Themroc

1973
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Released: 01 March 1973 Released
Producted By: Filmanthrope
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Made without proper language, just gibberish and grunts, "Themroc" is an absurdist comedy about a man who rejects every facet of normal bourgeois life and turns his apartment into a virtual cave.

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Kailansorac Clever, believable, and super fun to watch. It totally has replay value.
CrawlerChunky In truth, there is barely enough story here to make a film.
TrueHello Fun premise, good actors, bad writing. This film seemed to have potential at the beginning but it quickly devolves into a trite action film. Ultimately it's very boring.
Juana what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.
rodrig58 I always tried to find and watch revolutionary films, fresh and absolutely original. Which is very hard to find. But not impossible. Who seeks finds! And I found this Themroc (1973), directed by Claude Faraldo. A true challenge to make a feature film without any bit of dialogue, only moans, howls, whimpers and a lot of belching, roar and shouting. Michel Piccoli, who is an excellent actor, is the perfect choice for the character that gives the title of the film. That same year, 1973, Piccoli played himself in Marco Ferreri's masterpiece, La Grande Bouffe. Both characters have something in common, that unique and complete naturalness of the actor. All the other actors (including Miou-Miou, Coluche) are very good, specially in the way they express themselves in sulking French. It is still a movie for a certain category of viewers, those incorrigible fools or refined connoisseurs.
molllev I wonder why none of the reviews are attending us on that unforgettable, tragic last pictures of the movie: a deadly frozen world, their arms in vain stretched outside through the gaps in the prisoning wall; in silence lost screaming by human beings whose irrealism did not succeed in their hopeful but anarchistic fighting for an authentic natural life; caught back worse than ever before in a senseless but common life: our daily world without real communicative language. The movie is a great piece of art, a forceful protest, biting but humorous as well, against an inhumane way of one-dimensional existing. Yes, in the spirit of those years, the seventies (Marcuse!); but transcending that time in deeply moving images, a huge everlasting metaphor of human existence in a world of scattered hope for Sense and Quality.
j-b-w-1 Themroc has been dumped on the market in the North West of England. The Warner Brothers VHS tape has appeared in dozens of copies in bargain outlets. So have Buñuel's Tristana and Visconti's Senso, come to that, but their transformative power may be less potent.We still await reports that pound-store customers are roasting cops and sniffing tear-gas for kicks. As for humping their sisters, we never suspected anything less of them.Warners promise English subtitles, which would have been de trop. Collectors of unusual aspect-ratios may care to note it is cited as 1.53:1It's a romantic tale, though. The modern Themroc would be a short, stopped by a high- powered bullet about half an hour in.
robtclements In a time when blind respect for anyone with the arrogance to call themselves an authority has reached plague proportions, we need to rediscover Claude Faraldo's anarchist assault Themroc as a matter of extreme urgency. Whether as a surrealistic revenge fantasy that makes Dirty Harry look like Kindergarden Cop or simply as one of the funniest films ever made, the film takes nothing seriously (least of all itself) as it sets out to outrage every convention of decent law abiding filmmaking ever unwritten. It's hard to choose just one pristine moment to symbolise this work - peraps the gendarme's blind pride in the stupidity of his uniform just before he becomes Themroc's latest meal; or possibly Michel Piccoli's curious assistance in his own death as his cave family are carefully walled in - but the work is blistering in its uncompromising joyous anti-logic. Commercial traditionalists like Bunuel may have made newer - even angrier - statements; but noone has ever revelled in their own extremism than Faraldo. The sooner it turns up on DVD, the better.