5 Punk Art Films About Punk Art

3. Peeping Tom

One of the first signs that a film is ahead of its time is a truly toxic reception upon initial release.

Receptions don€™t come much more toxic than the one that greeted Michael Powell€™s Peeping Tom when it was first released in 1960. The tale of a mad (but weirdly sympathetic) young man who films himself brutally murdering young women was protested, banned, publicly decried to such an extent that previously acclaimed director Powell found his career over. While Peeping Tom is tame by today€™s standards (Psycho, released a few months later, is much harsher in terms of sex of violence. And a casual re-watch will show that Psycho ain€™t all that harsh) it is still an extraordinarily upsetting film. Why? Because Peeping Tom remains one of the few films to really tackle the voyeuristic nature of horror films (and films in general). It is a film about filmmaking, a film about the release that an audience finds in the simulated deaths of people on screen. Peeping Tom asks the uncomfortable questions about our relationship with films€and refuses to give any easy answers. The meta-layering of the film extends to Powell himself. He cast himself as killer Mark Lewis€™s father, depicted in home videos conducting horrific experiments on his own son. It is the father who is responsible for the son€™s mania, just as it is ultimately Powell the director€™s fault for the character€™s actions. By pulling back the curtain on his film€™s relationship with the audience, Powell took away the audience€™s safety net, daring them to see themselves reflected in the horrific actions of Peeping Tom€™s €˜hero€™. Audiences rejected the very notion. Powell had the last laugh. He lived long enough to see his film become regarded as a masterpiece. The audience was finally willing to look into the mirror.
 
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Brendan Foley is a pop-culture omnivore which is a nice way of saying he has no taste. He has a passion for genre movies, TV shows, books and any and all media built around short people with hairy feet and magic rings. He has a Bachelor's degree in Journalism and Writing, which is a very nice way of saying that he's broke. You can follow/talk to/yell at him on Twitter at @TheTrueBrendanF.