WETLANDS (Feuchtgebiete)
C-
Germany (105 mi) 2013 d: David Wnendt
Germany (105 mi) 2013 d: David Wnendt
Not for the meek or timid.
Taking a page from many recent films that objectify women’s bodies,
viewed as demeaning from a male view, like Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s Don Jon
(2013), where Scarlett Johansson plays the male fantasy version of a voluptuous
tease, Abdellatif Kechiche’s Black
Venus (Vénus noire) (2010), a wretchedly abusive early 19th century historical
example of European racism, and even to some extent his sexually exploitive
lesbian film Blue
Is the Warmest Color (La Vie d'Adèle, Chapitres 1 et 2) (2013), especially
as seen under a male eye, but then it becomes empowering by female directors,
like Hager Ban-Asher’s The Slut
(Hanotenet) (2011), where the director herself plays the lead character, or
Julia Leigh’s Sleeping
Beauty (2011), where a woman becomes a gorgeous plaything, a look but don’t penetrate
porcelain doll, where liberation is achieved by defying the male
stereotype. Jonathan Glazer takes a stab
in Under
the Skin (2013), again using Scarlett Johansson, turning an extraterrestrial
perspective into a feminist view of female objectification, where women are judged
and valued through surface artificiality, and what’s inside hardly
matters. David Wnendt is a German
director who has for the most part created a lesbian fantasy, where a young
anal-obsessed woman seeks liberation by freeing up her body to perform any
gross and vulgar task she can imagine, testing the limits of bad taste right
from the outset, notably the opening half-hour, and then plunging ever deeper
into a full-blown exploration of anal fantasies. What separates this from the rest is the
whimsically comic view that a woman’s body is meant to be shared as often, and
in as many ways, as possible, where it has a blaring punk music soundtrack that
growls for attention, pushing the envelope of what’s deemed acceptable, and
then going farther into repugnant territory.
Carla Juri is our bad girl Helen (age 27 when she made the
film, though she’s perceived as a teenager), initially seen as a little 8-year
old girl (Clara Wunsch) receiving instructions on how not to trust anybody,
including her own mother (who allows her to jump into her arms from a ledge and
then intentionally fails to catch her, hoping this memory of a painful injury will
provide fruitful results), but also proper instructions from her mother (Meret
Becker) on how to clean and maintain proper hygiene for her private parts, as
her worst nightmare is having an accident and being discovered with unclean
underwear. As a result of her mother’s fanatical
obsessions, Helen as a young adult has been ingrained with a hyper interest in
her female orifices, where the title of the film refers to her vaginal region,
where one of her favorite pastimes is rubbing it on every known filthy object
imaginable, seen in the opening scene of the film cleaning an indescribably
filthy toilet seat until it is spotlessly clean. Due to her mother’s feverishly persistent
cleaning habits, Helen likes to go a good week or so without cleaning, where
the overwhelming stench from her pubic region is perhaps what she’s most proud
of in herself. While the idea of
accepting yourself, gross and all, is well meaning, the film goes to great
lengths to create nauseatingly uncomfortable images, a bit like Kirby Dick’s
SICK: THE LIFE & DEATH OF BOB
FLANAGAN, SUPERMASOCHIST (1997), which was known to make viewers pass out in
the audience. Whether or not one agrees
with the film’s premise is not the issue, as it discovers new heights in sexual
material as comical farce, where it simply grows deliriously ridiculous, yet
like any bad car accident, it’s hard for many people to look away, as the
tendency is to be curious about outrageous displays of colossal disasters happening
before our eyes.
After awhile this may grow repetitive, where the viewers may
be asking themselves how far they really want to go with this, as it can get
grotesque after awhile even as it attempts to maintain a tone of silly
fun. It is somewhat reminiscent of
Marina de Van’s IN MY SKIN (2002), which is an admittedly squeamish film of not
only self-mutilation, but self-cannibalism as well, where the degree of excess
is mind-boggling, yet de Van’s film plays as an arthouse horror film, while
Wnendt’s over-the-top exaggeration is meant to be comical throughout, where
Helen is no shrinking violet, but extremely comfortable in her own skin. She winds up in the hospital under particularly
inauspicious circumstances, and immediately takes to one of the nursing staff,
Robin (Christoph Letkowski), always exposing herself, but also asking for his
help in getting her separated parents back together, choreographing their
visits so they would bump into each other.
In this way, it’s a good-natured comical farce, a fantasy of what the
world would be like if people could simply accept one another and be happy with
themselves. Helen’s partner in crime is
her girlfriend Corinna (Marlen Kruse), where they go through teenage experimentation
together, each showing a fearless resolve to overcome all inhibitions, where
Corinna’s attempt to please her punk drummer boyfriend is one for the
ages. Adapted from a Charlotte Roche
novel, one would think this is unfilmable, or better yet, should never be
filmed, where there’s a pizza sequence that will probably leave the audience
wishing it had never been filmed, as one hopes no one really gets the idea, but
the film is apparently very popular in Germany where they don’t have sexual
phobias and taboos like the more puritanical USA. The one thing going for the film is its
overall snarky tone of subversiveness, like the raw and graphic sexual imagery
found in underground comics, and some humorous use of music, but Helen’s naïve
notion of happiness is fairly sweet and innocent, and certainly far from
deviant. You’d think she may outgrow
many of the most disgusting habits once she gets them out of her system, where
it’s not the exploitive imagery, but mostly her candy-colored, light and
cheerful attitude that carries the film.