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A kindred spirit of Luis Buñuel, with an inferior sense of humor but more palpable existential compulsions, Pier Paolo Pasolini perpetually rebelled against moral hegemony, commiserating with outcasts and creating and dying as one. Today, his canon has been co-opted by forces on the right and left, the faithful and the secularwhich is to say, he belongs to us all. Now he's the subject of a retrospective by the Film Society of Lincoln Center, titled "Heretical Epiphanies: The Cinematic Pilgrimages of Pier Paolo Pasolini," a reminder of how forcefully the poet provocateur's work still resonates with the "thunderous sound of plaint innumerable" proclaimed in Dante's Inferno and cited in the director's Mamma Roma.
Pasolini's first film, 1961's Accattone, was the original Hustle & Flow. As the story of a Roman pimp's demiseone that articulated his sense of social and emotional deprivationAccattone created a humane precedent that continued well into the filmmaker's career. Accattone may also be seen as a post-neorealist where-are-they-now sequel to De Sica's revered Shoeshine, but Pasolini's realistic grasp of human and social progresswith De Sica's shoeshine boys growing up to be pimps, not good state cogswas too much for the fascist powers-that-be, as was the director's ballsy Christ-to-man correlations: In the film's most significant scene, a homoerotic Pietà takes shape as Vittorio "Accattone" Cataldi (Franco Citti) weeps on his friend's shoulder. Pasolini was not sentimental, but his sympathy for layabouts was an affront to capitalist Italian society, which relegated undesirables like Accattone to the periphery.
It was in these precarious margins that Pasolini felt most comfortableamong hustlers, whores, petty thieves, and loafers. Mamma Roma (1962) essentially rewrites Accattone from a female point of view, but it's more structurally provocative, the first of many Pasolini pictures to hinge on dueling narratives. Anchored by a contentious, manic-depressive performance by Anna Magnani, the film contrasts the fates of a mother and son separated by gender and generation. Its finale is a heartbreaking coup de grâce, as is the pair of majestic tracking shots that conceive Mamma Roma as a celestial body circling a solar system of hookers, pimps, and streetlightsthe poetic expression of a woman struggling to define her place in the world.
Filled with shrewd references to religious iconography and Renaissance art, Accattone and Mamma Roma form a diptych of modern spiritual crisis that embodies Pasolini's Marxist beliefs and conflicted sense of faith. Having equated Accattone to Christ and Mamma Roma to the Madonna, it was only natural that Pasolini would eventually direct his gaze on Christ himself, first in La Ricotta (1963) and then in The Gospel According to St. Matthew (1964)two studies of faith and devotion that together demonstrate the director's canny gift for satire and even cannier talent for playing it straight. Pasolini's volatile artistry was such that the one earned him jail time (later commuted), the other a spot on the Vatican's list of best films.
The popular critical line on The Gospel According to St. Matthew, then and now, is that Pasolini presents the story of Christ through a Marxist prism, which is true insofar as the filmmaker understood Christ as an outcast whose consciousness, like that of Accattone and Mamma Roma, was shaped by class struggle and harsh social conditions. But this line too often misrepresents the film as an intellectual soapbox, trivializing its stark, unpretentious, elegantly tossed-off beauty. The Gospel According to St. Matthew is a lament for a bygone era and a celebration of Christ's life, work, and death, told without cynicism, irony, or doubt, where every plangent image embodies Scripture at its most rapturous. (Yes, this is the Vatican favorite.)
With each new film, the director ventured deeper into a mythic past, tortured places inhabited by bawdy women and beautiful men. Though the bourgeois-tickling Teorema (1968) may feel like an anomaly in Pasolini's career, this modern- day story about the effect of Terrence Stamp's cock on an upper-class family unit makes sense as another Christ parable. When Stamp's mysterious visitor exits the film, his absence brings out the best and worst in everyone, provoking the family's son to unconventional artistic expression and the maid to miracle work, but dooming the mother to worship false idols between her legs, the daughter to the prison of her own body, and the father to abstract exile across an arid, primordial landscape. Teorema is Pasolini's funniest cherry bomba surgeon general's warning that he might have placed on every Bible if given the chance.
Death tolls loudly throughout Pasolini's canon, and his famously unsolved murder may be seen as poetic irony, in keeping with the lives of the many characters he created and considered castaways to history. For his final artistic statement, it seems only fitting that it should have been the tongue-ripping, shit-eating, ass-raping bad time of Salo (1975), a scathing period piece about fascist consumer society that may be the most controversial film of all time. Arresting, vulgar, thought-provoking, ageless, borderline fatuous, and impossible to dismiss, it is every bit the work of a rebel whose cause was to be irreducible as an artist and man.
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