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Brottman offers up a study of movies so offensive, some are practically unwatchable. From the ever-popular Faces of Death movies to purported snuff films, from classic B-movies such as The Tingler, to more popular but no less controversial films such as The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Brottman takes a wide-eyed look at movies most folks watch only through parted fingers.

While most critics have been quick to dismiss such films as mere shock-fests (if they even bother to talk about them at all), Brottman argues that these movies tell us quite a bit about who we are as a society, what makes us anxious, and what taboos we truly believe cannot be crossed. Part anthropology, part psychoanalysis, Offensive Films vivisects these movies in order to figure out just what about them is so offensive, obscene, or bizarre. In the end, Brottman proves that these films, shunned from the cinematic canon, work on us in sophisticated ways we often choose to remain unaware of.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #1637460 in Books
• Published on: 2005-10-03
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 216 pages

Review
". . . for those called to be diagnostic morticians of a sick culture. Not recommended for the faint." -- Choice

". . . will not disappoint . . . discerning horror aficionados and gorehounds alike. . . . [a] worthy addition to any self-respecting horror fan's bookshelf." -- Samhain

"Consistently witty and intelligent, informed by a cheerful nihilism. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it." -- Science Fiction Studies

Review
For those called to be diagnostic morticians of a sick culture. Not recommended for the faint.
--Choice

Consistently witty and intelligent, informed by a cheerful nihilism. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.
--Science Fiction Studies

About the Author
Mikita Brottman is Professor in the Department of Language, Literature and Culture at the Maryland Institute College of Art. She is the author of Car Crash Culture (Palgrave Macmillan, 2002) and Funny Peculiar: Gershon Legman and the Psychopathology of Humor (Analytic Press, 2004), among other books.

Customer Reviews

A poor attempt at a fascinating topic.
I must whole-heartedly agree with Helltopay27's review: this book is not what one would hope. Beyond the frequent factual mistakes (dates, chronology, plot, etc.), there is a deeper issue. She claims to be helping us understand the importance of these films by showing us hidden qualities that redeem them from their exploitation roots. However, her prejudices are obvious - she is unable to engage these films as worthy of study without demonstrating that she is academically and intellectually superior.

Granted, Herschel Gordon Lewis was not a cinematic genius (although he does have a PhD in English or literature), but he wasn't the simple-minded idiot Brottman describes him as. She ignores one of the most interesting aspects of his career: he was able to put the stamp of his personal vision on each of his films, independent of the financial forces that typically control directors and drive them to make derivative junk.

In describing the films she claims to redeem, she ends up contributing to the negative hype surrounding them by describing them as "so sick, depraved, and unwatchable that the view becomes physically ill." Seriously - Blood Feast is nothing compared to some more contemporary films. It may have been shocking at one time, but now I seriously doubt its ability to make someone physically ill. It's just so cheesy and unintentionally hilarious that I don't think anyone is watching it in the way that Brottman seems to think they are. I don't know anyone who put the DVD in, watched, and became horrified. On the other hand, I DO know many people who watched the film for its comic value. From this perspective, I believe many of her arguments are weak.

She makes a few statements that really makes one question just how many times she watched some of these films. There are plenty of mistakes in the chapter on "Texas Chainsaw Massacre", but the most disturbing is that she falls victim to the same trap that many critics succumbed to: namely, the amount of gore in the film. She describes the film as using (amongst other things), advanced special effects. This is absolutely untrue. They intentionally *avoided* gore both because it would be difficult to pass the censorship board and because they weren't interested in exploitation. Many people learned from "Psycho" that you don't need blood to terrify. Carpenter's "Halloween" has almost no blood, nor does Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Tobe Hooper focused on suspense and a horrifying environment of terror rather than the cheap, visceral effect of blood and guts. From Brottman's comments, we can see that she will never be guilty of a thorough understanding of "Texas Chainsaw Massacre", as she sees fit to completely misunderstand the filmmakers intentions (probably a result of her elitist need to marginalize the director).

My final criticism is that her idea of art is much different from mine. She sees directors like Jorg Buttergeit (the Nekromantic series and Schramm) as art-house directors while seeing Gaspar Noe (Irreversible) as exploitation masters in the style of David Freidman and Herschel Gordon Lewis. Just compare "Irreversible" with "Nekromantic": Irreversible has a real visual style, a message, and creatively explores the medium of the teleological narrative. Nekromantic is an exercise in invoking the taboo taken to pointlessly nauseating levels. And for what point? To show that necrophiliacs are people too? I'd rather deal with a serious and skillfully portrayed meditation on the base instincts of the human condition rather than watching a necrophiliac make love to a cheesy fake body.

Brottman is entitled to her opinion and if she doesn't want to see Noe as an artistic director, that's her right. However, it shows me that I don't agree with her on fundamental issues and therefore, I cannot accept many of her points. There ARE some nice sections and the writing style is readable. It's not elegant by any stretch, but it's not as dry as some scholarly texts. If you're a big fan of exploitation film or the so-called "low culture", you'll probably find some interesting ideas in this book, as I did. However, they are buried and you'll have to make a number of allowances for Brottman's mistakes and odd opinions. What a shame - it could have been so much better.

Excellent Scholarship

Mikita Brottman's "Offensive Films" is one of the most unique, incisive books of film scholarship I have run across in quite some time. Her critical eye is lucid and original; she is able to walk the tight-rope of making her criticism accessible to a general audience, while at the same time providing enough theoretical underpinnings in order to make academics happy. Anyone seriously interested in horror films or marginal film culture owes it to themselves to read this book. While the book is sometimes difficult, serious film nuts will find this book rewarding, if only because Brottman's writing style is always clear and interesting. Her use of Mikhail Bakhtin's theory of carnival and the grotesque body is profound----I have never seen anyone use Bakhtin to defend horror films and near-porn. Neat.

I dont mean to gush, but I just thought that an alternative review should be posted on Amazon about Brottman's book. It seems to me that many of the reviews are unfair to her as a scholar, and way, way, off the mark. I don't agree with everything Brottman writes----but she has to be commended for her critical ballsiness. Example: I am not sure if her reading of "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" is the correct one, but it was original and it made me think, which is what the best sort of criticism does. By the way, I never felt that she was lambasting Herschel Gordon Lewis----actually, it seemed like almost the opposite was occuring, with Brottman commending him for being an acute and aware promoter of his own work.

In sum, Mikita Brottman's book is well worth any serious film buff's time, written as it is by a true fan of underground films herself. Pay no attention to those snarky negative reviews---they dont know what they're talking about---or, maybe they're just jelous. Who knows.

Kris Vitols

Great Topic, Good Execution
This book is a welcome addition to a genre with far too few titles available. The serious critical analysis of "other" cinema is almost entirely unavailable in book form. That said the main shortcomings of this book are the first two essays. The otherwise excellent essay on Tod Browning's "Freaks" is over long and a bit repetitive. And the essay on Castle's "The Tingler" over reaches on a few scatological connections/conclusions. These are minor problems with an otherwise informative and scholarly text on a subject most would not consider worthy of such attention. As a fan of non-mainstream cinema, I wish there were more books like this and I hope the author continues delving deeply into similar subject matter.