by Claude Faraldo, France, 1973, 110’, Color
Made without proper language, just gibberish and grunts, this is an absurdist comedy about a man who rejects every facet of normal bourgeois life and turns his apartment into a virtual cave.
Barely released in the U.S. and ignored by all but the most fanatical arthouse deviants, this surreal French satire is steeped in pitch-black weirdness. At rst glance, the middle-aged Themroc seems like your typical, brutish, dirty-undershirted factory laborer. But as one day he arrives at his dreary job and is called onto the carpet after playing voyeur on a manager and his leggy secretary, his inner mechanisms for maintaining the routine conformity suddenly break down. His lifestile is so demeaning and repetitious that when Themroc abruptly breaks free of his shackles he goes completely bonkers. The scale and character of the ensuing madness is as impressive and morbidly fascinating as his preceding monotony was insipid.