Title: Ghastly bit of tripe
Product review: Absolutely dreadful film from Rainer Werner Fassbinder. Arty and pretentious in every aspect--cardboard scenery, garish lighting, intrusive vocal score (sounding like medieval chant), stilted dialogue, bombastic narration, and worst of all, wooden performances by Brad Davis, Franco Nero and French film legend, Jeanne Moreau. It feels like a very bad experimental off-off-Broadway play.The plot is totally incomprehensible. Perhaps it would have made more sense if I hadn't fallen asleep several times during the movie. Usually if I doze off I back a film up to see what I missed, but not with this one. I just kept hoping it would end.I felt embarrassed for everyone involved in this ghastly mess, especially Moreau: "Querelle" certainly isn't one of the highlights of her distinguished career.Avoid this thing like the plague, unless you're an out-and-out masochist.
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