Reviews

A reputed artist brings home a fine looking women and explains that he wants to paint her in his style. Little does she know that the painter not only imagines the injuries and bodily harms his paintings depict but actually inflicts them to be portrayed... He wakes up next to her corpse and discovers that the police have surrounded the building and, seeing no escape, blows his brains out.

Nature Morte starts out as a creepy mix between Lovecraft and Noir. unfortunately, the plot quickly sidelines this main issue and gives in to psychedelic drug use and the matching camera movement and cuts, throw in a sickening amount of gratuitous nudity, spanking and sex and you end up with the mess that is "Nature Morte". Here's an example of a film that could have done more with less. Once the mystery behind the main plot point is lifted the film still goes on and pulls a "Return of the King"-esquire multiple endings whose only reason of existence seem to be to display more naked female bodies.

Shame really, so much more could have been done with this.

This film goes a long way to show that the display of female breasts and the constant referral to lesbian lovers is not a basis for ANY film. The plot does not follow any particular scheme, chronologies are mixed (by the inconsistent use of style) and there is generally no feel for any causal link to the whole. The acting is wooden, none of the "actors", for they are listed as such, seemed to be into what they are doing at that point in time. Most effects are unconvincing (Watch out for the sparkling water and effervescent tablet foam). Editing is haphazard at best and instead of adding sense subtracts it from this waste of celluloid. I'd recommend anything else in your multiplex or Videostore if you are cursed with a one-screen-town.