Montenegro (1981) from Tuna and Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Montenegro, AKA Montenegro or Pigs and Pearls, is a Swedish comedy that scores high on "off-beat energy." In other words, it is just plain strange. For some, including me, that is a good thing. Marilyn Jordan (Susan Aspach), an American, is married to a rich Swede who prefers making more riches to doing anything with his wife and two kids. Her father in law, a man in a wheel chair who fancies himself Buffalo Bill and is advertising for a new wife, also lives with them. She feels neglected, and that she is coming apart. If only she had trusted those feelings and done something about it! One night when her husband refuses sex, she lights the bed sheets on fire. She makes schnitzel for breakfast, then eats all of it before the family can get to it. Later, she pours poison into their new dog's milk dish, and then lets the dog decide whether to drink it. Clearly, she has more than one screw loose. Her husband brings in a shrink. |
Her husband is scheduled to leave on yet another business trip, and she decides to go with him. She has trouble at the airport when security officers discover hedge clippers in her purse, hence detain and search her. While in security, she meets a young Yugoslav girl, Patricia Gelin, who gets her involved with a whole community of Yugoslavians who run a club in Sweden, complete with explicit stripping and bootleg liquor. To call the immigrants eccentric would be a massive understatement.
That's enough setup. If this appeals to you and you
haven't seen it, it is well worth a rental. |
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Scoop's comments in yellow. This movie is a domestic nihilist black comedy, meant to be a surreal Strangelove-like look at the brain-numbing effects of middle class life. Susan Anspach looked great as the bored American housewife married to a Swedish millionaire businessman in Stockholm. She falls in with some crazy Yugoslavian immigrants, and takes a walk on the wild side. It's every bit as nutty as Tuna suggested, but it does have some heart and, as Tuna suggests, some off-beat charm to it. It includes a memorable erotic scene in which a young exotic stripper does a routine with a radio controlled dildo. (It's strapped to a toy vehicle.) This director, Dusan Makavejev, should have made famous movies, but did not. He had great talent, and this movie, despite its eccentricities and inconsistency, showed flashes of tremendous ability at the very highest levels of the craft. At the time this movie was lensed, Dusan was a 49 year old man who had already been making films in Serbo-Croatian for a quarter of a century, one of them a significant art house success (W.R. - Mysteries of the Organism). He followed this movie with two English-language efforts, "The Coca Cola Kid" and "Manifesto", which were not masterpieces, but were not bad at all. Then his career just sort of petered out, and he never did deliver a great English language movie for us to remember him by. I suppose he got into the international game too late in life. |
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He drifted back to Europe, made some more Serbo-Croatian films, and had no credits at all after 1996. The IMDb says he's now teaching at Harvard, or at least he was a while back. He would be 72 now (2004 as I write this.). |
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