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Last week I went to see Perfume: The Story of a Murderer.
It’s hard to know how to start a review of this film, because I didn’t know what kind of film I was watching. It’s very colourful, sensual and surreal, and more effort has been put into symbolism than plot. Basically it’s about a misfit with a supernatural wolf-like sense of smell who stalks and kills women and then uses their collective scent to make the world’s most impressive perfume. He feels he has no scent of his own, and therefore no soul (he’s a social car crash). The film is about smell, which the medium of cinema doesn’t offer, so this shortcoming is compensated for by the use of colours. It involves the annoying stereotype that dark thin men below a certain height are creepy.
It’s hard to know how to start a review of this film, because I didn’t know what kind of film I was watching. It’s very colourful, sensual and surreal, and more effort has been put into symbolism than plot. Basically it’s about a misfit with a supernatural wolf-like sense of smell who stalks and kills women and then uses their collective scent to make the world’s most impressive perfume. He feels he has no scent of his own, and therefore no soul (he’s a social car crash). The film is about smell, which the medium of cinema doesn’t offer, so this shortcoming is compensated for by the use of colours. It involves the annoying stereotype that dark thin men below a certain height are creepy.