Otto; or Up With Dead People!

by on Apr.03, 2012

Montevidayans, has anyone seen this? If so, please report!

Spectacular trailer here: Otto; or Up With Dead People

 

2 comments for this entry:
  1. Seth Oelbaum

    I like his tie and his hoodie, which is, as I write this, culturally relevant. He’d make an estimable boyfriend. I think this would be a good movie to watch after reading Pony Boy Sighs.

  2. Jiyoon

    I just watched the movie. I really like it.
    I like how the female director is a dictator in this film even though the title is Otto; Otto is a passive protagonist despite it sounding like “auto”. He is a subject to the film, subjected to the fictionality of undead despite his firm belief that he is actually undead. It is female(human)-gaze time, bitches!
    We as viewers are also subjected to the ranting of the director, her ideology that is spoken in the hyperconcentrated jargon that form its own language, just like shrieking static noises Otto hears everywhere. It is painful, like the piston movement of a male undead penetrating the wound of another male undead, but you have to take it.
    But there is a higher power that runs and dictates this movie; it is overflowing lust for bodies, penises, meat. The lesbian director cannot have wild sex with her partner because her partner is indulging herself in her virtual existence, like the incessant pleasant piano music that accompanies her implies. The partner never bounces out of the black-and-white film like Otto or other male undeads do. Otto and male undeads, their bodies specifically, have to keep springing out of the narrative–hyper political–, confusing the viewer’s sense of boundary between real and fiction, progress of the story. That is all because of their superflousness of their bodies; Otto springs out of narrative and digress into eating other people, being lynched because he is actually undead (urge to eat other people, hightened body odor, sinister presence), the latter because they have penises that crave for sex, orgies. They can’t stay in one level of film. Their bodies are kitschy glitchy bodies that require penetration, biting, fucking, and cumming:superfluidity. Their fluids cannot be contained. But I do not mean by this motion of “springing out” that they spring out from fiction to the reality. There is inevitable genres that keep closing in due to the nature of film as commercial medium, such as the moment where Otto and an actor get intimate; The camera angle, movements, and transitional techniques indicate pornographic film. But what matters is that they spring out from one to jump into another, in and out, in and out, never settling down. continuous piston movement.