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Split Me Deadly

Jean-Baptiste Thoret

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Introduction
Giò Abate
Gilbert Adair
Alvaro Arroba
Helen Bandis
Cyril Béghin
Janet Bergstrom
Yvette Bíró
Bertrand Bonello
Fabien Boully
Nicole Brenez
Rex Butler
Peggy Chiao
Jean-Pierre Coursodon
Stéphane Delorme
Stephen Dwoskin
Michael Eaton
David Ehrenstein
Thomas Elsaesser
Chris Fujiwara
Ruy Gardnier
Roger Garcia
Charlotte Garson
John Gianvito
Augustin Gimel
Philippe Grandrieux
Eugčne Green
Paul Hammond
Peter Harcourt
Shigehiko Hasumi
Kent Jones
Bill Krohn
Miguel Marias
Adrian Martin
Fermin Martínez
David Matarasso
Grant McDonald
Meaghan Morris
V F Perkins
Douglas Pye
Mark Rappaport
Jackie Raynal
Jonathan Rosenbaum
William D. Routt
Jayce Salloum
Clemente Sobourin
François Thomas
Jean-Baptiste Thoret
Peter Tscherkassky
Johanna Vaude
Apichatpong Weerasethakul
Manuel Yáńez
Andrei Zelitsky

 

 

 

 


 

Two steps from Paradise and recognition by the Other, Carrie topples – caught in the image of blood that falls on her head and drenches her body. Suddenly, the soundtrack cuts out, and we hear only the sound of the bucket bouncing onto the stage. Carrie withdraws into herself and shuts off the outside world. The silence she imposes affects the soundtrack, as a prelude to the exteriorisation soon to come (in a split-screen) of her inner split. Another Carrie is about to be born – so De Palma films the few seconds before her revenge as a monstrous rebirth (Carrie’s foetal position, her reddened hands which rise up in the frame like those of a new-born child, her open mouth and the cry that we await, the passage from silence to strident sounds ...) Finally, Carrie metamorphoses, transforming her gaze into pure murderous energy. For her, to look at the Other (to frame them, in the cinematic sense of the word) is henceforth to kill them. The final scene of Carrie thus constitutes the perfect reverse-shot to the ending of Kiss Me Deadly (1955) – as if it took American cinema until 1976 to finally discover a possible response to the energetic question posed by Robert Aldrich’s film. In fact, the energy liberated by Pandora’s Box, which Lily Carver could not bear to look at, is the very same energy to which Carrie must now face up. But she makes this energy her own and learns how to use it. A boomerang-effect, and a redirection of energy: to the reverse-shot that is missing (because it is literally unbearable) in Kiss Me Deadly, De Palma’s film responds, logically enough, with a proliferation of reverse-shots (the split-screen extending Carrie’s own split), and a consequent suppression of any prior or master shot (the entire sequence is filmed from her sole point-of-view). And ultimately, isn’t Carrie the little sister of Daria – achieving in reality the pyrotechnical requiem that, six years ealier, the young heroine of Zabriskie Point could only dream of?