Litan (1982)

This blog has been on hiatus for a while now. // The Spectacle microcinema is a favorite of mine in its offering all sorts of odd movie experiences. Yesterday's screenings consisted of two films, of which I saw one, Litan. Paying audience (I think): 2. It's a weird little film that is unlike most anything else. This is a good thing, and a bad thing. It's hard to find a cheesier horror flick than this one. It's also difficult to find a weirder one. Jean-Pierre Mocky's film takes place in a nightmare that just won't end. In the centre of this feverish dreamy reality is a funeral music playing gang with death masks on their faces. A town, Litan, is in many ways a city of death. Characters are dying off like flies, some of them later to return to life in some sort of zombie-mode. In the end, the distinction between the dead and the living starts to wane. -- The film can be blamed for lots of things but at least it doesn't try to explain all the feverish weirdness on display. Entertaining? To some exant. Will I remember it next week? No.