Dealer

The perfect antithesis of Requiem for a Dream. Instead of a rhythmic automaton of physical symptoms, Fliegauf sees the drug as an automaton of nothingness, emptied existence. Victims of drug addiction are transformed into zero points of humanity by the subtle movement of the camera, marginally kept out of the direct perspective of the testimony and revealed as if through their own absence - what Fliegauf demonstrates is not the self-purposeful formal brilliance, but rather the castration that the drug performs (and yet one of the characters of the protagonist, a cured drug addict, asks: "The heroin is gone. But what's left of you?"). The junkies around whom the camera slowly circles are empty boxes, puppets, zombies, beings that (as Slavoj Žižek would surely add) can no longer be the subject of tragedy or comedy. Dealer is extremely fascinating precisely thanks to its program passivity - there is not a single shot that provokes or shocks. What provokes and shocks is surgical lack of participation, an empty space where we expect tragic engagement or a gesture of compassion. Iconic is the scene where the hero stands with his father over a depression in concrete, where his mother's body landed, trying in vain to convince his father that his mother is no longer there. The whole film works on the basis of empty spaces, cracks, the possible filling of which is a drug. Hence the long and certainly metaphorical picture at the end, in which we follow either a kind of travesty of birth or a psychoanalytic rift, an inexplicable trauma from which there is no escape in rationality. Dealer is a brilliant perspective of the safety of schemes which keep a person at a self-preserving distance from addicts as a radical otherness. I think Fliegauf's film quite uniquely touches on a much deeper essence than most films on the subject of drug addiction (in fact, all that I've seen so far). The film may be temporal in its focus, but deeply "Tarr-like" philosophical with its bleak and silent penetration of taboos. (08.08.2011)

I haven't seen anything so depressingly dull and gloomy for a long time. For me, it was a bit of a more challenging screening; I had to split it into two parts because the pace of this film was almost lethally slow, which was caused by polished camera work. Even though it made it more demanding, I don't blame the producers for it. There isn't a single grain of positivity in the script; the camera is occasionally adjusted in a way that you can barely see the actors' faces, creating a terribly grim, dense atmosphere. Accompanied by eerie sounds, it was just a walk through total emptiness. I have to praise the camera and editing once again because it was truly magnificent. However, unfortunately, it wasn't a film directly for me, so an average rating. (26.07.2013)