conflated as corruption, chaos, and destruction. From the repartition of the land to the locking and unlocking of doors, [[sovereignty]] is masculine-tinted, unabashedly [[phallic]]. Such sovereignty never lies about its dependence on femininity—as long as it feeds, fucks, and faints. Allowing it to do anything else shall bring doom; worse of all, "doom" means new husbands with oh so woeful cyberdicks instead of the regular ones. [[Myths]] can be thought about. They can also [[think about]]. Fehérlófia thinks; consequently, it contradicts itself. The hand that nurtured could very well have held the sword by itself; hell could've been different from heaven, and not simply a distorted reflection of it; the recognition of oneself in the dreaded other could've come sooner; that shape could've been another shape. The best thing this film had to offer was its breathtaking animation and soundtrack—and not only for their own sake, as they also depict by themselves conflicting voices into the story.