WR: Mysteries of the Organism (1971)

Genres - Avant-garde / Experimental  |   Sub-Genres - Biography, Political Satire, Politics & Government, Sex Comedy, Sexuality  |   Run Time - 84 min.  |   Countries - Yugoslavia  |  
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Of the numerous films of the late '60s and early '70s that positively gloried in the sexual revolution and the release of social shackles on free expression in general, WR: Mysteries of the Organism is one of the most ambitious, most confused, and downright weirdest. It was also one of the most controversial, its numerous nude sex scenes and frank dialog about masturbation and sexual stimulation ensuring both substantial audiences and outcries from guardians of morality. Still, its audaciousness and radicalism invite both admiration and irritation. On the one hand, it's a bold attempt to mix sexuality and radical politics, with nonlinear intercutting between documentary-style footage (shot in America) and a fictional surreal subplot (shot in Yugoslavia) involving young actors. On the other, however, it's an awkward blend that sometimes seems to be several incomplete films jammed into one, with none of the threads allowed fullest exposition. The U.S. documentary sections often (but not always) focus on the life of Wilhelm Reich, the psychoanalyst whose theories (particularly related to sexual behavior) spurred government censorship. While what's onscreen is certainly intriguing, there's not enough of a context for those unfamiliar with Reich to grasp what his work was all about, though some of the ancillary American scenes are rich in both anti-establishment stance and crude humor. In one, the editor of Screw magazine gets his private part plaster-cast, and in others, Tuli Kupferberg is seen romping around the streets of New York in ludicrous military regalia while "Kill for Peace" (by his legendary rock group the Fugs) plays on the soundtrack. More memorable, perhaps, are the sequences of the fictional Yugoslavian film-within-the-film, where the actors sometimes have full-frontal-nudity intercourse with abandon, but also where the female lead lobbies for sexual freedom and Socialist political revolution to reconcile with each other. That could have been dryly didactic, but it's done with absurd theatricalism, particularly in the film's highlight, where the heroine delivers a speech advocating free love from a balcony to her fellow tenants in the midst of a dreary apartment building. Anti-authoritarian protest and criticism against social and moral institutions of both the West and the East run rampant throughout a film that's memorable for the giddiness of its taboo-busting (and the sheer oddity of much of its imagery), yet in other ways is an incoherent mess.