Village Voice by Alan Scherstuhl
Seidl's study reminds us, with each new basement, that the places where we're most ourselves might as well have grown off us like the shells of mollusks.
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Austria, Germany · 2014
1h 21m
Director Ulrich Seidl
Starring Alessa Duchek, Gerald Duchek, Inge Ellinger, Manfred Ellinger
Genre Documentary
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Interested in exploring obsessions and the dark underside of the human psyche, in this documentary, filmmaker Ulrich Seidl enters basements in Austria that have been designed for secrets and fetishes. He documents what people do in their spare time when they are in their private spaces.
Village Voice by Alan Scherstuhl
Seidl's study reminds us, with each new basement, that the places where we're most ourselves might as well have grown off us like the shells of mollusks.
The Hollywood Reporter by Deborah Young
Make of it what you will, this off-the-wall film essay entertains hugely while it makes the audience squirm in their seats.
Slant Magazine by Diego Semerene
Cinema hasn't been this close to the dusty cogs of desire's machinery and unapologetic about pleasure since Pasolini.
Grabby and grubby in equal measure, this meticulously composed trawl through the contents of several middle-class Austrians’ cellars (a space, according to Seidl, that his countrymen traditionally give over to their most personal hobbies) yields more than a few startling discoveries.
Seidl uses the peculiar relationship of Austrians to their basements as a way to pick away at the cracks between our public and our most private selves. But it's an idea that is elevated further by his rigorous eye for composition and cinematographic portraiture that makes the even the most bizarre images beautiful, and fashions the film, which could feel very fragmented in that it jumps from subject to subject and back again, into a deeply engrossing whole.
Seidl is a filmmaker of both talent and merit, but the blatant manipulation of his subjects and the nakedness of his own intentions and dribbling fascination make In the Basement irrelevant as a comment on Austrian society as a whole, and only passingly interesting as an unsurprising picture of what some very odd people do in the privacy of their own homes.
The New York Times by Nicolas Rapold
Ulrich Seidl’s raw portrayals of ordinary people have been criticized as unflattering and wallowing in abjection. But occasionally, as in his newest, In the Basement, the director can make you wonder whether the problem doesn’t lie with his films but with everyone else’s.
The Guardian by Peter Bradshaw
With In The Basement, [Seidl] seems to falling back on the same old shocks. The freakiness is losing its capacity to disturb.
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