Fists in the Pocket, 1965
Alessandro is the middle child in a family burdened by various afflictions (their mother is blind, all but one of the siblings suffers from epilepsy). Deciding one day that their oldest brother, Augusto, should not be burdened by them, Alessandro sets out to do away with the family to set Augusto free.
There is a ton to unpack in this film from a thematic point of view. From the unhealthy dynamics of the family itself, to the emptiness of the religious rituals that surround Alessandro's murderous/suicidal ambitions, there's just a lot there.
But it wasn't the theme or the content that captured my interest with this film, it was the way that it was shot. The family is messed up and broken, yes, and the style in which the film is shot seems to echo this. Characters are frequently shot disembodied---a hand reaching into frame, or a line of dancers shimmying into the camera's view and then out again. It creates an uncomfortable sense of disorientation and a kind of (pleasantly) unpleasant suspense. In one sequence, Alessandro and his sister stand together in a fireplace. One shot shows the siblings headless. In another shot, Alessandro's arm emerges, monster-like, to grab a cup of tea.
The performances are all solid, and I liked the way that the characters were written and played. There's a fun ambiguity as to whether or not the family members are aware of (and even courting) Alessandro's deadly plans.
I'm still wrapping my head around the fact that the director was 26 when he made this film--it is such an interesting and assured piece of art.