José Sirgado is a low-budget filmmaker whose heroin addiction distorts his perspective of the real world. Although he is a depressed and unstable individual, his mood improves when he receives the mysterious films of Pedro, with whom he shares his passion for cinema.
狂喜, 아레바토, Έκσταση, Gwałt, Исступление, Несамовитість, Arrebatamento
Spain16
Cine Doré, Madrid
Italy
DBCult Film Institute
France
Grand Lyon Film Festival
Poland
New Horizons Film Festival
Spain
Sitges Film Festival
Greece
Athens Film Festival
USA
NYC / Los Angeles (4K restoration)
Spain
Portugal
Spain
Argentina
Spain
Germany16
Argentina
France
Germany
Greece
Italy
Poland
Portugal
Spain
USA
The Videodrome (1983) comparisons should not be made. They are misleading and do not make sense.
Holy Christ, what a mind trip! I had never seen anything like that!
Arrebato (aka Rapture) is an art house, underground-style psychological horror/thriller about a frustrated, low-budget horror filmmaker named José under troubled romantic relationships that meets a man obsessed with achieving perfection in the filming of subconscious frames (bare with me). José decides to help him giving him a device that allows to control time in film. The man then proceeds to film himself while asleep and finds a red frame in the film. Both will descend into a lunatic whirlpool of madness while both try to unravel the mystery hidden behind the…
captures an addiction/obsession to cinema better than any other film that I can think of and the dangers of media consumption more aptly than even Videodrome manages to; that it's also simultaneously hyper-erotic and casually terrifying makes it my new favorite thing - wild that I hadn't seen this until now
An addiction.
The ritualistic consumption of cinema; pushing play, searching for that next hit of exaltation in each frame until eventually, they begin to blend into one another. We devour the medium at a meteoric pace. What once brought us so much joy is now becoming harder and harder to sift through to find that high you remember so very vividly; the frames that venerate become more valuable, and desperately scarce. Finally, it gets to a point where you are no longer consuming a medium that once brought you such profound ravishment; delicately excogitated formalities that aided in your rabid filmic nourishment no longer suffice.
From consumer to consumed. Film itself has successfully devoured you—swallowed you up whole and spit…
Obsessive film making and drug addiction as one all inclusive organic being. More Videodrome than Videodrome.
"It's not that I like cinema… it's cinema that likes me."
So crazy to get to revisit Zulueta's ode to celluloid obsession at the tail end of a year where I somehow managed to watch 800 movies. I try to not get too precious about film, but there's something magical about watching a movie like this on a faded, haphazardly-subtitled 35mm print from North Carolina (!), an inscrutable document that feels as mysterious as the Super 8 reel and cassette that Poncela's character receives in the mail.
This is such a messy film, but that's what I like about it -- it's a bleary-eyed document made by a man in the grips of two all-consuming addictions; a film made on heroin in order to make more films to do more heroin. It's tragic that Zulueta never made a follow-up, but really, where does someone go from here?
An extraordinary allegory of cinephilia's devouring power, a vampiric compulsion that feeds on the relentless pursuit of cinematic ecstasy. Like people who log more than four movies a day on Letterboxd.
Arrebato is about the loss of self by way of addiction, cinephilia, compulsory heterosexuality, and the creative process. Arrebato says QUEER AS IN - I WANT TO DIE!
For those who agree that a movie is much more than a plot, please rejoice because I can best describe Arrebato through a series of contradictions.
Images both shore up and break apart our sense of self.
Pedro develops a sensitivity where certain images cause him to go into a state of drug-like rapture. The same rapture is kindled by heroin or childhood objects (the mini theatre, comics, betty boop). “Images are not the things they depict” sounds inane but existentially we're still working that one out. Images mediate our subjectivity. They’re…
“Do you know what to do with a pause?”
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. 🎥
i did myself a favor and watched this twice in one day, my brain is fried but I’m left living in Arrebato’s leftover fever dream. feeling all the feels from all the hectic & moody visuals and recovering from the constant lingering clicking noises in the background. But mostly the chemistry from our two male leads and their obsession to create art, the real escapism. this is top notch filmmaking for me which made it incredibly easy to rate so highly because Iván Zulueta managed to do so much with so little, how he only made three films baffles me!
I’m sorry but there’s nothing better…
finally, a movie that speaks to my experiences as a 12 year old making youtube skits
