Flesh of the Void is an art-house horror film from Sodom & Chimera Productions. This Austrian company was founded by the writer and director of this film. This is his first feature length film, after producing numerous experimental short films. So who the hell is he? That is exactly what I was thinking when I started this up. Now that it is over, it is a name that I definitely won’t forget.
James Quinn is the mad genius behind this film and company. I say this because I’m already looking forward to anything else he has made. This may be my favorite first time feature from an underground horror director ever. Flesh of the Void is one of the darkest and most memorable trips through a film that I’ve seen in a long while. I can confidently say that it will be on a bunch of top ten lists at the end of this year, and here we are only a few days in.
As far as collectors go, this is a movie that will be a must own for fans of very well known indie names. Fans of Marco Malattia, Carl Andersen, and Phil Stevens are the first ones that come to mind. This film is shot with beautifully dismal black and white photography that rivals Stevens’ work on his amazing film Lung. Channel 309 also came to mind as my ears were assaulted by an amazing pulsating score and unrivaled sexual brutality. As the film built its way up to an insane climax, I also couldn’t get the work of out of my mind. This movie must have been influenced by Andersen’s renegade style and experimental aesthetic. It is that brutally realistic lens that will also have fans of Marian Dora jumping all over this title.
In the end, it is a film that one can definitely not unsee. Like many low budget features, it probably could have shaved a few minutes here and there. For instance, the film opens with very interesting lines of horrific poetry. The lines are spoken with in a frightening tone over well edited visual insanity. The monologue/poem is one that sets up the themes of life and death. This is a philosophical journey taken through the eyes of a man without a face, the disabled, and the disgusting. It is a journey that takes an unflinching look at the darkest side of human life and death. However, this journey gets interrupted by the strangely long blow job in the middle of the film…kinda like this sentence right? So while visual content in films of the art-house variety is always up for interpretation, I think I could have garnered the same metaphor from a shorter blow job scene. Anyway, after the BJ, the film does get right back on track. The final thirty minutes comes together in a flurry of horrific imagery reminiscent of films like Begotten, Eraserhead, and Mecanix. It’s anti-religious, nihilistic, and completely twisted. I loved the cinematography, editing, sound, and narration. It is film that I am glad I got to see before so many others. It gives me a new sense of love for the underground. So keep an eye out for this one through Sodom & Chimera Productions Facebook page or the Black Lava website for release details.