Opening Shots: 'Beware of a Holy Whore'

The speech is a performance bit, yet another constant reminder from the Brecht-disciple that all acting and moviemaking are all artificial representations of life, though they are every bit as important as reality. In one sense, this is Fassbinder’s mirror film, where he shows us a film set and lets us see the folly behind the method. In another sense, he plays with the roles such that what we expect to see and what we see never converge; another actor plays the person we expect to be Fassbinder, while Fassbinder plays someone else. Eddie Constantine and Hanna Schygulla play versions of themselves, but the audience has to question whether they are playing the film “straight" or as we expect them to be, or the director’s version. What makes the scene particularly interesting –- and unsettling –- is that there’s a mechanical noise, like a car running, under the whole speech. It is too loud to be unintentional, but we never see nor are we told what it might be. It is as though Fassbinder is cueing the audience in that what you see and what you hear are not necessarily in synch, that there’s always something just out of our comprehension in every single image and piece of dialogue.

JE: Inspired choice, Scott. There's scarcely any movement in the shot at all. As you say, Schroeter hardly moves, and the camera is stationary. But there's something going on here. That grating, whirring sound (how characteristically Fassbinder to provoke and irritate the audience from the beginning) may be the amplified sound of film going through a camera. At any rate, because of the sound, and the lack of movement, you do become intensely aware that this is, as you note, a performance taking place in front of a camera -- in a film about filmmaking, where the actors are often arranged flatly across the frame, as though in a proscenium, before a stationary camera -- as in the famous final shot (a zoom; no camera move), which dissolves into the quote from Thomas Mann: "And I say to you that often I am weary to death of depicting human nature without partaking in human nature." A devastating statement for an artist to make, but not an uncommon sensation -- particularly for a filmmaker as concerned with artifice and melodrama as Fassbinder.

(Now I want to sit down and watch a triple bill of Godard's "Contempt," Fassbinder's "Beware of a Holy Whore," and Wim Wenders' "The State of Things"...)