Review – Berberian Sound Studio

There’s something wonderfully outrageous about fruit and vegetables being used by serious, technically-gifted individuals to represent the sound of a body slamming onto the ground or a neck being broken.

It’s a side of filmmaking normally hidden from the audience, a process that takes place long after the cameras have stopped rolling and the actors have moved on to other projects.

Berberian Sound Studio

Peter Strickland’s Berberian Sound Studio – “a masterclass in sustained dread”

In director Peter Strickland’s astonishing Berberian Sound Studio, this is turned completely on its head, wherein the mechanics of sound reproduction (known as foley) take precedence. Moreover, Strickland sets the film in the 1970s, when warm and fuzzy analogue equipment like tape recorders and magnetic tape was used, in contrast to the clinical digital apparatus employed today.

Strickland used a modest inheritance and relocated to Transylvania to shoot Katalin Varga, a striking, outré revenge drama that marked him out as one to watch. The writer/director has taken a massive leap forward with his sophomore feature, a head-spinning psychological horror-thriller that plunges buttoned up sound engineer Gilderoy (Toby Jones) into a frenzied whirlpool of his own making.

Gilderoy has flown from Britain to Italy to work on The Equestrian Vortex, what he assumes is the sort of nature documentary he has made his stock in trade from his garden shed in Dorking.

Unbeknownst to him, The Equestrian Vortex is in actuality a sadistic, stomach-churning giallo horror film, the sort of supernaturally-charged splatter-fests made famous by such maestros of the genre as Dario Argento and Mario Bava.

Toby Jones as Gilderoy in Berberian Sound Studio

Toby Jones as Gilderoy in Berberian Sound Studio

As the images of torture, rape and mutilation are projected to Gilderoy for the first time, we see his facial reaction contort between voyeuristic intrigue and disgust. All the audience sees of the film are its opening credits, with its blood-red palette and shots of terrified women.

Sitting alongside the film’s irritable, unforgiving producer Francesco (Cosimo Fusco) in the claustrophobic sound studio, he goes to work recording marrows being hacked to pieces, cabbages being stabbed and radishes having their tops violently ripped off (all of which are left to rot in a none-too subtle moment of symbolism). He also records the bone-chilling screams of several women, in particular the paranoid Elena (Tonia Sotiropoulou), who is angry for allowing herself to be exploited by the film’s suave, oily director Santini (Antonio Mancino) and warns Gilderoy against making the same mistake.

A homesick stranger in a strange land, he gradually finds himself being dragged deeper into the cesspool of moral filth and degradation that is playing out on screen and clings onto letters from his mother describing the untainted day-to-day mundanities his increasingly fractured psyche is losing a grip of.

Gilderoy allows his work to overwhelm him, in much the same way as Gene Hackman’s suveilance expert Harry Caul in The Conversation, and before long he’s no longer able to differentiate between reality and his nightmarish paranoia where each disturbing sound is amplified and the silence is almost as deafening.

Psychological horror at its very best in Berberian Sound Studio

Psychological horror at its very best in Berberian Sound Studio

Strickland fearlessly takes his protaganist  into a vortex of his own making and nods to David Lynch and Ingmar Bergman’s Persona in the way he portrays Gilderoy’s mental breakdown on screen. It’s deeply unsettling stuff, rivetingly played by Jones in a career-best turn. Jones has one of those faces that can exude gentility and cruelty at the same time (if ever a remake of 10 Rillington Place was made, he would be perfect as unassuming serial killer John Christie) and we’re left to make our own mind up as to whether Gilderoy’s experiences have corrupted him or merely held a mirror to the darkness he (and we) fear has always been there.

The process of producing the sounds are as lovingly shot as the equipment on which they are recorded (Strickland holds the camera on tape spools or the analogue sound desk). In spite of the film’s suffocating grip, there are many moments of black humour and scenes of real beauty, in particular when Gilderoy shows his colleagues how he can create the sound of a UFO by scraping a light bulb against a wire brush.

For a film where sound is everything, foley artist Heikki Kossi must get special mention, while ethereal electro band Broadcast provide a suitably haunting score.

Utterly unique, Berberian Sound Studio is a masterclass in sustained dread and the first of what could well be a slew of masterpieces from this vital, gifted filmmaker.

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5 comments

  1. GaryLee828 · February 6, 2013

    Well, I just watched it earlier today and I was bored to tears. It felt so redundant. I even fell asleep a couple times b/c it just couldn’t hold my interest. I don’t think it’s a bad movie b/c they did put effort into making it, but I was just personally bored out of my mind and just kept thinking about wanting to put on another movie. lol. But if you liked it, that’s cool. I have a recommendation for you: “The Hidden Face”. Never seen anything quite like it before! 🙂

    • Three Rows Back · February 6, 2013

      Oh dear! Sorry to hear you didn’t enjoy it. I watched it in a cinema so maybe that had something to do with why I found it so immersive. Thanks for the recommendation, I’ll give The Hidden Face a go and, when I see it, will let you know my thoughts.

  2. Terry Malloy's Pigeon Coop · February 27, 2013

    I watched this last night and I don’t really know what to make of it. It was stunningly shot and the sound (as you’d expect) is amazing. I just found the final third completely abandoned all narrative coherence and was just a series of random scenes. It was intriguing stuff but it would have been nice to have it not go quite as crazy as it did. I guess the point was for us, like Gilderoy, to not know what was real and what wasn’t.

    • Three Rows Back · February 27, 2013

      I would say that was the point, yes. I’m not sure whether you watched it in the cinema or on dvd, but I think it’s one of those films that works best when watched at the flicks. Its nightmarish and schizophrenic overtones nod very much in the direction of Lynch (especially Mulholland Drive and Inland Empire) and Bergman’s Persona. I still think about it now and then; it’s a film that stays with you.

  3. ckckred · June 21, 2013

    Nice review. You make a great comparison of Gilderoy to Harry Caul, something I hadn’t thought of. I really enjoyed and liked the picture and thought it resembled, as you mentioned, some of the films of David Lynch or Ingmar Bergman, but I found the pace a bit uneven. I really admired the direction Strickland took with the movie and that scene where Gilderoy sees himself in the movie is very effective.

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