Not content to merely churn out endless chest-shitting videos, which they could easily do given their industrial capacities, the Germans have instead deigned it necessary to befoul the world with another form of disturbingly MAD cinema: blood-drinking, doll-collecting deaf-mutes who love molesting corpses. “But Duke,” you bleat in a piping voice, “isn’t this a sub-genre that the Germans should excel at?” Be at ease, sir or madam! It is indeed a sub-genre that only the Germans could pay adequate service to! Not only were the makers of this film up to the task of bringing us the eerie world of deaf-mutes who play with dolls obsessively, but they were also keen on throwing the doors open wide on the multi-faceted world of breaking into funeral parlors and molesting corpses.
Are you with me so far? Don’t be afraid! Grip the Duke’s hand, and let us explore, shall we?
Mosquito der Schänder or Mosquito, the Rapist (renamed Bloodlust for the U.S.), is set in the bleak, soundless world of a deaf-mute. We don’t know his name, and in fact as far as I could tell, no one in this movie is given a name. He is credited simply as “The Man” (played excellently by Werner Pochath). He is no one, and everyone. Or something like that. Our deaf-mute friend lives in a simple apartment, the walls painted black, surrounded by shelves of dolls of various sizes. Dolls are his passion, and he would like nothing more than for them to be alive, so that they might comfort him and love him.
|"I get 50 mpg on this hog, baby!"|
|"Now... where did I leave the non-doll-related porn?"|
|"I'll teach you to change the channel during Sanford & Son!"|
|"No, it's an ACTION FIGURE!"|
|"All right, luv, just swipe your credit card and we'll be good to go!"|
|Everyone knows Berliners are jelly-filled!|
Ahem. So you see, fellow readers, that a movie shot in Switzerland, made and released by Germans, can have quite a bit of depravity in it. The movie stops short of showing actual necrophilia, but I believe this is only because our poor deaf-mute guy simply didn’t know how sex is made. He instead penetrated the corpses with his glass tube, and drank their essence. Despite the grotesque subject matter, I found myself fascinated by this movie. The use of theremin music during the scenes when mutie was in his apartment really kept me on-edge. The namelessness of everyone involved added to things as well. The child beatings and molestation were just disturbing icing on an already unseemly cake.
The director (Marijan David Vajda) does a great job in composing each shot, giving us a constant barrage of the claustrophobic world that the deaf-mute inhabits. Hookers leer at him from side alleys, coworkers stand too close and laugh at him. Even his ridiculously small scooter is somehow appropriate. Werner himself does a great job, and is very convincing as a man driven to follow his desires, no matter how twisted.
|"At last, my RealDoll™ has arrived! And what a spiffy collector's case!"|
In the end, Mosquito served as the genesis for a glut of German necrophilia movies (such as the infamous Nekromantik series), and for that we should give the creators thanks. Don’t feign mock alarm! You know it’s true! The movie is worth watching, not only from a purely historical point of view, but from a pure Euro-trash point of view as well. Come for the corpses, stay for the blood-drinking!
2 Thumbs Up.
Extra bonus images from Mosquito der Schänder (1976):
|Never question the accuracy of Klaus's accountancy. EVER.|