Review: Pasolini Is the Rare Biopic That Stresses Creation Above Chaos

Working in the most white elephantine of genres, Abel Ferrara has produced one of its few termitic entries.

Photo: Kino Lorber

Reverence is an anomaly in Abel Ferrara’s full-throated filmography, but Pasolini is so calm that it might not initially seem so awestruck. The film seems content simply to watch Pier Paolo Pasolini (Willem Dafoe) at work in the final day of his life as he discusses ideas for his novel Petrolio and sits down at a typewriter to develop another one of its chapters. He reviews post-production footage of Sálo and gives minor notes to his editor. Biopics ascribe titanic importance to a subject’s every gesture, but Ferrara stresses the reality of creation, of its ordinary activities that nonetheless give an artist a sense of fulfillment.

There’s something refreshing about this approach, a conscious refusal to play by the rules that make biographical features such unwitting self-parodies. By grounding Pasolini’s work in the quotidian, the film stresses the master filmmaker’s connection to people, to friends and family, never soapboxing about his controversial material, but gently illustrating the moral base underneath his nihilistic art. Furthermore, nothing about the film forecasts Pasolini’s grisly murder, even the elegant late passage of the director picking up a young prostitute and treating the boy to a nice meal before taking him to a beach for sex.

Never has a straight director filmed a cruising sequence so matter-of-factly—which is to say, without squeamishness or morbid fascination. And for all the conspiracies surrounding Pasolini’s murder, this film’s designation of senseless homophobia as the cause of death is fitting. Many believe Pasolini was murdered by a system that feared him, and Ferrara suggests, realistically and directly, that those people were, in a sense, correct.

This is a far cry from Ferrara’s originally stated intention of wanting to use multiple perspectives, a la Rashomon, to investigate some of the loftier theories about Pasolini’s demise. But the explanation given in the final version befits the film’s broader rejection of the usual pitfalls of confining someone’s real life to a three-act structure. One of the most dispiriting aspects of films about figures who died before their time is how they frame death as a matter of fate. Pasolini, on the other hand, views the great Italian filmmaker’s murder as a gruesome interruption of a life yet to be fully lived, as evidenced by a simple but moving final shot of Pasolini’s day planner. It’s a lament for what the world was denied by his death as much as a celebration for what he left behind.

Nevertheless, Ferrara does devote a significant portion of the film’s slim running time to valorizing Pasolini’s art. Intriguingly, he does so not by recreating either the productions or finished products of the director’s completed work, but by interpreting the existing passages of the incomplete Petrolio as a film within the film. Ferrara shoots these sequences with a mixture of trashiness and formalism, framing gargantuan displays of hedonism with such precision that a Roman orgy looks like a neoclassical painting in celebration of bacchanalia.

Such scenes replicate the thematic and moral aims of Pasolini’s films without simply copying them note for note. Ferrara even casts Pasolini’s one-time lover and devoted companion, Ninetto Davoli, as the protagonist of these sequences, and the time and respect given to his expressive, obsolete acting method is itself an appreciative throwback to Pasolini’s style and facility with actors. There are no pat explanations of Pasolini’s art, even in an early interview scene where Pasolini lays out his philosophy (and perhaps Ferrara’s own) to a hostile reporter. Instead, the film humbly illustrates the contrast between the artist’s imagination and the concrete world in which he lived and worked. Working in the most white elephantine of genres, Ferrara has produced one of its few termitic entries.

 Cast: Willem Dafoe, Ninetto Davoli, Riccardo Scamarcio, Valerio Mastandrea, Adriana Asti, Maria De Medeiros  Director: Abel Ferrara  Screenwriter: Maurizio Braucci  Distributor: Kino Lorber  Running Time: 86 min  Rating: NR  Year: 2014

Jake Cole

Jake Cole is an Atlanta-based film critic whose work has appeared in MTV News and Little White Lies. He is a member of the Atlanta Film Critics Circle and the Online Film Critics Society.

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