Todd Billeci

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Favorite films

  • Fellini Satyricon
  • City of Women
  • A Woman Under the Influence
  • Citizen Kane

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  • Ecstasy in Entropy

    ★★★★

  • After Dark, My Sweet

    ★★★

  • The Pornographers

    ★★★★½

  • Rififi

    ★★★★

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  • Ecstasy in Entropy

    Ecstasy in Entropy

    ★★★★

    "We must take the guns away from the cops."

    Nick Zedd's work encapsulates the very definition of the 80s deep underground arthouse film. Ecstacy follows communist cinema examples set by 1970s Japanese new wavers (Koji Wakematsu, et al.) in it's use of nudity and sex to examine modes of hierarchical power, repression, and desire. Echoes of Godard's 1968 La Chinoise—with voiced-over political commentary—also connect Ecstacy with the prior decades of radical leftist filmmaking.

    Much has been written about No Wave cinema. I direct interested readers to Jack Sargent's book, Deathtripping, and the documentary film, Blank City, for a quick start.

  • The Pornographers

    The Pornographers

    ★★★★½

    "That's for stupid adults." —Subu

    This example of Japanese New Wave (Imamura, 1966) follows the exploits of "Subu" — a small-time porn baron peddling his single-take schlock films and stroke books in a seedy part of Osaka. Creative lighting and trippy camera angles accompany Subu's musings on the big, big philosophical questions amidst unbridled ribaldry. As the plot spirals outward, the director grabs his audience by the ears—forcing a hard look at the meaning of sex & human relations in a milieu of disposable culture.

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  • Wake in Fright

    Wake in Fright

    ★★★★

    This example of Australian New Wave (Ted Kotcheff, 1972) and nominee for Cannes Grand Prix du Festival was lost until 2008, when the negative was found in a drum marked "for destruction." A poetry-quoting intellectual spirals into destitution over a period of days in a menacing outback hell-hole. Superb.

  • Black Magic Rites

    Black Magic Rites

    ★★★

    One of the truly psychedelic 70s Eurotrash films—apparent from the first, groovy soundtrack beat. The leading man was Jayne Mansfield's husband, it turns out. Despite some sag in what might be a plotline, the beginning and end are visually rewarding. The HD scan from original negative is superb.