... aka: Trap
Directed by:
Jacques Baratier
Bloody Pit of Horror readers
should already be well versed on my love-hate relationship with surrealism
and experimental films, so it goes without saying that this 55-minute
French effort wasn't really to my liking. If you'd actually like to see
elements of surrealism well-integrated into a wonderful film, let me now
direct you to my write-up of LITAN (1982). Piège / Trap unfortunately falls into the "surreal film
that doesn't make sense to anyone aside from the person who made it"
category. A man (Jean-Baptiste Thiérrée)
goes to a "Vermin Shop," which has dozens of dead mice hanging on display
in the window, in search of a really big, really dangerous trap for a
really big animal. He won't go into further detail. The clerk (future
director [Fernando] Arrabal) shows him a mouse trap, an egg
trap, a fly swatter ("Flies are the devil!") and finally a large steel
"tiger trap" more to the customer's liking, which he decides to purchase.
The clerk then goes on a long, seemingly improvised, nonsensical rant (all
shot in one take that lasts about four minutes) where he drills the
customer with questions about whether he's afraid of being robbed, whether
or not he's a virgin, what his astrological sign is, etc. He ends by
telling the guy he has a pink pig inside of him (?) and that "I see you
will be attacked with a straw; they'll make a hole in your head and then
drink." Sure, why not?
Two nuns ride bicycles and discuss a problematic young blonde woman named Bulle
(Bulle Ogier) who's about to be released from a reformatory. Once she is, Bulle meets up with a
dark-haired biker chick (Bernadette
Lafont) and both encounter
the guy who bought the trap, who's outside a prison blowing bubbles. He
insists both come visit him. The man goes home, sets up the trap in
the courtyard and then lots of weird shit happens. A spotlight turns on by
itself. Something explodes in the front yard. When the ladies show up
(presumably to rob the place), eyes on a portrait light up and Bulle
becomes smashed against a glass door and whines about it hurting. She then
takes off her dress. The women tear apart furniture and bust out windows.
A blowtorch appears in the biker lady's hands, she cracks open a safe and
pulls out a human thumb. The guy watches the women pace around in circles
while moving a mirror back and forth while one compliments the other on
her hair, skin and beauty, and they discuss vomit and having to "poo."
After discovering a sarcophagus downstairs, they find they're trapped
inside. Bulle falls down a hole in the floor and ends up in a room with
S&M photos where the man watches her through a two-way mirror.
Bottles of booze explode when they're thrown and the women (now suddenly in
new wardrobe and morbid makeup) obnoxiously laugh, wail, cry, act
retarded, break eggs, eat apples and canned goods, spit out wine and
behave like disgusting pigs in the kitchen while various images are
projected onto them and the walls. They start breaking down cupboards with
an axe and destroy dishes, more crazy images are projected onto sheets, Bulle chases the guy around the house and through a room full of
mannequins, the ladies put him on some kind of operating table and then in an
electric chair while they dance around him and things end with everyone
being dead and the house getting torn down. The Vermin Shop keeper
(clearly looking off to the side to read cue cards the entire time) shows
up once more to explain what we've just seen in an epilogue that only
succeeds in confusing us further. "You would think it ended badly. He tried
to know and he was burned alive. It reminds us of Sodom imprisoned in his
castle like Kafka, and the fire arrives. Whereas, he believed it was
water, he thought he could fight the fire. It has not been possible. The
pig that was in him died with the acolytes who had women's heads. Me, I
consider this story as a premonitory dream. Although I know nothing of it
since I never saw it nor filmed it nor told it." Alrighty then.
Visually, there's occasionally some cool stuff going on in this one. Sometimes the
stark black-and-white cinematography is great and many of the effects -
done with simple film overlapping / image projection / lighting - are
pretty neat. The rest is basically a bunch of irritating nonsense. The soundtrack - full of screams, moans, metal clanging, glass
shattering, echoes
and various other loud and grating noises, is positively
headache-inducing, and some of the scenes go on for what feels like an
eternity. How long can you stand to see people behaving
brain-damaged and sitting around breaking stuff? I imagine if the director
had put some of his effects to work in a film that had a coherent plot
he'd have perhaps made something worth watching, but this certainly isn't
it.
Both lead actresses went on to esteemed careers in France; Lafont was a
regular in Claude Chabrol and Francois Truffaut films, and Ogier appeared
in Luis Bunuel's The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie (1972),
which won the Best Foreign Language Film Oscar that year, and many films
for Jacques Rivette. IMDb lists this as having been released in
1970, though the copyright says it's from 1968. I'm not aware of any kind
of American release for this minimal-appeal film and the print I viewed was recorded off of French TV.
★★
