Park Chan-wook and Wong Kar-wai make everyone else look like amateurs, but in the canon of English-language cinema, Peter Strickland is one of the great sensualists. His “psychedelically mannered workplace comedy” In Fabric conveys the sense of touch better than almost any other film, and Berberian Sound Studio takes sound to spellbinding new places. The Duke of Burgundy (pictured above), meanwhile, heightens every single sense. The tale of a dominant lepidopterist and her submissive lesbian lover living in a dreamy all-female world, it’s inspired by ’70s sexploitation, capturing what Jason describes as “a mature, finely nuanced portrait of two adults involved in a committed long-term relationship.” It’s one of the most romantic movies I’ve ever seen.
Given his love of the tactile, it’s fitting that Strickland is getting the retrospective treatment from Curzon, a label whose box sets are not only pleasing to look at but enjoyably weighty and textured to hold. Because Strickland’s only made five feature films to date, Curzon’s release also collects a dozen short films—including one that’s brand-new to this set—and music videos to round out the release. One of those features, Katalin Varga, makes its Blu-ray debut here restored in 2k. It’s an unusual film in Strickland’s catalog, in that it isn’t especially sensual or pleasurable to watch: A rape-revenge story set in rural Transylvania, it sets the template for Strickland’s experiments with ‘disreputable’ B-movie genres, but hinges on restraint rather than excess. “What it doesn’t show [is] as impactful as what other movies over-show,” Paul notes, while Alexander locates a seed of Strickland’s sensual style in a monologue where the title character describes the smell of gasoline on her attacker’s hands.
It’s an example of how Strickland can use his powers for—not evil, per se, but towards off-putting ends. His latest feature, Flux Gourmet, unsettles in a different way: “Weird, exquisite and morbidly funny, Flux Gourmet continues Peter Strickland’s offbeat brand, this time focusing equally on eating and sh–tting,” Nick writes. All I’ll add is that this isn’t a movie to watch during dinner. Pleasure, pain, disgust, terror—they all ecstatically combine in Strickland’s work for a cinema style that isn’t for everyone, but leaves an impression on anyone who watches it.