Excerpt: Aleksandr Sokurov’s demented, gunky take on the Faust legend tumbles from one scene into the next with loping, loopy energy. People gnash their teeth and bite each other’s elbows and wrists; everyone is always falling down, jumping up, tripping over each other. The direction of onscreen movement changes from shot to shot—left to right, right to left, back to front. Even the camera seems drunk, drifting in queasy circles as objects squint into focus.
Excerpt: Dissecting a cadaver at the start of Aleksandr Sokurov's methodically balmy Faust , the impoverished and miserable Doctor Heinrich Faust (Johannes Zeiler) yanks a heart from the chest cavity like a leg of lamb. Asked by his slavish, apparently unhinged assistant, Wagner (Georg Friedrich), where to look for the human soul, the middle-aged misanthrope hisses, "There's only rubbish in there," as the body is raised on a slab, its guts spilling out in an unholy mess.
Summary: Don’t expect the classic Faust of old – this is a twisted, surreal, sometimes disturbing and often demented twist on the tale of the man who sold his soul. Visually arresting, powerfully acted arthouse drama from the director of Russian Ark that’s not for all tastes – but if you go with your mind open it’s a thought-provoking playground for the imagination.
Excerpt: In zijn Faust benadrukt Alexander Sokurov het kwade in de mens. Hij maakt het zijn publiek niet makkelijk door geen kaders te bieden en de kijker regelmatig op het verkeerde been te zetten. Dit maakt deze Faust een uitdagende kijkervaring.