DON'T TOUCH THE WHITE WOMAN! (Ferreri, 1974)
Koch Lorber, DVD, Release Date July 14, 2009
Review by Christopher S. Long
As a great philosopher said, there’s a fine line between clever
and stupid, and Marco Ferreri spent most of his career stumbling
along that line like an unrepentant drunk, weaving back and forth
until finally falling face first onto one side or the other. With the
stark raving mad “Don’t Touch the White Woman!” (1974), Ferreri
collapsed into clever and produced one of the strangest un-Westerns
ever made.
The film is nominally a re-enactment of
Custer’s last stand. Ferreri wasn’t particularly obsessed with
historical accuracy and the keen-eyed viewer may spot a few
inaccuracies along the way. First, all of the characters speak
French. Second, there’s some guy who hangs around the set wearing a
University of Denver sweater and eating potato chips. Third, while
all of the principals are dressed in period clothing when they go to
the train station everyone else is wearing jeans and t-shirts.
Also, Richard Nixon is president.
This sounds like a film made on the
cheap and it may well have been but it sure as hell attracted an
all-star cast: Marcello Mastroianni (as Custer), Catherine Deneuve,
Michel Piccoli (as Buffalo Bill), Alain Cuny (as Sitting Bull),
Philippe Noiret, and scene-stealing character actor Ugo Tognazzi as
Custer’s Native American servant named, of course, Mitch.
Mitch is a total prick who thinks that
selling out to the white devil makes him an equal in their eyes. But
whenever his eyes look at their ladies, Custer slaps him: “Don’t
touch the white woman!” Custer slaps a lot of people. He’s a
total prick too, cruel, vain and petty. Come to think of it, Buffalo
Bill’s a total prick too, and so is Catherine Deneuve’s character
(Marie-Hélène), giving “Don’t Touch the White Woman” a
significantly higher prick count than “Bruno.”
Ferreri shot the film on the site of a
demolished mall in Paris. Instead of roaming the open plains, the
Indians (led by Sitting Bull) mill about in the ditch that serves as
the construction site. It’s basically a big hole with mounds of
dirt and rocks all over the place. I think it’s supposed to be the
reservation. The soldiers all live in a building at the top of the
ditch and the two groups occasionally shout at each other seeing as
they’re all of a few hundred feet apart.
Custer spends most of his time
blustering, being jealous of Buffalo Bill, and trying to seduce
Marie-Hélène. Mitch tries to play both sides of the fence which
only results in him being despised by everybody. Sitting Bull
eventually gets stoic, man, and prepares his people for the climactic
battle.
And what a battle. It is so gloriously
unconvincing, so utterly absurd that it achieves a kind of greatness,
though precisely what kind scholars have not yet determined. When
Custer sweeps onto the battlefield (i.e. goes down into the ditch) he
is shocked when ambushed by a group of Indians who were pretty much
just hiding behind a dirt mound. The last chunk of the film is
basically just a slaughter with white men getting impaled, clubbed
and scalped to death, and I’ll be damned if it isn’t a hell of a
lot of fun to see them all get it all real good.
“Don’t Touch the White Woman” is
a giant cup of “What the fuck?” but it’s absolutely riveting.
And pure Marco Ferreri, which is unlike anything else ever.
The film is presented in a 1.66:1 aspect ratio. This is a pretty miserable transfer, almost certainly a PAL dupe. A sickly green hue permeates the film, and the image is muddy and dull. It looks like a 3rd or 4th generation VHS dub. But it's still watchable.
Audio:
The film is presented in Dolby Digital
Mono. Forced English subtitles support the French audio. The sound
mix is adequate, at least compared to the video.
Extras:
The only extra is a 3-minute excerpt
from the documentary “Marco Ferreri: The Man Who Came from the
Future.”
Ferreri’s anarcho-anachronistic exercise in historical deconstruction is a feat of inspired insanity. I don’t know if it’s great film-making but it’s definitely… something. And I love it dearly.
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