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nDoes anyone know which actress plays the brunette “Guest at the Café” with the tantalizing thighs? I know it’s either Claudia Schinko or Beate Jurkowitsch, but I’m having a difficult time figuring out which one is which. You think you’re having a difficult time, try transporting two dead bodies from the house you just broke into to the car you’re about to steal. I don’t know, that doesn’t sound all that difficult. Oh, yeah. Well, what if I told you the dead bodies you had to transport formally belonged to two heavy-set Austrians who have spend a better part of the twentieth century eating nothing but bratwurst? Bratwurst, eh? That changes everything. Is it weird that I let out a sheepish cheer (it might have sounded like, “yay!”) when “The Psychopath” at the centre of Angst (a.k.a. Schizophrenia) finally managed to get the dead bodies of all his victims into the trunk of his newly acquired Mercedes-Benz? What’s that? You’re saying it is weird? Right, I thought it might be. I have to admit, there are a number instances throughout this film where I found myself, now, I don’t want to say, “rooting,” as that’s not quite the right word. Let’s just say, I found myself hoping that he would succeed in getting the help he so desperately needs. Yeah, sure. No, seriously, I wanted The Psychopath and his newly acquired Daschund to get to a place that would allow the former to receive proper counseling and the latter (who’s a cute little wiener dog? you are! you are!) to find a home with a loving family. While I agree that the Angst-Daschund deserves to be adopted by a loving family, I’m afraid The Psychopath is beyond counseling, proper or otherwise. He’s too far gone. In other words, there’s no turning back for The Psychopath.
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nMaybe if you stopped calling him “The Psychopath,” he wouldn’t feel the need to act out in such a transgressive manner. Oh, that’s not a value judgment on my part, that’s name he’s given in the credits. And besides, “Misunderstood Miscreant With Mommy Issues” is too much of a mouthful.
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nNow, it should be noted that while Erwin Leder is the physical manifestation of The Psychopath, Robert Hunger-Bühler provides the voice of The Psychopath’s inner most thoughts, which are sometimes our only companion in this stark and brutal character study.
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nA couple of quick questions: Do you like the SnorriCam? Now and then, huh? Yeah, it can be overused at times. Do you like the music of Klaus Schulze? Yeah, baby! Synths! I’ll take that as a yes. The only reason I ask is because we get a heavy dose of both in Angst, the synthiest slasher film to employ the SnorriCam in existence. In case you’re not familiar with the SnorriCam, it’s a camera that an actor wears on their body. It’s usually attached, like it is in this film, to the actor’s chest, which creates this oddly disquieting effect on the viewer.
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nIt’s almost as if we’re a baby looking at their mother from the comfort of a chest-mounted harness. Except, instead of peering up at our mother, we’re looking up at a deranged madman. I know, “deranged madman” sounds a little judgmental on my part; I prefer to view film characters from an objective point-of-view. But I think I can safely state that The Psychopath in Angst is not hooked up right.
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nWhen I first saw the Daschund in Angst, I thought to myself: Cute dog. Eyeballed by The Psychopath during their initial encounter, I thought it was curtains for the little wiener dog. But then something miraculous occurs, not only did the Daschund manage to stay alive, it actually started to steal scenes.
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nOpening with the repetitive sound of a faucet dripping, we quickly learn that The Psychopath is being released from jail after serving ten years for murdering a seventy year-old woman; he also did four years previously for attempted murder (he tried to kill his mother). Having spent half his life behind bars, what are the odds that The Psychopath is going to have a difficult time adjusting to life on the outside? Not to bud in, but I think the odds are pretty high. I mean, look at him. He can’t even walk down the street without looking like he’s up to no good. And thanks to the ubiquitous narration that details his every thought, we know he’s planning something.
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nStand back, we have thick, pantyhose ensnared, Austrian thighs dangling from a cafe bar stool. I repeat, we have…Hey, whoa. Don’t repeat that. Show some self-respect. But they’re dangling. Be cool, man. Tearing into his sausage like a down on his luck Rottweiler, The Psychopath stares a couple of young women, a blonde and a brunette (Claudia Schinko und Beate Jurkowitsch), sitting in a gas station cafe with the intensity of a thousand Fun Fun videos. When the staring (complete with close-up shots of lips and eyes) eventually subsides, The Psychopath decides to change his plans. Oh, don’t get me wrong, he desperately wants to kill these two young women. It’s just that there are too many people around.
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nAfter his attempt to strangle a female taxi driver with one of his shoelaces is thwarted, The Psychopath runs aimlessly through the woods. Now, that sounds like pretty basic stuff; I can think of countless movies that feature psychopaths running through the woods (chchch ahahah). However, there’s nothing basic about Gerald Kargl, as he throws every camera trick in the book at us. The aforementioned SnorriCam is employed to great effect during this sequence, as is the music of Klaus Schulze.
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nItching to kill another human being, The Psychopath stumbles upon a relatively secluded home surrounded by bushes and an artificial pond of some kind. As The Psychopath cases the joint, Gerald Kargl temporarily puts away the SnorriCam and gives us a series of crane shots that would cause SCTV’s crane shot obsessed Johnny LaRue to involuntarily expel seminal fluid in his pants. After circling the house several times, The Psychopath, via narration, declares it to be the perfect location, and enters the residence by breaking a window.
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nOf course, The Psychopath doesn’t mean it’s the perfect location to raise a family, no, he’s talking about its potential for staging a series of unpleasant murder sequences; the kind that would put the stylish scenarios that appear in most giallos to shame.
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nI’m curious, how are you’re going to handle the whole Silvia Rabenreither with her foot tied a doorknob situation? Whatever do you mean? Are going to perv out or what? I haven’t decided yet. Anyway, when the family, including Silvia Rabenreither, who is wearing a denim skirt with a slit in the back for added mobility, her elderly mother (Edith Rosset), her retarded, wheelchair-bound brother (Rudolf Götz), and their dog “Kuba,” finally meet The Psychopath, let’s just say, things spiral out of control.
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nLet me give you a hint, Kuba, the world’s cutest Daschund, is currently gnawing on Silvia’s mother’s dentures like they were a chew toy. In fact, the following scenes are so disturbing, that they managed to dampen my appreciation of Silvia’s mother’s therapeutic pantyhose. And while the slit on the back of Silvia’s denim skirt does give her that added mobility I alluded to earlier, the slit eventually fails her in the end. Hey, don’t blame the slit. It’s The Psychopath’s fault Silvia was put in this situation in the first place. You’re absolutely right. I’m sorry about that.
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nAfter an extended body dragging sequence (where lumpy bodies are dragged across broken glass and down a flight of stairs), the spry film culminates with the sight of a deranged Austrian wearing a woman’s coat feeding a Daschund a half-eaten sausage outside a nondescript gas station. Beautifully mundane with a hint of the absurd, Angst is visceral, uncompromising and bleak. In other words…No, wait, those words are fine. I’ll end by saying that you’re not going to find a more straightforward examination of the mind of a psychopath than Angst.
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