The Butcher is a pretty reprehensible character; fed up of his pregnant fiancee, who has not set him up in a horse meat butcher's shop as promised, he is driven to the edge by her continual harping and thus violently attacks her, takes a gun and some money and goes to Paris. There, he finds no work nor prospects. Sinking into severe misanthropy and nihilism, he commits a shocking act after being confronted by and rejecting suicide. The sheer tone of Seul Contre Tous is grotty and uncompromising. The film forces you, through the bitter and cynical narration of the Butcher, to see the world through his eyes and identify with his inner world, which is as fascinating as it is repugnant. The most perverse scenes in the movie come when he kicks seven shades of crap out of his pregnant fiancee and, of course, the infamous climactic scenes which heavily imply that he is going to commit incest with his mentally handicapped daughter.
My first film watched was Carrie aged 2 on my dad's knee. Educated at The University of St Andrews and Trinity College Dublin. Fan of Arthouse, Exploitation, Horror, Euro Trash, Giallo, New French Extremism. Weaned at the bosom of a Russ Meyer starlet. The bleaker, artier or sleazier the better!
