"Despair comes from the
awareness that in everyone's life there comes a point where not only the
mind but the body, too, understands that it's over" - Fassbinder
Shot in English on
a budget that nearly equaled the cost of his first fifteen films, Rainer
Werner Fassbinder's Despair has wit and style yet its attempt to
recreate the dark, comedic genius of Vladimir Nobokov left me unmoved and
uninvolved. Based on Nabokov's novel Despair (apparently intended
as a parody of Dostoevsky), and adapted for the screen by Tom Stoppard,
the film describes the descent into madness of wealthy chocolate entrepreneur
Hermann Herman (Dirk Bogarde). Set in Germany on the eve of the Third Reich,
scenes of the Nazis assaulting Jewish-owned businesses are sprinkled throughout
the film but to no apparent purpose. Herman has left his Russian home to
live in Berlin and constantly fantasizes about the beauty of the Russian
winters and whispers “Russia, which we have lost forever...” to his wife,
Lydia (Andrea Ferreol). He is a thoroughly unsympathetic character: cold,
calculating, and cynical and Mr. Bogarde's exaggerated mannerisms do not
make him any easier to appreciate.
Much of the film takes
place inside Herman's stately bourgeois home. Shots of the characters through
glass partitions keep the viewer at a distance and the elegant interiors
look like an abandoned mausoleum. Lydia's and Herman's relationship is
unconvincing and Fassbinder's repeated descriptions of Lydia as an unintelligent
sex object border on misogyny. "The flowers of your sensuality would wilt
with intelligence," Herman tells his wife whom he always addresses with
condescension. In addition to Lydia, we gradually meet other vivid supporting
characters: Lydia's cousin, Ardalion; and Dr. Orlovious, an insurance salesman
whom Herman mistakenly thinks is a psychiatrist and opens up to.
Herman is convinced that
Felix Weber (Klaus Lowitch), a labourer, resembles him as closely as "two
drops of blood." though the resemblance is tentative at best (a joke Nabokov
wisely saved for his readers until the end of his novella). He has an odd
compulsion to observe himself as a stranger and devises a plan to commit
the perfect crime, exchanging identities with the worker as a means of
escaping his existence. Felix, on the other hand, decides to humour the
eccentric Herman with the thought of getting a job. In Despair,
Fassbinder constructs a world in the process of falling apart where people
march inexorably toward self-destruction and where the journey into light
proves to be an illusion. In a world approaching madness, however, Hermann
seems to fit perfectly - no more, no less crazy than the insanity occurring
around him.
Howard
Schumann