After Blue

On a planet in a distant galaxy, colonized by women when the Earth got sick, Roxy (aka Toxic), rescues Katarzyna Buszowska (aka Kate Bush), who has been buried up to her neck in sand to await death by the incoming tide. Roxy's merciful act unleashes a tide of misfortune on her friends, as Kate Bush turns out to be a killer. The village's coven of elders therefore order Roxy (Paula-Luna Breitenfelder) and her hairdresser mother Zora (Elina Löwensohn) to pursue and kill Kate Bush, a task that takes them into sci-fi western territory, as they ride off with designer weapons on an amateurish bounty hunt that turns out to be a sexual and spiritual odyssey for them both.

Nothing could have prepared them, or the viewer, for what they encounter as they travel inland - hallucinogenic caterpillars, giant fungi, monstrous creatures of various sorts, and a pretentious artist called Sternberg (Vimala Pons) with her male android partner. Director Bertrand Mandico overwhelms the viewer with a torrent of bizarre imaginings - the lesbian jacuzzi session that takes place in the entrails of a recently deceased antediluvian creature isn't the half of it.

The living planet with its sexualized flora is a field day for Freudians, and the film is obviously saying something about female liberation from the patriarchy, though exactly what is anyone's guess. Is it indeed a dirty paradise, or a world just as violent as the male-dominated Earth was? This is a true work of surrealism, from which you can take any message you can find, or none. Kate Bush has a third eye (no spoilers here, but it's not in her forehead) and we are invited to have our own spiritual awakening, not though being preached at, but by allowing this seductive stream of weirdness to float us out of normality.

Although the film never runs out of ideas, I found the two hours plus running time overlong. The plot is confusing, though arguably that's the point of it. If you want something different, After Blue certainly delivers: it's so bonkers it's beyond good or bad, and it is difficult to think of another film like this one. Perhaps if Tarkovsky had directed Barbarella it would have been something like this.

In one of his films Woody Allen awoke in a panic gasping "No more Polish women!". He could have had this film - awash with strong Slavic faces - in mind, although the copious quantities of tobacco the sinister coven in wide-brimmed black hats consume betrays it's gallic origins.

It posits that time-honoured fantasy of a future in which only women survive and with the shackles of patriarchy thrown off inevitably turn upon each other.

Awash with hot girl-on-girl action, Freudian symbols like a horse draped in a veil, carnivorous caterpillars, women with hairy arms lasciviously handling guns and lines like "Would you like some purple soup?" it's all so earnest you suspect a leg-pull, and a wanted poster bearing the name 'Kate Bush' certainly indicates that someone's tongue was in their cheek.

After Blue is a world in a different galaxy, with only women. All men are dead. We meet Roxy walking along a beach, taunted by three women who don't like her, and refer to her as Toxic. They come across a head in the sand, which is actually a person buried up to her neck. The three tell her to leave her buried, but she digs her out, and is granted three wishes. She wishes the three would leave her alone, and the woman, Kate Bush, kills them. (Monkey's Paw, anyone?) Her mother, along with her, are sent on a quest. Along the way, others join, and they have weapons. The weapons have names: Chanel, Guicci, Paul Smith and Louis Vuitton. The movie is French, is surreal, so one immerses into the visual aspects, the coloration, the tints, the goo, the fog, the overlaid layers, and one will either appreciate it for art, or consider it garbage. Each person who makes it through the entire movie will likely have a different take on what it is about. The sets are really what makes the movie, as they are strange and really outer worldly.

After Blue (Dirty Paradise) has been described as the best lesbian acid Western ever made. This is unquestionably true.

Most folks expect films to make sense and follow certain conventions. This one does not. It defies most categories---expect maybe "art house".

Watch it after consuming your substance of choice before entering this realm.

Watch it while making love to someone you may or may not love.

DON'T THINK ABOUT IT. Just relax and let the miasma wash over you.

And most of all, keep asking yourself, "Have I killed Kate Bush yet?"

OK, this movie shouldn't be watched like a 'normal' movie. It should simply be watched for what it is, namely a piece of art. The scenario, who gives a damn. In most movies I do give a damn, but not in this one. Bertrand Mandico makes it quite clear you shouldn't. I read in another review that one should just let him/herself be immersed in the strange and wondrous universe created by this movie. That hits the nail.

It's a visual masterpiece, full of colours and art. The weirdness of the encounters just makes you laugh. I definitely need to rewatch this on acid.

I especially love the western kind of feeling to it.

This is truly something, instant cult!