From the Archives: “Female Human Animal” – Embrace the Unknown

At the beginning of Female Human Animal the film’s protagonist, writer Chloe Aridjis, who first met the great artist and writer Leonora Carrington in early 1990s Mexico City through her family doctor, describes her late friend to an off-camera interviewer:

She didn’t accept the world she was given as a woman. She didn’t accept the world as it superficially appeared. I guess I too have been drawn to a sense of an enchanted world; something beyond our everyday reality and I suppose even people who seemed to offer something radically different.

Filmed on antique video (specifically, 1986 AG-450 VHS camera), Female Human Animal is part documentary, part fevered dream; a haunting, at times psycho-sexual, thrilling journey transgressing internal and external worlds. Based on a conversation between Aridjis and the film’s director Josh Appignanesi, the film follows Aridjis as she guest curates Tate Liverpool’s Carrington retrospective in 2015, circling around a chance encounter she experiences during this period of her life.

The film opens at the beginning of the exhibition, with the reveal of Carrington’s 1953 work ‘And Then We Saw the Daughter of the Minotaur’. The mythological creature, a favourite of the Surrealists, is painted in an autobiographical depiction of otherworldly domesticity. In art and life Carrington was a seer, capable of transcending worlds and places through her creativity. As the camera closes in on the seer’s face and we stare into their eyes, we understand that we too are about to embark on an unearthly adventure.

The focus on and repetition of certain paintings, including ‘The Giantess (The Guardian of the Egg)’ (1947), ‘Queria ser pajaro’ (1960) and ‘Minotaur’, are almost re-enacted, or alluded to, in moments of Aridjis’ everyday life. One example is Carrington’s close connection to the animal spirits and her great affection and affinity for animals, especially cats. Aridjis’ cat, Ludwig, while being an enigmatic co-star, reminds us of the mysticism the artist believed animals possessed, and, fundamentally, of their innate freedom. Ludwig serves as an intermediary between worlds: those we can see — those on the canvas — and those in our imagination. As Aridjis says of Carrington during an event at the London Review Bookshop: “She always identified with feral spirits and animals. And she didn’t ever want to be confined. Female, human, animal — and not always in that order.”

Carrington’s presence is never off the screen, and the bonds between both women are prevalent throughout. However, in spite of Aridjis’ professional and personal involvement with her late friend and the seeming abandonment of the present for something more interior and supernatural, she never relinquishes her sense of autonomy: steered by her friend’s presence rather than controlled or possessed. It aligns with the footage of Carrington taken in 2011, shortly before she died, by cousin and biographer Joanna Moorhead, where she tells her companion and the camera: “You have to own your soul for as long as it’s possible to own a soul or you let your soul own you. And to hand it over to some half-arsed male … I wouldn’t recommend it.”

Carrington may have been associated with the Surrealists but she was never defined by the movement; she created art that was very much her own

I would say ‘haunting’ is most appropriate as a description of the relationship between these two women: Aridjis senses Carrington, lets her friend lead the way, yet is still present enough to retain her own autonomy. This is evident when she meets and follows a mysterious man (Marc Hosemann), whose name we never learn. The scene plays out as a variant of hide and seek, or cat and mouse, and it is not quite clear who is the hunter and who the hunted. The pair have an instant, unusual rapport — an otherworldly, mysterious chemistry — and there is a vague familiarity about him. He says he is a time-traveller: a fitting description as he more than embodies Max Ernst, the love of Leonora’s life. Their rendezvous in London exhilarates Aridjis whose preoccupation with writer’s block has her retreating into herself. During their date, we see a moment of release, of freedom, yet a sinister act has us pondering his existence. Is he a figment of her imagination, a character to be written in her book? Aridjis appears to abide by her description of Carrington, telling an enchanted audience at the London Review Bookshop how the latter was “influenced by her times but not determined by them. Influenced by the men in her life but not determined by them. She always remained her own person.”

If Female Human Animal is intended as a treatise on Carrington as a woman whose life and work refused to be defined by categorisation, it is only fitting that the film itself cannot be neatly boxed away into one particular category. It is both nostalgic and avant garde, documentary and fiction — it could almost be lifted from one of Carrington’s short stories — providing an effective balance between ‘reality’ and Aridjis’ internal world. This is further enhanced by Andy Cooke, Yasmine Kittles and O.M.D.’s original soundtrack and, as the music’s speed increases in moments of turmoil and panic, they provide frenetic bursts of energy verging on the visceral. It reminds me of Aridjis’ earlier comment to an off-camera interviewer as she curates the exhibition at Tate Liverpool: “She was the sort of woman who never wanted to feel confined. So that did feed into her paintings.”

Carrington may have been associated with the Surrealists but she was never defined by the movement; she created art that was very much her own. This appears to be the film’s message as it breaks open a genre and emerges as something new. It is something that we cannot overthink, we should just let it happen. This is best described by Carrington herself in another scene towards the end of her life. In a noisy, crowded restaurant in Mexico City, the older artist, with the resoluteness of her younger self still very much in her eyes, firmly delivers the following potent message: “You’re trying, desperately, to intellectualise me. And you’re wasting your time.”

This essay was written for The F Word and first published 1 October 2018.

Work Work: “A Wounded Fawn”

I had the great pleasure and honour of writing the BluRay booklet essay for Travis Stevens’ Surrealism-inspired A Wounded Fawn!. You can pre-order via the Vinegar Syndrome website right now! https://vinegarsyndrome.com/products/a-wounded-fawn

Essay: Buñuel and the Surrealists

Fortunately, somewhere between chance and mystery lies imagination, the only thing that protects our freedom, despite the fact that people keep trying to reduce it or kill it off altogether – Luis Buñuel.

Whatever art form it takes, whether painting, fashion, sculpture, or film, Surrealism has always been about disruption and the disorder of convention.

When the writer, poet, and co-founder of Surrealism André Breton was young, he and his friend, the French poet Jacques Vaché, would walk in and out of films at the cinema. At the end of the day, both young men would mentally edit all the images they had seen both on screen and off, mentally piecing the pictures together to create a personally unique movie of their very own. The result was “the visual collage thus put together in their heads as if it were a single film.”

We may say a similar approach was taken with Un Chien Andalou, Spanish filmmaker Luis Buñuel’s 1929 collaboration with Salvador Dalí. Both men pooled together two dreams, one each had experienced: Buñuel divulged his dream in which he saw a cloud sliced the moon in half, “like a razor blade slicing through an eye,” while Dalí replied with his dream about a hand festooned with crawling ants. These have become the best known images of Un Chien Andalou, a free association short film written by Buñuel and Dalí that continues to endure because of its Surrealist associations, Freudian symbolism, and dream imagery. The opening scene sets the tone, signposting the viewer to let the unconscious navigate. As Antonin Artaud once said, “the eye is the locus of transmission of meaning from writer to audience.”

Buñuel and Dalí intended their audiences to view the film in the same way as their artwork: reactionary, whether visceral or emotional. More importantly, they wanted audiences to suspend belief, let the unconscious take charge. The sliced eye was a metaphor that “links inner and outer, subjective, and objective,” what author Fiona Bradley describes as a ‘glace sans tain’, or a mirror without silvering’. Suspend belief, go internally and let the subconscious take over. The sluiced eye would inspire the severed ear lying in the grass behind the white picket fence in the opening segment of David Lynch’s neo-noir psychosexual fantasia Blue Velvet (1986). Both films signal the entry point into the world about to be inhabited, much like Alice falling down the rabbit hole and entering Wonderland. 

Un Chien Andalou relied on the subversion of the real world rather than flight from it. Where other films of the time were more abstract, interested primarily in photographic effects and the manipulation of light and shadow, Buñuel and Dalí’s dissolved one easily recognizable image into another at high speed. At one point, the camera focuses on a hand swarming with ants. In quick succession, the image then dissolves into one of the armpit hair of a girl lying on a beach, the spines of a sea-urchin, and the head of another girl. In another sequence, the man caresses a girl’s breasts, which turn into her thighs while he is touching them. As once Buñuel once said:

The plot is the result of a conscious psychic automatism, and, to that extent, does not attempt to recount a dream, although it profits by a mechanism, analogous to that of dreams. The sources from which the film draws inspiration are those of poetry, freed from the ballast of reason and tradition. Its aim is to provoke in the spectator instinctive reactions of attraction and repulsion.

Buñuel’s intentions for Un Chien Andalou, like many of his films, was to disrupt the social order, especially to offend the intellectual bourgeois of his youth. He took this mentality into the premiere of the film, attended by elite members of Parisian society known as ‘le tout-Paris,’ in which he alleged he placed rocks in his pockets. If the event was a disaster, he would throw them. Fortunately for all, it was a success.

Buñuel continued this mission of offence and mischief in 1972’s The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie. Co-written with the French novelist Jean-Claude Carrière, the film weaves several linked vignettes in which a party of middle class attendees attempt, unsuccessfully, to dine together, and the interruptions that ensue. While Un Chien Andalou was intended to shock the bourgeois, The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie unpacks this section of society to reveal their entitlement, but also their fears. The film is a Surrealist comedy, and as the audience we are both in on the joke, and soon revealed to be part of the punchline, too.

Dinner parties are, society would have us believe, ordered affairs, but the Surrealists understood the absurdity of formal and stuffy dining. As children, we are conditioned ‘not to play with our food,’ yet food and Surrealism have a long history of play. In Daisies (1966), Czech filmmaker Věra Chytilová’s Surrealistic comedy about two young women revelling in strange pranks, a hilarious food fight ensues. One artist deeply involved in the social disruption of food was the Swiss sculptor Meret Oppenheim. In her defining book about women artists and Surrealism, Women Artists and the Surrealist Movement, Whitney Chadwick writes that Oppenheim’s “youth and beauty, her free spirit and uninhibited behaviour, her precarious walks on the ledges of high buildings, and the “surrealist” food she concocted from marzipan in her studio, all contributed to the creation of an image of the Surrealist woman as beautiful, independent, and creative.” At the 1959 International Surrealist Exposition, Oppenheim presented Le Festin or ‘Cannibal Feast,’ a live art installation where a nude female model was used as a table to present a meal to attendees and partygoers. The photographer William Klein captured the image, which is more glamorous than gluttonous, and more gorgeous than grotesque.

Oppenheim was a sculptor with a knack for inverting the domestic. She covered a cup and saucer in fur and placed a trussed-up pair of virginal white shoes on a platter in the manner of a spatchcock chicken. Buñuel had previously played with dining in The Exterminating Angel (1962), a feature in which guests who have attended a lavish dinner party find themselves unable to leave following the room after their meal, resulting in all manner of chaos. Chaos is an element of L’Age d’Or, where Buñuel pushes the sexual proclivities of society, religion, and hypocrisy surrounding sex in high society. Once again co-written with Dalí, and cited as one of the first French sound films, in the film’s programme notes Dalí wrote that the idea ‘was to present the pure straight line of the conduct of one who pursued love in spite of the ignoble and patriotic ideals and other miserable mechanisms of reality.’

L’Age d’Or could be perceived as a Surrealist tale of desire between Gaston Modot’s unnamed man and his lady love Lya Lys, of the Amour Fou or ‘Mad Love’ that Breton talked about in his 1928 novel Nadja. The lovers are surrounded by the restrictions and constantly sneaking away to free themselves of these trappings and constraints, but everywhere they go, they are reprimanded for disturbing the proceedings.

The film begins like a nature documentary about scorpions, a veiled metaphor for aggression and torture while involving the Surrealist’s fascination with entomology, before continuing as a series of vignettes in which the couple’s romance is continually interrupted by everyone and anyone in their path, notably their family, society, and the church. In an early scene, a begraddgled man (one of a group of bandits led by the Surrealist artist Max Ernst) encounters a group of chanting Bishops (called the Majorcans or Mallorcans) sitting on a pile of rocks.

We later see the Bishops reduced to their skeletal remains, and witness a scuffle during the blessing of a Holy relic (what appears to be a concrete square). The spectacle, like most of L’Age d’Or, is as disruptive and darkly comic as it is blasphemous. 

The farcical nature of this scene feeds into both Buñuel and Surrealist artists’ perceptions of religion. There is a lovely anecdote about the artist Leonor Fini arriving at one of the Paris cafés where the Surrealist group held regular meetings wearing pink silk cardinal’s stockings (items she had purchased from a religious vestment shop in Rome’s Piazza al Minerva). Breton was obviously thrilled at Fini’s anti-clericalism and display of cross-dressing. Yet this reaction was not her intention. Fini — a painter, set designer, illustrator, author, and costume designer who never wanted to be labelled a Surrealist despite her continued association — never wore the outfit with Breton in mind; her reason for wearing the stockings was much simpler: she liked the colour. She loved the erotic frisson experienced while wearing these stockings. She often wore scarlet cardinal robes for the same reason, and, as we know, she had been experimenting with clothing since childhood. Fini recounted this tale to the art scholar Chadwick in the 1980s, saying “I loved the sacrilegious nature of dressing as a priest who would never know a woman’s body.”

The note of pleasure ties into the sexual themes of L’Age d’Or. For example, fingers are frequently seen bandaged, but, as author Robert Short notes in his book ‘The Age of Gold: Surrealist Cinema’, that ‘fingers are bandaged because “bander” also means “to feel randy”. The girl’s ring finger bandaged alternates with the same unbandaged: horniness with detumescence.’ Self-pleasure, and pleasure, are evident throughout the film. In one scene, when her lover is called to a telephone call, the woman fellates the big toe of a statue until he returns in a bid to appease her lust.

The final vignette of L’Age d’Or doesn’t feature the lovers, but centres on The 120 Days of Sodom, the Marquis de Sade’s notorious pornographic and erotic 1785 novel about four libertines in search of the ultimate sexual gratification. Retreating to an inaccessible castle in Gemany for four months and locking themselves away with their accomplices and victims, four madams and 36 male and female teenagers, the orgies soon give way to abuse, torture, and death. In many ways  L’Age d’Or, especially this final scene, can be viewed as a precursor — or prequel of sorts — to Pier Paolo Pasolini’s infamous 1975 interpretation of the book, Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom. Buñuel is not necessarily as graphic in his depictions, but he hints, and by continuing to push social and sexual boundaries, he concludes L’Age d’Or open to interpretation. This is affecting, and allows the viewer to chew on what has occurred, or what they believe has occurred, while leaving room for others to push the parameters further.Despite the controversial subject matter, Buñuel hoped L’Age d’Or would open to commercial audiences at the cinema on the Champs Elysées. Still, much to his chagrin, the film’s public premiere was at the smaller artistic Studio 28, with the Surrealists’ private screening at the Cinema du Panthéon. This downscaling of the venue, plus the film’s themes, saw the picture banned after six days of public viewing. Only three months earlier, in July 1930, Buñuel had told a Spanish journalist that he ‘wanted a moral scandal, that will consist in revolutionising the bad habits of a society in open conflict with nature’. It appears he had got his wish.

* This piece originally appeared in Radiance Films Dirty Arthouse Vol 2 (21 August 2023). Please click the link to buy.

The Bloody Countess Lecture!

Valentine Penrose at Eileen Agar’s Studio, Bramham Gardens, London (1930s-1950s).

I am thrilled to be giving an online talk about Valentine Penrose, Erzsébet Báthory, and ‘Sanguineous Surrealism’ for Morbid Anatomy Museum! Sunday 19th February — tickets on sale now.