Liquid Sky
(1982)
Director:
Slava
Tsukerman
An alien saucer the size of a dinner plate lands atop a penthouse roof top as a vantage point to snipe heroin addicts in the new wave scene to collect their euphoric brain reactions to the drug. This same chemical reaction is similar to a sexual orgasm, and soon the host of these encounters becomes a killer by default, making everyone come and then die.
This is one of the most beautifully visual films I have ever seen and the premise alone isn't done justice by my quick assessment up top. Inside the amateurish staging of Liquid Sky is a brilliant science fiction erotic film, accented with inspired writing, authentic performances and truly original musical score.
The costuming and neon design is just the beginning as you venture into this movie. Every camera set-up seems to be premeditated with extreme care. Gels on the windows painting a yellow and foggy Empire State Building as a figurehead from the penthouse, exquisite face paint in day-glo fashion, and subtly placed humor.
Some of the scenes pass for soft core porn, and the language is strong throughout, but that only keeps this experience convincing. Pretension abound, we have performance art interspersed between the plot, and it's a laugh. I think it may even know it's a laugh because during some of the performances there is dialog that points to this. "
My rhythm box is sweet. Never Forgets A beat. Do you want to know why? Do you want to know why? It Is Pre Programmed. So what. So what. Me Me and. Me and my. Rhythm Box Are you. Jealous?"
Liquid Sky was forever trapped on VHS and Betamax cassette for decades before finally having a proper transfer from its 35mm source and man does it look good now! Vinegar Syndrome has released a beautifully scanned and packaged presentation of this cult hit. I highly recommend you pick a copy up before they are out of print.
The movie is perverse, vulgar, funny, dramatic, infinitely interesting and gorgeous looking on most every facet of its meager $500,000 budget. B-Movie heaven, in other words.
Before I sign off I have to mention the soundtrack which is straight from director Slava's uneducated mimings. A novice collection of early samplers, Fairlight Musical Synthesis and oddly metered neo-classical bits that sound like part of a suffocated circus.