Conversations Peter Greenaway: the long read

In July 2020, the editor of DMovies Victor Fraga and the editor of Doesn’t Exist Alex Babboni got together in order to interview Peter Greenaway. The running piece was published in early 2021. Below is the long version of the interview:

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Alex Babboni – Doesn’t Exist is a publication about fashion and cinema. What do you look for in a magazine?

Peter Greenaway – A magazine, because of this sort of notion, unlike a film – well it’s not really true nowadays – you can freeze a frame. You could easily freeze a frame in a magazine, but I like this sort of see-through [a magazine]. I don’t know whether each page has to relate to the next page, that it has to be narratives within narratives within narratives. In a way, it’s sort of like… a magazine, I suppose… I must be careful with my metaphors, like a ‘static interactive film’.

AB – Your work comes from a painting background.

PG – At the tender, naïve age of 13, I wanted to be a painter. I was in art school in 1960, a hell of a long-time ago, and that was the big first splurge of the first generation after World War II that began to develop identities. It was the time of Carnaby Street, the Swinging ’60s – sorry to use a cliché – but it was about lifestyle. I was in art school with Keith Richards and Ian Dury; I went to art school with a whole load of people who ostensibly wanted to be painters, but they all came out as fashion designers or…

AB – Would you say that painting is pivotal in your career?

PG – I think probably if you would have run through a list of all the people who were in my generation, not one of them is a painter-painter, in a sense that we have to be careful about definitions of painting now. Marcel Duchamp said that “anything you want to regard as a painting is a painting”. But those people have lived a life that’s related way back to painting and I think painting is the most important thing that exists on the planet, even more so than text.

AB – Visual literacy, as you like to emphasise.

PG – Text is secondary to the notion of image. It’s how it says in Genesis, “in the beginning was the word”: this is a lot of rubbish. How can Adam go out into the world as God commanded and name everything unless there is something to name? So, in the beginning was the image! And I think that this stands for everything in our culture.

Victor Fraga – Are you arguing that the narrative is subordinate to the visuals?

PG – Let’s get this straight: I’m anti-narrative. Narrative is totally, totally unnecessary. You have to have systems, of course, you know, “one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10” is a good enough narrative for me. Although “10, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one” is an even better narrative. You have to worry about structures and about the cinematic process through time. Of course you have to worry about beginnings, middles and ends, but I don’t think that structure has to be narrative. It’s our comfort zone: we all go around telling narratives all the time. But in cinema it’s not necessary. I’m very happy that it exists in book form, literature form.

VF – Is this the very essence of cinema or is this just Peter Greenaway?

PG – A narrative for me is really essentially the phenomenon of text. We’ve learnt how to express ourselves narratively. Neanderthals living in a cave no doubt told one another stories, but as soon as the notion of writing, the world’s organisational space began… all about text, text, text, then the development of narrative flourished. It’s quite possible, and there are many examples that we can talk about them, and I’m striving all the time to try and push my cinema in that direction: I sincerely believe that cinema should be non-narrative. The very, very best painting is not narrative. The best painting does not tell a story, it doesn’t have to tell a story!

VF – Yet most paintings seem to tell some sort of story…

PG – Because most painting is narrative, most painting is reportage. Most painting is affixed to the notion indeed of representing the real world. But if you get rid of narrative, you get rid of that functionality the painting has been so responsible for. The big irony is that right about until Monet, probably in London in 1861, all painting was narrative. Monet started making paintings without a narrative, essentially for the first time. And he broke the bank: thank God he did it! Extraordinary painters followed him in the 20th century – Malevich, Kandinsky and Mondrian –, creating the only really sensible painting that should ever exist. That’s when all notions of reportage began to disappear from painting, and we entered what, I sincerely believe, is the most important century of painting we’ve ever had: 20th century.

VF – And what happened after that?

PG – After that in painting we did not have to illustrate [texts] anymore. To me, ‘illustration’ is a dirty word because it is secondary. It’s not the prime motivation to illustrate something, it is to try and make an image to stick to something that already exists in another medium, and I know my detractors find it very difficult to stand this. We sympathise with it because cinema is a medium for all seasons, it embraces absolutely everything. Just think of those who have to make a huge variety of disciplines, fomented text… I don’t think there are many films which are really films. Most cinema we’ve seen so far, since 1895, has been some form of illustrated text. It could be said, maybe pushing the boat out here, in a melancholy moment, cinema is over 120 years of illustrated texts: Bollywood and Hollywood are absolute examples of this. I cannot really go to very many producers with a bunch of images, a collection of paintings and say, “Give me the money”. They really don’t know what the hell I’m talking about; they need a word, a text, a literary form to be able to raise the money to help me make a film.

VF – Who was it that came close to making non-narrative cinema? Was it Resnais, was it Godard?

PG – Well, Resnais is my real hero. I’m a great fan of all the Nouvelle Vague people but I suppose we could revere Alain Resnais. The greatest film of the last 50 years, maybe even longer, is “Last Year in Marienbad”. That’s a film that really separates the sheep from the wolves. Huge numbers of people find it to be pompous, wholly intellectual, etc. But that’s the closest film I’ve ever seen that’s come to ‘non-narrativity’ in a way. Even though it is scripted from an amazing novel called Jealousy by Alain Robbe-Grillet. Last Year in Marienbad (1961), I suppose, he hangs over the early part of my film career as the number one.

VF – Are all of your favourite filmmakers European and avant-garde?

PG – Don’t get me wrong, if you want to ask me who my favourite commercial film director would be, I would say it’s that extraordinary Englishman [Ridley Scott] who made Alien (1979) and two other big films that have satisfied critical appraisal: Blade Runner (1982) and Gladiator (2000). Very “Hollywood films” but extraordinarily, amazingly visual… an amazing imagination. I never quite understood: he’s highly respected but he’s still not really up there in the great echelon of great filmmakers.

VF – But Blade Runner is considered a watershed, the first postmodern film ever made. And I would argue that you too are a postmodern filmmaker. Wouldn’t you agree with me?

PG – First, I am not sure, it’s a portmanteau word. We drag it out of the closet and find something that doesn’t normally fit the other categories.

VF – What I mean is, you blend styles in a smooth and seamless way.

PG – No, I am very much interested in the language of cinema. As I explained before, I’m not particularly interested in telling stories, as I think there are more profound ways in which to attach ourselves to a human predicament.

VF – What about Godard’s latest film “Le Livre d’Image”. It’s a wordplay in French meaning “the image book” and also “the free image”. Is that a non-narrative film?

PG – Yes, it is. However, I think it’s rather boring, I’m afraid. I certainly believe in the pleasure principle: you have to entertain. Vitruvius, a Roman architect said that every great work of art has to be 50% entertainment and 50% instruction. And I think that’s what we all ought to aim for. If it’s merely entertainment, like Hollywood, you’ll have forgotten it by tomorrow afternoon. If it’s only instruction, people will be so bored they walk away. You got to find a way to put these two things together.

VF – Do you consider yourself a multimedia artist?

PG – I see all arts as a multimedia activity. The magazine proves it: image and text. How to make a table, how to cook a pie, it’s everything: it’s all one phenomenon. And I think that very short-lived idea of life by Keats, the romantics, from Jane Austen to Napoleon, I don’t think anybody believes that anymore.

VF – You obviously have a huge affinity with Rembrandt and the Dutch masters. Could you please talk about your connection to them?

PG – Rembrandt became very wealthy, although he lost it in the end because he was such a bad manager of money. But he found a way to do what he really wanted to do. It is 1600 to 1700, the breakaway time. Perhaps not as important as Monet – when painting became painting and not illustrated text. Still, Rembrandt developed the ability to be represented by his own curiosity.

VF – Is this ability “to do what you really want” an individual trait?

PG – That’s indicative of Holland in general. We really have to talk about the major cities, of course. If you go out in the sticks, they are still farming, looking after cows – a lot of them still do. There are more cows than people in Holland. It’s a bourgeois phenomenon, the middle-class who begins to become educated. For example, the first educated females in the world were Dutch. Because they were all Lutherans and Calvinists, actually more Calvin than Luther, it was important that everybody should read their Bible. All females from the tender age of three or four started to learn how to read. And as soon as you start reading you don’t just get stuck on Genesis, you read everything else! There was a huge number of educated females, they were the ‘business people’: they kept the books and read what was necessary.

VF – They definitely don’t sound like “good Catholic girls”!

PG – There were lots of Roman Catholics in this city [Amsterdam] and they hated it. Catholicism is against knowledge: “don’t get females reading: they get too many ideas.” This city was the centre of female learning. And 51% of the world’s population from the last 3,000 years has been female and that’s really important. It’s the beginning… the pre-establishment of the age of Enlightenment.

VF – This could be an interesting theme for a movie.

PG – I have been trying to get a film off the ground for a long time: three people live in this city not far from where I live. Firstly Spinoza, representing the beginning of atheism – it is really exciting that the first pronounced atheist was a Jew: he lived in Street Number One, let’s call it that. Rembrandt lived in Street Number Two: he’s very pro-Jewish, most of his portraits are of Jewish people, so there’s a connection there as well. And then there’s Street Number Three around the corner: René Descartes – and I have a statue of him outside my house. He couldn’t stand the French because they were Roman Catholic and very conservative, so he comes to Holland and lives in Rotterdam, then lives in this city in Street Number Three. These three people are responsible, in a curious way, for our world: atheism… you know, Christianity and behind it all the other religions that would collapse as well. And then Descartes’s “I think therefore I am”. It’s the beginning of the new understanding and intellectual reasoning position. Rembrandt is the precursor of 19th century Impressionism, the notion of perceiving reality in different ways.

VF – It sounds like a lovely trilogy of faith.

PG – I wanted to make a film about Descartes. He fell in love with a young man here in Amsterdam, a soldier, and he had to keep it very quiet, of course. He was also involved with the daughter of another Dutch woman. You might know his story: he was summoned to Stockholm to set up a salon for the Queen of Denmark. Descartes was used to staying in bed until 12pm because he got most of his good ideas in bed in the early morning. A woman woke him up at 5am every morning and the poor guy caught a cold and died. Her name was Catherine, she was a protestant, though she eventually became a Catholic, being invited back into the Church. So, he died in Denmark. That’s a great story about his death: his head was taken off his body, decapitated. Someone wanted it as some sort of totemic representation of the greatest intellectual in Europe at that time. It’s interesting that Descartes had this complicated sex life and I seriously want to make a film about it. And like I said before, Spinoza, Descartes and Rembrandt all lived in this city within three streets of one other. They represent beginnings of atheism, the beginnings of empiricism and the beginnings of painting.

VF – Does this triptych still stand today?

PG – We now live in a post-Duchamp era, rather than a post-impressionist world. But there’s a huge opening of doors. These three people created the 20th century; it all happened here in Amsterdam.

VF – How long have you lived in Holland?

PG – I’ve lived in Holland for 26 years and I’ve had a Dutch producer for nearly five decades. I’ll tell you the anecdote, you probably heard it before: I was at the Venice Film Festival with a film I made called The Draughtsman’s Contract (1982), and I met this film producer called Kees Kasander and he said that, provided that I didn’t want to go to Hollywood, he would look after my film career.

VF – You also have a fondness for alphabetisation, numbering and cataloguing in general. One of our writers has said “if ever anyone were to make a film about the Dewey Decimal System”, it would be you. Is cinema defined by letters and numbers by nature or is this a creative choice?

PG – You know… 16mm, 35mm, 9.5, Godard’s “the truth is cinema on 24 frames per second”: that’s all numerical game playing. And there are one or two underground filmmakers who continue to play with that. Have you come across a filmmaker called David Rose? His films are all about figures. You have just given me the opportunity to expand on being non-narrative but I have to have structure. And there are all sorts of structures in the world, which are going to allow me to do that.

VF – David Rose is to numbers what Greenaway is to game-playing. Correct?

PG – Have you ever seen Drowning by Numbers (1988)? Again, it’s numbers one to 100. You can forget the numbers, if you want. There are all sorts of other things in that film, as the number 33 is written on the back of a bee which is flying around. And you’ve got to be incredibly careful to see that. I get accused of leaving numbers out, but I can assure you they are all there. If they are not there in the image, they are there in the sounds or in the music, somewhere.

VF – Who created these numbers?

PG – The number counts, which are now universal, are basically European and Napoleonic. He devised an early idea of the metre, everything based on the number 10. Before that, there were thousands of others. But there are all sorts of different systems. We happen to be living in 2020 but that’s rather obscure, don’t you think? Let’s get rid of that and start again, not this stupid idea of Christ’s birth creating this numerical system: first man on the moon is year zero. We should start counting again. And all these old systems, you know, if you look at the Middle East, they all start again at a certain period. The Jewish restarted three times, I think, calendars in Baghdad started from scratch, because when you get to too big numbers, it becomes uncomfortable. I’m writing a massive project and it’s all about renumbering the world; it starts all over again.

VF – You won’t be using the decimal system, will you?

PG – There are other number systems, there is the alphabet. The Chinese now, they’ve joined the modern world, and all their books now are alphabetically sorted, from A to Z. And the alphabet is incredibly important. Your name must be mentioned in thousands of different indexes, apart from Wikipedia – we’re all connected to that. When the Jews were in the concentration camps, they all had numbers and figures on their arms: they were all labelled with a number. There’s another huge area of playing with structure. A lot of my structures have been alphabetical and numerical and, also, there are themes like platonic solids and geometric Euclidean ideas. Plus, the whole scientific world is now very much based on Einstein’s language, which is very obscure to most. Do you understand the equations that got us to relativity? Very difficult to find out. But there’s also all sorts of algebraic systems across the equal sign.

VF – Which such system is most compatible with cinema?

PG – What I’m trying to find all the time is a system whereby I can play games – and the English are very good at playing games, they invented most of them but they don’t play them very well anymore – that game-playing activity, if you like. I use the word ‘game’ very loosely here but there is a rationale. Most new inventions – Leonardo da Vinci is a supreme example – are very forward risk-taking. ‘Let’s go there and explore it’ kind of stuff. We’re now on the Moon and you have a computer because of that game-playing and I’m interested in that. I remember a UK magazine once saying that “Greenaway is a game player: he just plays with things, he’s not serious”. But I think that game-playing is a very, very serious occupation, and it’s got us computers, and it’s got us to the Moon.

VF – Are you a game-player, a titillator and a provocateur?

PG – Being very English, it’s deeply ironic. There is no meaning. Any meaning we can find is a meaning we have to invent for ourselves.

VF – You started your career by making educational documentaries for the Central Office of Information. Would you agree that your films have changed since and that, instead of educating, you often wish to dazzle and challenge your audiences?

PG – The COI, the Central Office of Information – which sounds like a Russian politburo and there were elements of that in it – was a form of wartime propaganda machine. Germany had a brilliant propagandist and his name was Goebbels. The English wanted something equivalent based upon his structures and his methods of propaganda. They developed what was once upon a time called – since so many English things are royalist – the Crown Film Unit, and that became the Powerpoint, the propaganda. And it had so many sorts of luminaries – many of which I’m sure you know – famous poets, W. H. Auden, John Grierson, a lot of composers… they were all part of that patriotic working, you know, to defend ourselves against the Nazis. But then came peace: what was the unity going to do or going to organise? The COI lost its purpose. Just at that particular time, the British Empire was collapsing, for good or for bad, and a lot of people hated it. Well, it turned out to have been absolutely necessary. They were all being educated and they wanted material: primarily for television and also for their own film businesses.

VF – I can’t imagine you being a very devoted patriot.

PG – Well, I was a keen Marxist, Leninist and socialist those days. I went out of my way wearing red shirts. I cut all the propaganda for the Socialist Party. There was a long-time serving Prime Minister called Wilson. “No Mr. Wilson, No Mr. Heath”. I am not as politically active now as I was then. I was aware that the COI films were propaganda and people were telling you lies dressed up in sugar. And that’s why I made so many mockumentaries: I made Dear Phone (1976) about making phone calls but all the information was wrong. That’s when The Falls (1980) came, and then Act of God (1980) about people being struck by lightning. I was looking deliberately for an ungovernable phenomenon, like being struck by lightning. If you go out to a golf course carrying a metal stick, watch out, you’re asking for trouble. But if you go to Argentina there are graveyards of children killed by lightning strikes.

VF – But Act of God isn’t set in Argentina. How did you go about finding the UK victims?

PG – We put advertisements on English newspapers looking for people who had been struck by lightning and survived, so that they could tell us about their experiences. A hundred years ago, people called it an act of God because “you had been evil, you had been picked out to be eradicated from the Earth”. We now know that to be absolutely stupid but a lot of people – even in the English countryside – still believe that if they behaved better, they would never be struck by God. It’s all about suspicion and superstition and bad ideas.

VF – Are all the events in Act of God real?

PG – The Falls was entirely bogus and also connected to the notion that we all, historically and geographically, want to fly. It’s a universal mythology that we all desire and, in a peculiar way and thanks to machinery, we can. But I still can’t simply lift off the world: it’s just never, never going to happen, we’re just anatomically ill-prepared for that. But they actually felt that it [flying] was true and they thought the film Act of God was false. What is false can be easily considered true, what is true can be easily considered false and I enjoy that. And if you ask me what did I do at the COI? It gave me that incredible, dare I say, cynicism. Cynicism is probably very bad for the human spirit but it gives you a deep sense of irony.

VF – Please tell us about your writing.

PG – I’ve written many novels, most of them are unpublished. I write a lot! Although I’m supposed to be a picturesmith, all of my scripts – and I’ve made 60 films – are always my films. Nobody else’s script, nobody else’s idea. Unfortunately I cannot write music but I do everything else.

VF – You and Michael Nyman worked together for about 15 years. Would you like to reflect on the nature of your working relationship and what made it so successful? I would argue that one without the other is an amputee, much like Andréa Ferréol’s character in A Zed & Two Noughts (1985).

PG – They said the same thing about Sacha Vierny, Alain Resnais’s cameraman, who also worked with Buñuel and so on. And they said there would be no Peter Greenaway without Vierny but most marriages end in divorce. All these film myths are interesting. You have to understand that Michael Nyman and I had an enormous falling out, a massive divorce. We were incredibly close collaborators, our wives were friends, our kids went to the same school, etc. The last film we did together was Prospero’s Books (1991).

VF – Let’s talk about sex and death.

PG – Well, there’s nothing else to talk about, is there? If we are going to talk about sex and death, nothing else is important. Balzac suggested that money was important but money hasn’t been around for very long, has it? About 4,000 years. But every evidence suggests that it doesn’t make people happy. You can’t take it with you when you go. At the other end, what I think is that “power is more important” – and that’s Shakespeare: his plays are all about power, however you play it. But isn’t the business of sex and death to do with the manipulation of power? We’re all shit-scared to die and ‘how could the world go on without us?’. Power is indeed about life and death. I’m not even going to talk about love and Darwinian concerns. It’s the very, very beginning and the very, very ending which are both unknown and this is at the heart of all of our anxieties.

VF – Sex and death have always been intimately connected in your films. Have your views on these topics changed over the decades? In other words, do the 40-year-old Peter Greenaway and the 78-year-old Peter Greenaway perceive sex and death in the same way?

PG – You’ve given me the absolute forum for what I’m totally convinced. I’m 78 now and the average age of death in Holland is 84, even for foreigners, so if I’m lucky and have five more years, I’m very conscious of that. Let’s be a little intellectually snobbish: Eros and Thanatos. The Greeks were concerned about this thousands and thousands of years ago, the very beginning and the very end. As a young man I made a lot of films about sex, concomitant notions. You’ve seen “The Belly of an Architect”? The story is nine months long, it begins with a fuck and ends with a death. But the moment now is much more Thanatos: we’re waiting, and the coronavirus interrupted the wait, to make a film with Morgan Freeman called “Lucca Mortis”. It’s all about death.

VF – Is it about Puccini?

PG – No, Puccini is in it – because he happens to be born in Lucca – but he’s really minor. It’s just an excuse to use the scene from Madame Butterfly and to have a man going around smoking a cigarette. There’s a very famous statue of Puccini smoking a cigarette in Lucca. I really like the idea of the feature film as an essay. Have you seen [Jonathan Demme’s] Swimming to Cambodia (1987) and [Louis Malle’s] My Dinner with Andre (1981)? They are feature films as essays. But I think, in a peculiar way, all of my films are about essays. The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover (1989) is much about materialism per se, capitalised by the notion of cannibalism. It is a discussion about what happens if we eat ourselves. There are people around a table in a restaurant talking about different things. I want to go back to this trivial idea that you have to entertain. The Draughtsman’s Contract is about what is and what isn’t true, illusion and reality. I could go through all of my movies and say “this is a documentary”, or “this is a documentary in feature film form” and so on. But I don’t think that’s necessary: is there much difference nowadays between a feature film and a documentary?

VF – The line between feature and documentary is indeed increasingly blurred. Maybe people have become desensitised to the truth?

PG – In all countries, you need to have a script in order to get funding before you make a documentary. That’s ridiculous, isn’t it? Isn’t that entirely counterproductive? Documentaries are supposed to be lively as it is: you, as an outsider, are just supposed to be observing it. Ok, you have to fashion it, you need to have a structure but you also have to write a script for a documentary, so there isn’t much difference [to fiction]. You bend the world according to preconceived ideas and that’s not what a documentary is about.

VF – Not all documentarists are like this. Brazilian documentarist Eduardo Coutinho didn’t know what his documentary was about when he started making it, and often the documentary was about the process of documentary-making.

PG – Well, I could use that definition in my process when I make a feature film: I don’t really know what I’m going to do when I start, and it’s likely because of my painting background. When painters begin, they often don’t know what will end up on their canvas, and that’s what’s so incredibly exciting. I think my early films, the mockumentaries, such as “The Falls”, are about what you can find and what you can fashion.

VF – Your films feature abundant nudity. Yet you never show real sex, unlike filmmakers such as Lars von Trier, Gaspar Noé and your countrysake Michael Winterbottom. Why is that?

PG – Certain people have a great problem with that… maybe actors are the most difficult people of all. I’ve actually tried to present the real sexual act and people would say: “What are you doing here? Where’s the pretence? Where’s the reality?” Just think of Don’t Look Now (Nicolas Roeg, 1973): the two lead characters, played by Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie, about them having real sex – come on, it’s just game play, part of the propaganda to distribute the film.

VF – Eight years ago, you said that you would kill yourself on your 80th birthday and that you couldn’t think of anyone who has done anything remotely useful past 80. Both Jean-Luc Godard and Alain Resnais made films into their late 80s and 90s. Have you changed your mind since?

PG – You speak Portuguese, right? Did you see the last 10 films of that Portuguese filmmaker who died at 107? They are all the same film.

VF – Manoel de Oliveira?

PG – They are very boring. It’s not just a question of turning the camera and making the same goddamn film.

VF – Well, you don’t have to kill yourself, do you? You wouldn’t dare to die before Godard, would you?

PG – Well, there are one or two good prints by Picasso that he did aged 82. Titian Tiziano in Italy probably painted his three best paintings when he was 84. Don’t worry, I have done all the research, I’ve worked it all out. But there are very few works of great significance done by anybody over 80. You take much younger people: you have to win an Olympic record in swimming when you are 13, because at 15 it’s already too late. All the famous runners or sports people are finished by the time they are 25 or 30. Eisenstein did everything in 1929 – that’s the famous year for him – he did absolutely everything when he was about 27, I think.

VF – Wasn’t he in his 30s during the Mexican odyssey portrayed in Eisenstein in Guanajuato (2015)?

PG – Of course he did things afterwards, but they were never as profound. If you think of Bertrand Russell, everything was finished by the time he was 35. All the mathematicians, all their great work is finished by the time they are 40. Risk-taking minds are related to creativity – I don’t think anyone can be surprised about that, can you?

VF – Is it true you are planning a follow-up of Eisenstein in Guanajuato?

PG – I got so excited and interested and delighted by Elmer Bäck’s performance, I went away and made two more scripts with him. The Mexican film would be the third of three movies, the trilogy will be called Eisenstein on Travel because he was invited by Charlie Chaplin to come and make a film, as the Americans were astonished by Battleship Potemkin (Eisenstein, 1925). They had never seen something so violent, so quickly moving: you know, the speed of Russian editing is incredible, compared to slow Americans. And Stalin was interested. I remember the date was 1929, introducing sound cinema – and Russia didn’t have any sound cinema.

VF – So Stalin sent Eisenstein abroad?

PG – The Russians sent Vertov to Berlin and sent somebody else off to Paris, I can’t remember his name. They sent Eisenstein, alongside Alexandrov, who also had a reputation as a filmmaker, to Hollywood – the centre of Western filmmaking – to learn about sound cinema. Not that they came back with any knowledge, but Eisenstein was very happy to learn about Europe. He stopped off in Paris for a long time and he stopped off in a place in Switzerland very close to Geneva and Lausanne, where the very first film festival in the world was held. We’re talking 1929.

VF – I always thought that the first film festival in the world was the one in Venice, that is interesting.

PG – A place called La Sarraz, and it was attended by many important experimental filmmakers of the time, and the most important guest was Eisenstein.

VF – It no longer exists?

PG – No. It was in a castle. There was a Swiss patroness who wanted to turn her castle into a salon for European culture. The first year she based it on music, so Stravinsky and other luminaries of the period had a 10-day festival. The second year she based it on architects: Le Corbusier went. The third year she invited film directors, and Vertov was invited. He was going to be the ideal Russian but could not make it: he was making a film somewhere, so Eisenstein muscled himself in. Being very articulate, volatile and excitable, he very rapidly took over the festival.

VF – Flamboyant as well, wasn’t he?

PG – Indeed, a great raconteur, he spoke about eight languages. We want to make the first film about “Eisenstein in Switzerland” – that was the original title.

VF – So Eisenstein became a posterboy for the Soviet Union?

PG – I find it fascinating because he met everybody who was of significance: he met all of the Russians – he used to have breakfast with Stalin –, but he also met all the people in the politburo. And he met famous people in Stalinesque society. I am amazed, and most other people probably are too, that he didn’t end up in Siberia: he was very close to the nail many, many times. And Stalin always thought he was a filmmaker, but then he started remaking all these films. Eisenstein moved away and his first port-of-call was Berlin, where he met all the famous Germans: Marlene Dietrich, Josef von Sternberg, everybody. He met Jean Epstein, Einstein, Picasso – he met anybody who was somebody in the late ’20s.

VF – What about Fritz Lang, F. W. Murnau?

PG – He met all of these people and all the French guys: the underground filmmakers, the politicians, the artists and all the writers. We could put together a list of 100 famous people he met and we’ve started off a documentary and called it “The Eisenstein Handshakes”. Each film is five minutes long with all these people that he met. Then he went to Hollywood, where he met Chaplin, who was a communist, and he met all the famous Hollywood producers. Oh, you name it, he just met everybody! The impact made by The Battleship Potemkin all over the world was just incredible, a real bombshell. No one had ever made a film like that before: cut very fast, very different from anything else. Do you remember the revolution on board of the ship where they had to eat bad meat?

VF – Full of maggots.

PG – Yes, that’s right. Even on his way [to Hollywood], Eisenstein became good friends with Chaplin: he used to swim in his pool and play tennis. Eisenstein put up about 20 different projects but they were just too ‘way out’ for Chaplin. Intellectuals have never been successful in Hollywood, as you know. Chaplin suggested, along with Robert Flaherty, that Eisenstein should go to Mexico to make an ethnographic film about the advent of the Europeans into Aztec and Mayan cultures. He planned this film which would be called Que Viva Mexico!. He went there and he was supported by left wing socialist-leaning American millionaires, but the money wasn’t really enough. In the end, I think Eisenstein was very above and beyond the top, with 30 miles of film to make. It all fell apart: Stalin got angry and wanted him back again, so the whole thing collapsed.

VF – As a trilogy, how are you planning to present it?

PG – The first part is the big film festival, Eisenstein in Switzerland, and Eisenstein in Hollywood is the second one, where he comes up against all those Hollywood directors who said: “Brilliant Mr. Eisenstein, brilliant. You can never make these extraordinary films here.”

VF – The Russians frowned upon the depiction of Eisenstein’s homosexuality in Eisenstein in Guanajuato. Do you intend to address his sexuality in the other films?

PG – Eisenstein was a homosexual, he was interested in his own sexuality and these were very difficult times. Part of his sexual education was to travel across Europe. He was really fascinated by the novelist, playwright, poet and art collector Gertrude Stein – a lesbian in Paris around 1929. And he was also interested in people like Jean Cocteau, who was also a flamboyant homosexual. You know, the so-called ‘emancipated’ people… Stravinsky too was bisexual – nothing surprising in retrospect, most figures of the Renaissance were atheists.

VF – Is there a connection between homosexuality and atheism?

PG – We’re beginning to realise that most of the Renaissance figures were atheists – they didn’t dare say it because they’d end up on a stick. Leonardo da Vinci was certainly gay and very careful about expressing his political and sexual opinions. Michelangelo was a homosexual but, again, he was very circumspect about saying it. All these people… [Girolamo] Savonarola and [Niccolò] Machiavelli. It was certain death to express your atheism and the same for your sexual predilections throughout the 16th century. Voltaire was gay as well. Shakespeare probably… certainly was gay. You know, it was the status quo, it was the sensible, reasonable thing to be! [laughs]

VF – Could you please talk about the role of costumes in your films? Is it correct to say that they have a life of their own and that they are characters per se?

PG – You are thinking of The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover probably.

VF – Also The Draughtsman’s Contract… the main character is wearing black while others wear white, all of a sudden it all switches around.

PG – Yes, there is that. It’s an indication of getting things wrong, of being inside or outside the establishment, etc, playing the game. You know the statue in The Draughstman’s Contract, he’s only understood by innocence, people are always outside the mainstream, I’m playing with all this sort of ideas too.

VF – You are a friend of Vivienne Westwood, yet I don’t remember you working together. Is this correct?

PG – We wanted to get Vivienne Westwood to design the costumes for Rembrandt but that didn’t happen. She’s an extraordinary woman, very, very bizarre. I remember having long conversations about Sophocles with her and how she reckoned I got everything wrong about him – and she was probably right! Very autodidactic. Everything is picked up through the world, book-reading, and she hasn’t had much of an official education, whatever that means. Vivienne was very familiar with the very famous painting just down the road from here, Rembrandt’s The Night Watch. It’s an extraordinary painting but very bourgeois: it’s related again to the idea of the bourgeois. Not about the aristocrats, not about the Church, but the people who have lived here dressed up in army uniforms pretending to be patriotic and fight for the Dutch. In some curious way, it’s a copy of a Velázquez painting.

VF – Perhaps Rembrandt was the one pretending to be patriotic?

PG – Do you know what’s very strange about the Dutch? They are very free-thinking and liberally free but all their baker shops are full of Iberian imagery! Sometimes there are rivers running through the countryside, one side is protestant and the other is Spanish – even now in 2020. They are supposed to have given this stuff away years ago but it’s still deeply inbred. Very Calvinist, when you walk down the street at night no one closes their curtain because, as a Calvinist, the worst sin that you can have is envy – people have to know what you got. If you own a Rolls Royce or a fur coat, you get spat on in the street because that’s a sign of exuberance, you know, as in The Embarrassment of Riches, the book by [Simon] Schama. We are kangaroo-hopping, jumping from subject to subject… what were we talking about just now?

VF – Costumes!

PG – Stendhal syndrome! I took Vivienne Westwood to the Rijksmuseum to see Rembrandt’s The Night Watch and she started giggling. She couldn’t stop giggling. It wasn’t Stendhal syndrome exactly but it was the nervousness, a sort of “hey look, I’m in front of this extraordinary, famous painting”. The people at the museum told me: “could you please take this lady out of the room, she’s disturbing everyone”. The shock of seeing something that you thought you knew extremely well but “hang on, I don’t really know it that well!. And it’s a big surprise when you really do see it. I had that with The Last Supper”by da Vinci: I spent a lot of time in front of it. The echoes are still applying and we’re working now on the idea of what is true and what is false.

VF – Any final thoughts about costumes and the role that they play?

PG – I think they are important, you know, we sat down with Jean Paul Gaultier, we looked at paintings and tried to find – I don’t know the right word for it – this sort of parallel universe. The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover is all about thievery and vulgarity. And there’s a whole series of paintings about the Civil War that Holland fought against Spain. There was no regular army here so you had to pay for your own costumes: those who were rich dressed much greater than those who were poor. And we talked about this to Gaultier and he was entertained by the idea and took direct motifs to the restaurant, to the waitresses, forks and knives, all over them – but then that’s maybe another side issue. I organised the painting space as a cinema space with the camera man to be a pastiche of a Civil War painting. If you want, you can see the tableaux vivants: the sashes, the high boots, etc. It’s contemporary, exhibitionist contemporary.

VF – They sound as fake as the “patriots” in Rembrandt’s painting?

PG – There is always this concern for the notion of how you look, why you look and how you present yourself: it’s inevitable. I’m fascinated about that! We are who we eat, we are who we read, we are who we dress.

VF – You once said that the remote control spelt the death of cinema. How do you feel about streaming?

PG – I think that cinema is dying very rapidly now, it’s becoming wallpaper. Do you watch your wallpaper? There’s a huge amount of films being made, more than ever before, but who’s looking at it?

VF – Would you describe what Netflix shows as film?

PG – There’s another thing about that: it was devised to be a long form cinematic activity, but do you really know many people that follow a whole series through?

VF – A lot of people!

PG – I give up with that kind of stuff. David Lynch started it with Twin Peaks. Who finished Twin Peaks? Very few people. There’s something exciting about the concept but not very useful in terms of the actual management. I’ve got really stuck on The Ozark [Netflix], but suddenly I stopped being excited and didn’t want to know anymore.

AB – Regarding your very own career, do you have any favourite films?

PG – A Zed & Two Noughts. They say your second film is the most difficult film of your life: “you make a film and if it’s successful…”

VF – That’s my favourite, too! But isn’t that your third film, after The Falls and The Draughtsman’s Contract?

PG – Yes, but I always think of The Draughtsman’s Contract as the first film that I made. The second was A Zed & Two Noughts, and the third was The Belly of an Architect (1987).

AB – Why is this one your favourite in particular?

PG – A Zed & Two Noughts is the most complicated, evolved and intellectually complex movie. It’s been called ‘three films that pretend to be one film’. It’s a film about the world as an arc. It’s about doppelgangers: how the hell would we behave if we met ourselves? And thirdly, which is perhaps a little more elitist and academic: it’s about the alphabet, 26 different ways to make a film.

AB – The 26 letters of the alphabet.

PG – Sacha Vierny and I sat down and made a list: 26 different ways to light a film. You know, light and dark, noon and moonlight and starlight, and firelight, and television light, and even lighting by rainbows and it’s all there. There are three films there and they are all struggling to get out: they should be three separate movies.

VF – Would you change anything about the film?

PG – Let me put it this way: the best compliment I could pay to it is that it’s rather badly acted. And I was totally ripped off by Cronenberg who did Dead Ringers (1988): he sat me down in a hamburger bar and grilled me, like you’re grilling me about my cinema, then he went away and made Dead Ringers. If you look at Dead Ringers, it’s the same film but they have Jeremy Irons playing the part.

VF – The two brothers are not twins in real life, they are two years apart, is that right?

PG – That’s right, they’re not twins. And they weren’t very good actors either, you could see it.

AB – Any particularity about the costumes in A Zed & Two Noughts?

PG – I like the costume at the end: they made a costume for twins, an enormous two-piece suit.

VF – So why did you opt to have them in the nude at the end?

PG – Strip down to basics again: we’ve just seen a litany of animals and they’re all naked; they meet their deaths under some circumstances that make them part of mankind.

AB – How did you choose Jean Paul Gaultier for the The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover?

PG – I used to work with a very good Dutch team: Jan Ross and Ben van Os. Actually, van Os was really responsible for the look of the film. The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover was very much him.

AB – And the colour code, the way the same Helen Mirren costume changes, something that breaks the narrative, the continuity of the wardrobe …

PG – It was my idea to do the colour coding for The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover and van Os followed it meticulously all the way through. I haven’t been so fortunate more recently. They always said: “Oh, Greenaway is a painter, he’s the one who designs what everything looks like. What time or space is there for an art director?”. But these guys have all the contacts, like you: if you are in the world of fashion, that’s an incredible activity!

AB – Any other collaborations with fashion designers, apart from Gaultier and also Martin Margiela, who worked on the costumes for The Pillow Book (1996)?

PG – We’re supposed to be doing something with Stella McCartney but we really haven’t got ourselves together yet. But I’m sure we will.

AB – From fashion to films. It would be great to know your opinion about a couple of filmmakers: Federico Fellini, what do you think about his films?

PG – He’s extraordinary. Made some very bad films, we must not forget that Orchestra Rehearsal (1978) is an extremely bad film but 8 ½ (1963) is the most brilliant film about filmmaking ever done, I think.

AB – What do you think of Michelangelo Antonioni?

PG – Yes, a completely different filmmaker compared to Fellini.

AB – Stanley Kubrick?

PG – Very conventional filmmaker, I think. I liked it because he is like the sort of intellectual filmmaker, just slightly advanced from the pack, but not far enough.

AB – David Lynch?

PG – Yes, but I do feel that he started to make the same film over and over again.

VF – He hasn’t been making so many films.

PG – He is designing restaurants now. He is a painter originally, he returns to painting, I think.

VF – Andrei Tarkovsky?

PG – To be honest, I’m not a great fan of Tarkovsky. I find him quite boring. You sit around waiting and waiting and waiting for a magic moment, and you have to wait around for two hours! He was supported because he was a dissident, not because he was a good filmmaker.

VF – What about Mirror (1975)? That’s an entirely non-narrative movie!

PG – I would forgive him for playing with narrative if he wasn’t so boring!

VF – Let’s talk about Britain. What does it have to offer us now?

PG – I always thought Carol Reed’s The Third Man (1949) was a brilliant film.

VF – But what about the more recent stuff?

PG – I have to let you into a secret: I would rather go to a painting exhibition or read a book than go to a cinema. I think it’s a medium for children, I cannot believe in the ‘suspension of disbelief’.

VF – How was the relationship with Derek Jarman?

PG – There was a big love-hate relationship: we were always after the same money and you cannot cut the cake in so many different ways. Sally Porter was there at the time but I think the situation, because a lot of us were funded initially by Channel 4 and by the BFI, there wasn’t much money – but they were very supportive. We were all there at the same time but the BFI was often run very politically. Everybody who was a good Marxist socialist got the money. Then if you suddenly became a good fella, straight away: all the feminists got the money.

VF – Do you think François Truffaut was right when he said that there is an “incompatibility between British and cinema”?

PG – I think so, but he acknowledged British television, I think, or somebody else did. England is good with words but not with images; most of the early English painters were all foreigners, imported: people like Van Dyke, Rubens, etc. The first English painter is a man called [William] Hogarth but he was a caricaturist. I bet you couldn’t name three or four English painters who have been transported around the world. You have to wait until Napoleonic times: Turner was an extraordinary painter, perhaps not as powerful as John Constable, in the beginnings of Impressionism. You are going to have to work this one out: the biggest British painter recently dead would be Francis Bacon.

AB – Could you tell us about your next projects?

PG – As I said, if I listen to the statistics, I only have four more years to live so I want to get moving. I want to finish this Lucca Mortis with Morgan Freeman as soon as all the [coronavirus] masks get taken off, and I want to finish this film about Brancusi. But I also have a film about Oskar Kokoschka, an Austrian expressionist. There’s an extraordinary story about him: he fell in love with Alma Mahler, a famous Austrian composer. She was an extraordinary femme fatale and the founder of Bauhaus, Walter Gropius, was fascinated by her.

AB – Interesting subject: the sound, the painting, the operatic drama.

PG – Music is represented by Mahler, painting is represented by Oskar Kokoschka, the Bauhaus guy is the architect and ultimately he was fucked by a famous American writer. She was a sort of a muse to a whole series of people across the board. Oskar Kokoschka fell madly and carnally in love with her: they had an affair, she became pregnant and she aborted the child. He went to the abortion clinic, collected all the bloodied rags and kept them in his raincoat pocket for the rest of his life. But that wasn’t enough: he wanted to re-establish the relationship but she refused. So, he got Alma Mahler’s dresskeeper – this should fascinate you – a dress designer, to make a model of Alma Mahler, with all the right fuckable holes. She made this mannequin and Oskar Kokoschka lived with it for about two or three years: he painted it, and painted it, and painted it. Many paintings resulted from it. Of course, he had a sex life with it. Kokoschka happily has the initials OK and so I’ve called the film The OK Doll.

AB – And there is a fashion thread underlying it perhaps?

PG – Well, he’s Austrian. The big towns… the fascinating towns of Prague, Vienna, Stuttgart, all Austrian-architecturally designed. You know, the Succession building in Vienna, all the Klimt and Schiele atmosphere, very exciting to reproduce.

AB – What happened with the “model”?

PG – He lived with this model for a couple of years. First of all, he was so disappointed because Alma Mahler wouldn’t cohabit with him anymore that he went off to the German side to join WW1, and he got shot twice: once in the temple, which made him a bit crazy, and the other in the rib cage, where Jesus Christ was hit.

VF – Could you tell us about any future projects?

PG – I am supposed to be making a Welsh ghost story, a favourite piece of Wales, where I come from originally. I am supposed to be doing a Japanese ghost story. We have this da Vinci film to do. Oh, I have so many films to do.

VF – You’d better hurry up!

PG – I know! It takes a human gestation period, nine months, to make a film. If I’m very quick, I don’t know whether I’ll get through it all – but I don’t want to fall into the trap of the Portuguese filmmaker, making the same film 10 times in the past 10 years. Maybe it made him very happy, maybe he enjoyed being a filmmaker rather than making films.

VF – If you were young and beginning to make films now…

PG – I wouldn’t bother, cinema is dead! I would concentrate on my first ambition, which was to be a painter. Painting is far more important: it is the very first human activity we ever did. Cave painting 45,000 years ago in the south of France. We’ve only had cinema since 1895: that’s a drop in the ocean. And cinema is already dead and buried in a sense. It’s already moved on, passed on.

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Telling a different story, French style!

There’s French blood and spirit in the films of Peter Greenaway. In the Brexit era of national rhetoric, of to-do-it-ourselves mentality, and of pumping our chest draped in the colours of the Union Jack, that ironically are the colours of the French Tricolour, this is a seditious statement. That a leading auteur of British cinema has been or is influenced by a French filmmaker is a controversial yet not unfounded suggestion.

In a June 2004 interview with The Telegraph’s John Whitley, Peter Greenaway said of Alain Resnais’ Last Year at Marienbad (1961; pictured below), “It showed me the way… Every film I make is not a direct homage by me to that film but is my attempt to remake it”. So, is there a tangible connection between the British helmer and the late French filmmaker? Greenaway’s acknowledges that not every film is a direct homage. Therefore, the connection between Resnais and Greenaway must embrace distinction as much as similarity. The French filmmaker passed away in 2014.

Speaking about Last Year at Marienbad, Greenaway said, “Even though its origins are in a script by [the novelist] Alain Robbe-Grillet, it’s still far removed from the sort of anecdotal storytelling that makes up 99.9 percent of all cinema. It’s deeply intelligent in the way it organises the picture space, it is satisfying on the intellectual and emotional level, it is superb to look at and it’s always offering me something new, something different”.

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Say no to narrative

Greenaway casts the impression of an unorthodox and subversive auteur, who has made the arthouse his niche. He has little to no interest in pandering to convention, and to cinema as a narrative art. Trained as a muralist, it’s no surprise that there is an artistic sensibility to his films, in which the aesthetic of image and sound is deliberately organised. Greenaway presents us with stories, but his films are an artistic form or object, not solely a narrative one.

Think about the lush music of his debut feature The Draughtman’s Contract (1982; pictured at the top of this article) – the music becomes your eyes and allows you to see the images that are influenced by art and painting. Then think about the framing of the sequences in The Cook, The Thief, his Wife and her Lover (1989; pictured at the bottom), that again recall painting, a form that relies on image to express the themes and ideas, not text. The dinner table of the thief played by Michael Gambon, his mother and cronies is a vile reimagining of The Last Supper, and the scenes of the wife (Helen Mirren) and her lover (Alan Howard) are framed as though a painting on the canvas. And the director enjoys the cameras flexibility to reposition, expand or shrink the image, with the application of music to communicate the emotion, embracing style similarly to Resnais’ film that does not conceal the presence of the films author.

While the monochrome image of Last Year at Marienbad feels isolated to the colour of these two films, its imagery more filmic, there are similarities. The camera pan in place of the cut to transition between rooms or spaces, the corridor to the toilets, and entering and exiting the dining space in The Cook, the Thief, his Wife and her Lover, recalls the pans down the corridors of the baroque hotel. And the pan up and down the table during a dinner scene in The Draughtman’s Contract recalls the opening pan of Resnais’ characters. Both filmmakers transpose the abruptness of the edit with a fluidity of graceful movement.

All three films have anecdotal titles, and none fully liberate themselves from anecdotal storytelling. The Cook, the Thief, his Wife and her Lover does not reduce an adulterous meeting, the subsequent affair, and the fatal fallout into a series of anecdotes. Although, the rendezvous between wife and lover could be seen as anecdotal, episodes of the story that are essential to the arc Greenaway is constructing. In The Draughtman’s Contract, Mr. Neville (Anthony Higgins), an artist is commissioned by the wife to produce a series of drawings of her absent husband’s rural estate – their contract includes rendezvous for his pleasure. Any such episodic interruptions are also sparse here, although some of the intimate rendezvous and encounters with other characters form anecdotal episodes.

Last Year at Marienbad with its flashbacks and interactions between characters past and present is anecdotal, and so Greenaway’s reading of the film and how it influences his work should be seen in the context of applying and furthering that which he has perceived. The Draughtman’s Contract is closer to Resnais’ film, although The Cook, the Thief, his Wife and her Lover is less so, furthering the characteristics he admired.

There are also differences between Greenaway and Resnais. While there is more of a clarity to the events of The Draughtman’s Contract, similarly to Last Year at Marienbad there is a conflict over narrative. In Resnais’ film the couple disagree over their rendezvous the year before, whether they slept together and agreed to meet one year on. In Greenaway’s film Neville is accused of the murder of Mr Herbert, although it is insinuated that Mrs Herbert and an ensemble of characters are in fact implicit in his demise. A loose reimagining of Resnais’ film, The Cook, the Thief, his Wife & her Lover lacks ambiguity. It’s a drama with a tight three act structure with a clearcut conclusion. An interaction between the sexes however forges a connection with Last Year at Marienbad, although while we see the sexual liaison unfold between wife and lover in Greenaway’s film, it’s unclear whether any sexual interaction transpired between the stranger and the woman in Resnais’ story.

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A little bit of film history repeating?

If Greenaway’s films are unconventional, wilfully repetitive and disorientating, to what extent is this attributable to Last Year at Marienbad? The approach to anecdotal storytelling goes part way to suggesting that Resnais has been a significant influence, as does the repetitiveness of both The Draughtman’s Contract and The Cook, the Thief, his Wife & her Lover. Mr Neville’s daily routine of drawing the house from chosen vantage points, to his contractually agreed sexual rendezvous, and the recurring dining scenes at the restaurant and sexual rendezvous between the wife and her lover, mirrors the repetition of scenes and dialogue in Resnais’ film. Repetition as an anti-cinematic and anti-dramatic approach enables Greenaway’s filmmaking. while he may have reasonably come to express it autonomously, seeing as he’s attempting to remake Resnais’ film, it would be a strange case of coincidence.

By its nature, Last Year at Marienbad is a disorientating film that leaves us with a cryptic puzzle, but the disorientation of Greenaway’s cinema is not necessarily an abstract replica. If Resnais’ film functions on a dream logic, conveying a dreamy and otherworldliness sense of feeling, then we can compare it to the ethereal feel of the spatial in The Cook, the Thief, his Wife & her Lover. The fluidity of the camera and the suspicious amount of time the wife spends away from the dining hall suggests to us that their time is out of synch with our reality. Greenaway never asserts whether either are played out in an alternative reality, but The Draughtman’s Contract echoes the dream of Last Year at Marienbad, not fully descending into nightmare, while The Cook, the Thief, his Wife & her Lover leans towards the darker form of a nightmare. Again, the ethereal sense of feeling of The Cook, the Thief is suggestive of Resnais’ influence, especially when we consider or contextualise The Draughtman’s Contract as a bridge between the two other films. It however raises the question that has become prominent, of how we separate autonomy and influence.

Sex and death, the beginning and the end

Peter Greenaway, one of British cinema’s greatest outsiders, is defined by his affinity for the Baroque masters Caravaggio, Rubens, Rembrandt and Velazquez, whom he deems the “first four film directors”. Naturally, their influence on Greenaway’s work is sumptuously visual; his films are galleries in motion, staged with exquisite symmetry. But despite the grandeur of his images, Greenaway’s films always return to the earthiest of subjects: the connection of sex and death.

The most obvious link between sex and death is one of narrative; sex causes beginning and death causes end – they bookend the universal experience. But the relationship between sex and death can also enter the depths of taboo, sometimes to the extremes of debased carnality. In every case, Greenaway’s films are about sex and death rather than a mere showcase of them, and they go against the grain of what he dubs a “deodorising, romanticising, and sentimentalising attitude towards sex and death” found in Hollywood fare. Viewers are made to feel both the visceral consequences of sex and violence and how human psychology and physicality can flitter between them. Everything outside of sex and death, Greenaway believes, is “ephemeral”.

This notion is seen throughout his work. Between the pillars of sex and death we see a medley of passing emotions and actions – pride, deception, jealousy, rage – and all of them are linked to the narrative of sex and death. An early example is found in The Draughtsman’s Contract (1982, last picture on this article), a quasi-murder mystery set in an English manor house during the late 17th century.

The titular draughtsman is Mr. Neville (Anthony Higgins), a cocksure young artist who’s commissioned by Mrs. Herbert to create twelve drawings of the estate while her obnoxious husband is away, allowing them to indulge the contract’s salacious clause regarding sexual favours. However, when Mrs. Herbert’s husband is found dead in the grounds, it transpires that she and her daughter have framed Mr. Neville. They humoured his arrogance and libido by

beguiling him with easy sexuality, earning Neville a roguish reputation among the extended family of the estate and making him easy to frame, which they do. Neville’s resulting summary execution concludes the death of Mr. Herbert, whose estate is transferred to his widow and daughter. This is sex and death as strategy and connivance in the 17th century culture of wealth, inheritance and legacy. And it’s all rather cold and calculated.

Peter Greenaway’s 1989 The Cook, the Thief, his Wife and Her Lover (1989; pictured at the top of the article) offers a surrealist, neo-Baroque vision of lust, masculinity and jealous sadism. Much like Mrs. Herbert, the wife Georgina (Helen Mirren), abhors her husband Albert (Michael Gambon). The thief is a repulsive gangster who parades her during nightly feasts at La Hollandais, his new restaurant. Albert holds court with Georgina and his goons, ranting, raving and even physically attacking his patrons. As he crashes through the restaurant like a human wrecking ball, Albert’s bullying reveals him to be obsessed with sexual prowess and virility. For instance, he tells his meek entourage to keep their trousers zipped because Georgina doesn’t want to see their “shriveled contributions”. He even mocks Georgina’s lack of maternity: “you’ve never had to use your tits”. Also, in an attempt to make a man of the young goon Mitchel (Tim Roth), Albert teaches him that mussels will make him “virile… they put hairs on your bollocks”.

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Spicing up death

Disgusted by her husband’s boorish manner, she forms a lustful attraction to the lover Michael, an urbane gentleman in the restaurant’s corner. Soon, the attraction becomes an affair in the stark, whitewashed bathroom. They use sex as escapism, she from the thief’s uncouth savagery, and he from his bookish intellectualism – but it is a reckless act. Fear hangs in the air. Their indulgence leads them on an inexorable path to death, because when the thief discovers his cuckoldry, vengeance is delivered cruelly and fatally. The lover’s death does not go unavenged, though. Prostrate with grief, Georgina persuades the cook Richard to cook her lover’s body, which is served to Albert at gunpoint in a Jacobean act of revenge. She makes a mockery of Albert’s obsession with sexual power, telling him to “try the cock… it’s a delicacy, and you know here it’s been”. As he sinks his teeth into the lover’s flesh, Georgina puts a bullet through his brain, punishing him for his final act of consumption.

This horrific denouement confirms The Cook, The Thief as a revenge tragedy loaded with the entwining instincts of sex, violence and death. We see the visceral cause and effect of these instincts, how lustful sex is punished with deathly violence, begetting the wife’s final act of vengeance that is satisfying as it is macabre and morally dubious.

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Composition and decomposition

Although The Draughtsman’s Contract and The Cook, The Thief, his Wife and Her Lover brim with the idiosyncrasy, style and themes for which Greenaway is best known, it is A Zed and Two Noughts (1985; pictured above) that is the quintessential example of his work. That is because Greenaway values image over narrative, and A Zed and Two Noughts is perhaps his most visual and metaphorical film. The static camera compositions border on exhibit and installation.

The story – a meditation on the randomness of birth, death and decay – concerns Oliver and Oswald, twin zoologists whose pregnant wives are killed in a car crash involving a large swan. Wracked with pain and loss, the characters attempt to rationalise the terrible accident through the prism of evolutionary biology.

Oswald creates obsessive time-lapse videos of decaying animals, while Oliver forges a strange bond with snails – “I like snails because they’re a primitive form of life and they help the world decay… and they’re hermaphrodite and can satisfy their own sexual needs”.

The pair also become wrapped up with Alba Bewick, the lady who was driving during the accident, losing her legs and a pregnancy of her own in the process. They blame her for the crash yet become sexually involved with her, forming a morbid love triangle in which the brothers can’t tell the difference between pleasure and grief.

An example of their jumbled prejudice occurs when Oliver learns of Alba’s abortion of an earlier pregnancy, leading him to accuse her of purposefully crashing the car to induce miscarriage. It is here that – despite the brothers’ scientific discipline – a biblical bent is revealed in their attempt to understand their wives’ death. Earlier in the film Oswald bites an apple and puts it under a spotlight, recording its decay. Later, we see this footage of the rotting apple as Oswald talks of decay beginning ‘near the womb’, drawing a parallel to the scene in which Oliver places an apple in Alba’s lap as she lays broken in a hospital bed. This absurd allegation – that Alba has intentionally destroyed the fruit of her womb – is derived from one of humanity’s oldest tales of sex and death: Eve’s seduction of Adam, bringing sex and mortality into the world.3

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Little and big death

This biblical reference is an obvious reminder that the subject of sex and death’s connection does not begin with Peter Greenaway. For example, the old French expression “la petite mort”, meaning “the little death”, likens the sensation of post-orgasm to death. Orgasm, like death, is an escape from the stressors and banalities of life. One may pursue orgasm in order to achieve dissociation, to disconnect from their thoughts, memories and surroundings. Those tying a noose or raiding their medicine cabinet will have similar aims, for death is the permanent realisation of this. The act of autoerotic asphyxiation is for the compromisers; until la petite mort is fatally prolonged, that is.

An obscene act, some may say, but positively chaste in the dark world of the Marquis de Sade, the infamous 18th century French aristocrat whose writings on sex, violence and death would cause German psychologist Richard von Krafft-Ebing to coin the term “sadism”, in reference to the nobleman’s surname. Marquis de Sade turned sex on its head; instead of affection, sensitivity and even the quaint notion of love, his sexual behaviour was powered by cruelty, selfishness and violence, traits that he loaded into his writing.

Perhaps the most revealing insight into Sade’s sex addled brain is his 1785 novel 120 Days of Sodom, which he deemed “the most impure tale ever written”. The premise concerns four affluent male libertines who conspire to achieve peak sexual gratification by keeping 36 teenagers, both male and female, in a Black Forest castle. As the title suggests, the victims are subjected to 120 days of exploitation, beginning with sexual abuse and torture that advances in sickening increments towards their slaughter. There is no clearer and more disturbing link between sex and death: libido can only be sated by murder. Pier Paolo Pasolini famously adapted Sade’s magnum opus into the film Salo, or 120 Days of Sodom (1975), set during the fascist era.

This grossly exploitative relationship between sex and death has manifested in contemporary works of fiction, with American Psycho (Mary Harron, 2000), the postmodern satire of greed and materialism, being a potent example. Patrick Bateman, its narrator, is a wealthy investment banker whose dedication to status and appearance has rendered him empty vessel of hate and prejudice. For Bateman, sex and death allow him to escape his vacuous reality in the most barbaric ways imaginable. Much like for the aristocrats in 120 Days of Sodom, death is the logical conclusion of exploitative sexual practices: he eviscerates the bodies of young women in a psychotic attempt to break the conditioning of his surface world.

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Pleasure or pain?

It is impossible to ascertain whether relationship between sex and death is pleasurable or painful. Greenaway has said, “audiences love my films or they hate them–and the vehemence with which they hate them knows no bounds”.

Film professor Douglas Keesey derided The Cook, The Thief as a “putrid, pointless and pretentious piece of filth”, while film critic Gene Siskel named it a ‘bold, strident, purposefully aggressive film’. Then consider the legacy of Marquis de Sade, some regarding him a great writer and philosopher, others the personification of evil. It is not uncommon for a transgressive subject like sex and death to provoke such strong reactions.

There will be those who are compelled and those who are merely offended – and it is often knee-jerk reactions of disgust that are the loudest. “Pleasurable” might not be the best word to describe the feelings of those compelled by the relationship between sex and death and its depictions. Pleasurable in so far as they are intellectually stimulated, perhaps, but not pleasurable in the common sense of the word, that the link between sex and death is somehow enjoyable. What a pain!

P is for painting, P is for puzzle; P is for Peter Greenaway

Known for his provocative statements, Peter Greenaway has repeatedly said that painting is the superior artform, most people are visually illiterate, cinema died in 1983 with the invention of the remote control and that “no student is allowed to pick up a camera until they’ve studied for three years.” He speaks from personal experience, having studied at art school for three years himself before segueing into film, combining his love of painting with time spent cutting movies for the UK Government’s Central Office of Information. He was disappointed that paintings did not have soundtracks. “So maybe what I make is not cinema, but paintings with soundtracks.”

Railing against what he calls the “Casablanca Syndrome” — the often studio-mandated requirement for all films to begin as text rather than image — Greenaway is a fierce advocate for non-narrative storytelling that prioritises the image above all else. Believing that we could’ve had a cinema of painters instead of writers, his own films have stretched the boundaries of what the form can and should do.

Much has been made of his use of painting as a means of artistic expression; taking the work of masters such as Vermeer, Rembrandt and Caravaggio and translating them into cinematic forms. Bringing painting to the film medium in a way beyond that of any other filmmaker, Greenaway uses the static image, the chiaroscuro, the use of artificial light, innumerable nudes, the excessively mannered tableau, the slow pan and the dense frame in order to expand the possibilities of cinematic language.

The writing is not on the wall

But the influence of painting is not used merely to make one marvel. It is also used as a way to obscure meaning while hiding it in plain sight. After all, a painting on its own is not a narrative object. Rather it is something one applies a narrative to. Like the heroes of The Draughtsman’s Contract (1982) and Nightwatching (2007; pictured below), we must study the frame for clues; for objects and gestures that hint at something larger, ostensibly taking place outside the painting itself.

Greenaway’s films are often as much about what you don’t see as what you do. A Zed and Two Noughts (1985) tells us that you never see a female leg in a Vermeer. Meanwhile, The Belly of an Architect (1987) reminds us that Rome’s glory on the world stage is due to it being in ruins rather than immaculately maintained. Likewise, as we learn The Draughtsman’s Contract: “A painter cannot be too intelligent. He must always be blind to certain events.” In this respect, his movies are immensely self-reflexive, positing the idea that even he, an audiovisual painter, cannot explain the meaning of his work. Communing with the masters of old, they are the beginning of a never-ending dialogue rather than its end-point.

Connecting the puzzle pieces

A great example of this delightful puzzle-making can be found in his first feature film, the dazzling, maddeningly Borgesian The Falls (1980). Following on nicely from the mockumentary style of early shorts such as Vertical Features Remake (1978) and Dear Phone (1976), it tells a BBC-parodying tale of 92 people whose name start with Fall struck by the VUE, otherwise known as the “Vertical Unknown Event”. Across many of these 92, often-contrasting, tales, characters lay out their theories behind why people were suddenly transformed into bird-like creatures. One analysis stands out. The Italian Coppice Fallbatteo believes the secret lies in the Brera Madonna by Piero della Francesca; specifically, the ostrich egg at the centre, an emblem of Mother Mary’s fertility and a promise of immortality. Situated within an arch, a symbolic and physical threshold between our lives and that of saints, its placement apparently holds the key to that strange film’s multiplicity of contrasting meanings.

Classical paintings such as the Brera Madonna, unlike conventional Hollywood, require active viewers. One cannot sit back and expect to understand everything at a glance. Paintings such as Rembrandt’s The Night Watch, Vermeer’s Girl with a Pearl Earring and Da Vinci’s The Last Supper contain innumerable clues, still puzzling art historians until this day. We must keep looking. Again and again and again.

Greenaway gives us the clues to read his work within his own filmmaking. Nightwatching, a visually ravishing update of The Draughtsman’s Contract, which feels like an epic summation of all Greenaway’s work, gives us a template to try and pick up on his endless behaviours, symbols and gestures. Starring Martin Freeman as the petulant painter Rembrandt, it tells the creation story of The Night Watch, which Greenaway believes hides a murder in plain sight, subverting his prestigious commission for Captain Frans Bannick Cocq’s militia through the use of subtle allegory. Complemented by the documentary Rembrandt’s J’Accuse…! (2008), it implores viewers to become culturally literate, active participants. But much like what happened to the Dutch painter himself, Greenaway’s dense, accusative, morally complex work, has made him a cinematic outsider, especially from the UK, where he has never been praised in the same glowing terms as his social realist contemporaries Mike Leigh and Ken Loach.

Look the other way

Perhaps for an alternate vision into what Greenaway’s career could have looked like, look no further than The Cook, the Thief, his Wife & her Lover (1989; pictured at the top), starring Michael Gambon and Helen Mirren in career-defining roles. While containing many of the same Baroque flourishes littered throughout his work, its clear message of good versus evil, as well savage criticism of 1980s Thatcherite ethics, gave him his first (and last) real crossover success. Taking place almost entirely within Le Hollandais, a Parisian-style London restaurant, the deep, thick, garish reds of the restaurant — owned by Gambon’s monstrous gangster — is contrasted with a large-scale print of Frans Hals’ The Banquet of the Officers of the St George Militia Company in 1616 hung across the wall. A noble schuttersstuk (group militia portrait), it portrays relaxed men, crammed together at a table, all bearing similar facial expressions while being subtly organised by rank. Unlike The Night Watch, this painting is relatively straightforward, used to ironically juxtapose against the horrors unfolding below.

It’s a simple, clear and evocative juxtaposition, one from which meaning can be gleaned straightaway, helping The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover — telling a devastating story of infidelity, love, jealousy and revenge — draw its immense emotional power. What to make of the puzzling fact that his best film has the strongest narrative drive, with a clear beginning, middle and end lending it an emotional heart absent from his other works? It was by far his biggest success, and with the goodwill lent to him, perhaps he could’ve bridged the arthouse and the mainstream in a way we see today with Yorgos Lanthimos — who copied many of the mannerisms of The Draughtsman’s Contract with The Favourite (2018). But Greenaway burrowed further into esotericism and obsession, innovating with multi-layered frames in Prospero’s Books (1991) and The Pillow Book (1996; pictured below) before embarking on the dense, multimedia work of The Tulse Luper Suitcases (2003-04), which encompassed an online game, 92 CD-ROMs, four feature films and a 16-episode TV series.

Post The Cook, the Thief, His Wife and Her Lover, his images are not merely connected with story; they overwhelm and consume all sense of narrative. The eponymous library in Prospero’s Books is one place created with remarkable density: a huge renaissance-style recreation caught in an epic opening pan reminiscent of a large-scale painting. And like Prospero’s vast library, Greenaway’s work is best watched (and re-watched) with that cinema-killing remote control close by, in order to pause and reflect upon each densely populated frame.

Beyond the silver screen

Through his lectures and numerous art installations, he postulates ways of imagining film without a frame, wanting to liberate cinema from its so-called “nocturnal environment” and bring it out into another, perhaps more artistically valuable, dimension. Now, with the rise of digital techniques — the sophistication of which is marked quite significantly by the technological improvements between the use of super-imposed images in A TV Dante (1991) and Goltzius and The Pelican Company (2012) — we see the huge potential for cinema to keep on innovating.

Aided by the coronavirus crisis, the dominance of the traditional two-hour feature “symphony” is waning, making creatives across the world search for new forms of expression — from Zoom-only shorts, to screen-life features, to films shot entirely through social media apps. One can see today the ways in which Peter Greenaway’s predictions are slowly coming true. The image is definitely evolving, just not in the painting-influenced way he hoped for.

Peter Greenaway knows your number

If ever anyone were to make a film about the Dewey Decimal System, it would be Peter Greenaway. He is obsessed with ways and means to classify the world in which he finds himself, systems to organise and make sense of that peculiar world, people’s relationship networks with one another and their movement and actions within that world and those networks.

The first time I came across Peter Greenaway was on the theatrical release in Hammersmith of his three hours plus epic The Falls (1980), made in between his early, self-financed short films of the 1960s and 1970s and his first, more conventional in length feature The Draughtsman’s Contract (1982). The Falls takes its name from entries in the section of a directory beginning with the letters F A L L e.g. Orchard Falla, Constance Ortuist Fallaburr, Melorder Fallaburr. The directory chronicles survivors of a Violent Unknown Event, VUE for short. The VUE is never explained, but its effects are documented. It gives rise to more categories, for instance dividing people into four sexes (female man, male man, female woman, male woman), causing them to speak in various languages specific to the VUE and, in specific cases, separating them into three categories of dreaming.

The directory uses a set of 10 photographs in order to provide pseudonymous identities for those subjects who wish to keep their biographies secret. There are 92 entries in all (just as there were 92 maps in A Walk Through H (1978) and will be 92 suitcases, 92 characters and 92 Objects That Represent The World in The Tulse Luper Suitcases trilogy, 2003-4 and assorted accompanying films and multimedia projects). The Falls is probably the closest anyone has ever come to filming a compendium or a dictionary. If you want to see a film of a library, look no further than Greenaway’s later Prospero’s Books (1991).

Clues as to the nature of this obsession with lists, cataloguing and categories can be found in the titles of many of Greenaway’s films. H Is For House (1973) links the alphabet and architecture. Dear Phone (1976) combines the first word of a written letter with a device for speaking to another person in real time. A Walk Through H suggests a journey intersecting with a letter of the alphabet. The Draughtsman’s Contract links the profession of drawing with a legal artefact. A Zed And Two Noughts (1985) invokes the alphabet and the combining of letters into words. The Belly Of An Architect (1987) imposes a body part used for food consumption on a profession which conceives and produces buildings. Drowning By Numbers (1988) constructs a numerical grid upon a fatal action. The Cook, The Thief, His Wife And Her Lover (1989) lists serial characters in an ordered, rhythmic manner.

A TV Dante (1989) frames the Italian poet within the small screen. Prospero’s Books explores a Shakespearian character via pages bound into volumes. The Tulse Luper Suitcases juxtaposes a name with a receptacle used to pack clothing and other personal items for travelling. Eisenstein In Guanajuato (2015) and the upcoming Eisenstein In Hollywood place a famous name in a geographical location.

System within the system

Behind the titles, within the films themselves, there are a lot more classificatory systems. Windows (1974) sprang from reports of political prisoners in apartheid South Africa “falling out of windows” which sounds like voluntary acts when that clearly wasn’t the reality behind such descriptions. Here there are two defining grids: one, a series of windows (in an 18th century English country house Greenaway knew intimately) and two, several lists grouping together the types of people who had fallen out of them. One window had children looking through it, another frames a seamstress in the garden beyond, but most are simply static shots of windows. The lists of fallings however are littered with other verbal categories – age (child or adult), seasons (Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter) and motivation (did they jump or were they pushed?). Of course, there’s only so much you can do in four minutes.

The films got longer, with A Walk Through H and Vertical Features Remake (both 1978) clocking in at over 40 minutes before The Falls’ breached three hours. After that, Greenaway’s features average at about two hours although his Tulse Luper trilogy is basically three times two hours back to back, so six hours, with a fourth film as a two hour condensed version. The films have grown in complexity as Greenaway has learned to handle more complex information classification systems within (and occasionally even outside) the form.

His half hour Thames TV documentary Act Of God – Lightning Survivors (1980) demonstrates his whimsy in choice of category. What other documentarian would categorise lightning strikes by such seemingly random criteria as: time of day, which day of which month, your height or whether you were holding anything?

The Draughtsman’s Contract represents his first real attempt at narrative storytelling with actors. He uses grids, drawing, architecture and garden design as storytelling devices, with legal ideas thrown in for good measure. The Belly Of An Architect has architecture, exhibitions and the protagonist photocopying his stomach.

The Cook, The Thief, His Wife And Her Lover inaugurates a whole set of visual indices via its production design with vast open plan warehouse style sets – a car park, a restaurant kitchen (green), dining area (red) and mixed toilets area (white). It makes great use of characters processing from one vast set to another which can be seen as a visual, almost subliminal set of reference points in which Greenaway constructs a variation of his unique vision.

The next game changer in Greenaway’s career is the Channel Four series A TV Dante (Cantos I to VIII) (1989) which originated with the work of painter Tom Phillips based on Dante’s Inferno. Co-directed by Greenaway and Phillips, it effectively liberated him from the constraints of narrative cinema. The Falls never fitted that model anyway. There are further seeds of what Greenaway does here in early short Water Wrackets (1978) which owes much to the natural history documentary format, and A Zed And Two Noughts which makes significant use of David Attenborough documentary film clips.

Playful and whimsical

As you’re watching images accompanying Dante’s verbal text spoken by actors facing the camera as small screen talking heads, Greenaway starts playing with all manner of (then new) video editing technology. Little boxes appear within the screen to serve much the same function as footnotes in the written text of a book. Suddenly a frozen David Attenborough face will turn into video talking about a Leopard shedding light on an aspect of Dante’s verbal text then freeze when it’s said its bit, something with which we’re familiar today from YouTube and its ilk but which was utterly groundbreaking in 1989. A TV Dante employed a whole series of such experts to comment on particular aspects, among them Tom Phillips, classicist David Rudkin and historian Patricia Morison. Elsewhere, within the 4:3 TV frame, images were laid over other images. The screen itself and the editing within the visual frame were becoming another classification system for Greenaway to order, categorise and clarify his images.

His next feature Prospero’s Books, an adaptation of Shakespeare’s The Tempest, combined the vast warehouse sets and the characters progressing through them of The Cook, The Thief with the contemporary video editing technology of A TV Dante to drop sometimes animated images of a series of the books from Prospero’s library into a rectangle screen centre. The effect is extraordinary on a bigger budget than A TV Dante and arguably pushes the boundaries of cinema further than either of the 1989 films.

Yet it’s the innovation of A TV Dante that made possible everything that followed. Greenway has continued to push the envelope in many areas. Coming into the 21st century, The Tulse Luper Suitcases had such devices as slanted angle narrative timelines travelling left to right across the screen while various other elements played out. That project again broke out of the confines of cinema into the multimedia website Tulse Luper Journey (http://www.tulseluperjourney.com)

His Rembrandt biopic Nightwatching (2007; pictured at the top of this article) contains an extraordinary scene of the artist drawing his dying wife only to discover that he has drawn her alive but she has died on him while he was doing so. The classification system has completely failed to deal with one of the most significant events in life, that of a loved one’s death. Goltzius And The Pelican Company (2012) restages six Bible stories as six sexual taboos and has actors speak lines which write themselves on the screen behind them.

Greenaway is still classifying, cataloguing and listing, it seems.

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Conversations with Peter Greenaway: the heart of the matter

Asking Peter Greenaway to adhere to my script was never going to be a simple task. The 78-year-old British has penned every single one of the films of the past five decades, so it’s hardly surprising that he should wander in every direction at his will upon answering the neat questions that I had prepared for him. “Although I’m supposed to be a picturesmith, all my scripts – and I’ve made 60 films – are always my films”, he ascertains emphatically. All of his films are written and spoken in complete, elegant, literary sentences.

Despite his superb writing skills, Greenaway often describes his films as “non-narrative” and after nearly three hours interviewing and chatting with him in a private dining room of Soho House in Amsterdam, I can ascertain that the non-narrativeness extends to the filmmaker himself. Our conversation does not move forward in a linear fashion. He is well aware and jokes about it. “We are hopping from topic to topic like a kangaroo”.

Alex and I traveled to Amsterdam in order to interview the iconic filmmaker (the three of us are pictured just below). I am the founder and editor of DMovies, one of the leading independent film publications in the UK. Alex is the founder and Editor-in-Chief of the nascent film & fashion mag Doesn’t Exist. In addition to working together, we have been good friends for more than 10 years.

Our trip to Amsterdam took place in July 2020, just after the first Covid-19 wave ended, travel restrictions between the UK and the Netherlands had been relaxed and we no longer had to go into self-isolation for two weeks upon our return. The virus of course wasn’t gone and an understandably cautious Peter asked to be alone in the room with us, and the food had to be prepared in advance (so we didn’t have to share the space with other guests and waiters). Peter was far less restrictive about the meal itself. I had asked him days earlier on the telephone about dietary restrictions, to which he swiftly replied: “I eat anything, even human flesh”. Strangely, he skipped the visceral, ensanguined gazpacho starter and tucked into the far more mundane chicken and pasta main, wrapping it all up with a heavenly cheesecake. All washed down with white wine, which he actively requested.

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Beyond film

Peter does not like being described as a filmmaker, preferring the “artist” accolade instead. In the past two decades, he has progressively veered away from the seventh art (which he proclaims to be “dead”) in favour of pastures green: multimedia installations, exhibitions, painting and drawings. In fact, Peter started out as a painter, and he’s still very fond of it: “I think painting is the most important thing that exists on the planet”. He goes further, evoking biblical references: “How can Adam go out into the world as God-commanded and name everything unless there is something to name? So in the beginning was the image. And I think it stands for all of our culture.“ Peter Greenaway’s movies are as close as you will ever get to a motion painting, complete with music, dialogues, textures and smells. A hybrid blend of Brecht and cubism: viewers are alienated, while the narrative is broken down into asymmetrical yet digestible bite-size pieces.

Peter attended art school in London in the swinging 1960s, with the likes of Keith Richards and Ian Drury. None of the people he studied with became painters, but instead fashion designers, filmmakers and such. Peter eventually dropped the brush and the pencil in favour of the movie camera as his weapon of choice. He worked for the Central Office of Information creating short films for the British government. He describes the organisation as “Russian politburo” that created “propaganda”. He talks about a movie assignment about malaria and another one about milk. He confesses that he was a keen Marxist back then, and cut all materials for the Socialist Party. He then notes “I am not as politically active now as I was then”.

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A European love affair

Amsterdam has been home to the British director for 26 years. One year for each letter of the alphabet. He’s married to the Dutch multimedia artist Saskia Boddeke. He has Dutch children, including a daughter who wants to become the editor of American Vogue. His relation with the Netherlands (a country he prefers to call “Holland”) started in his early years as a painter, perhaps because he didn’t think very highly of English painters (“I bet you couldn’t name three or four English painters who have been transported around the world”). His first feature film The Draughtsman’s Contract was made in 1982 (he does not consider his earlier mockumentary The Falls, from 1980, to be a feature film), and it already included references to the Netherlands, with Dutch shortly spoken in one of the dialogues. This film changed his life because it attracted the attention of his lifelong producer Kees Kasander, who of course happens to be Dutch. “He said that he would look after my career, provided that I didn’t go to Hollywood”. I can’t picture Greenaway living the glitzy life on a Californian hill. He looks far more comfortable in the Dutch capital, brimming with historical painters, designers and philosophers.

His relationship with Britishness is a tricky one. Despite being born in Newport, in Southern Wales, Peter often describes himself as English. All of his films are spoken in English and I’m not entirely sure of his fluency in Dutch. He explains it: “England has always regarded itself as a literary nation. Shakespeare virtually created the English language. Most of the time I speak, without even knowing it, I’m quoting Shakespeare”. And he hates Brexit: “It was a terrible, terrible mistake. I got children. They are universal, they are Europeans. A couple of years ago I decided to stay European, so I got my Dutch passport. Even if the UK disappears, I’ll still be a European”.

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Playing with language

An auteur. A provocateur. A titillator. A taboo-breaker. There are many ways of describing Peter Greenaway. I think he’s comfortable with any of these badges, and many others. He likes playing. Narrative play, visual play, numeric play, sexual play. He also enjoys toying with language: wordplay. Pillow Book is all about Japanese characters printed on the human body (particularly on Ewan MacGregor’s character Jerome), in every private nook and cranny. In Goltzius and the Pelican Company he ascertains: “God is dog spelled backwards”. He is fascinated by foreign words with multiple connotations. He asks me: “do you realise that the French don’t distinguish between heaven and sky, they just call it ‘ciel’?”. He then challenges me, aware of my Brazilian origins: “Do you have such an example in Portuguese?”. I reply: “we don’t distinguish between fingers and toes. In Brazil, we all have 20 fingers”. He seems genuinely interested in my answer.

Peter is neither waspish nor unpleasant, but instead passionate and affecting. His tone is never retaliatory. His rhetoric is indeed spiced with both recognisable and obscure citations, and the outcome can be a little elliptical and esoteric, even if you are very familiar with his work. Check out the long version of the interview on the print edition of Doesn’t Exist for more juicy bits.

There is no regular flow to our conversation, but instead a complex patchwork of painting, film, fashion and music references. Peter passionately navigates from one topic to the next without telling a story, without closure. From Vivianne Westwood to Stendhal Syndrome and Calvinism, often in the same sentence. He often interrupts me before the question is finished and veers in a completely different direction, without being rude and dismissive. His enthusiasm is such that he loves repeating words: “My sense of identification with the UK is getting less, and less, and less”, “the Greek were concerned about death years and years and years ago” and his favourite “Etc, etc, etc”. Peter isn’t being vague. It’s just that he’s just heaving with knowledge and ideas of his own. My head spins vertiginously intoxicated by the abundance of intertext and the wealth of references.

Being non-narrative does not mean being disjointed. Peter’s films are structured upon various systems, both numerical and alphabetical. Peter is entertaining, and his commentary punctuated with sharp and witty remarks, provocative banter and very peculiar anecdotes. He too seemed to enjoy the time he spent with us, often asking questions and sharing his very provocative views on various topics without reservations about the menacing recording devices in front of him.

Engaging with Peter is a visual experience, just like his movies. He is hypnotic to watch: his gaze firm and magnetic, his attire elegant, his body language subtle yet unambiguous. He dons a black striped suit, which he has worn for many other interviews in the past (“look at me, dressed like a Chicago Gangster!). He refuses to say where he got it from. At times, he gesticulates with his hands in good ol’ Italian style. How un-British!

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Playing games

Peter has authored 15 feature films plus countless documentaries and short movies. He has also directed a handful of mockumentaries (such as The Falls, from 1978). The line between fiction and truth is increasingly blurred. “I don’t think there’s much difference nowadays between documentary and feature film”, he explains. I often wondered whether this extended to our conversation: did Peter make up some of his answers? Was he pulling my leg when he denied he ever planned a trilogy of Dutch masters (something broadly publicised in the media)?

He enjoys the freedom to change his mind and to toy with reality: “I think that game-playing is a very, very serious occupation”. He thinks that this also applies to journalists: “Creative journalism. I’m sure you’re gonna do it too”. Is he giving me carte blanche to reinterpret and reimagine his manifold myths and anecdotes? He does seem to trust me.

On the other hand, the artist doesn’t like being confronted with his own past remarks. A grumbling Peter rolls his eyes upon being reminded of an old quote about the remote control spelling the death of cinema: “Look, I don’t have to think this now, this is what I thought last week”. I retort: “Absolutely. You are entitled to disagree with yourself. And we’d love to hear that”. He smiles back and finally gives us a long answer blending wallpaper, Hitchcock, and Marilyn Monroe’s knickers.

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Dirty talk

I ask that we talk dirty. Peter is delighted: “If we are going to talk about sex and death nothing else is important. Balzac suggested that money was important, but money hasn’t been around for very long, has it?” Sex and death are prominent topics in every single one of his 15 feature films. Nudity is abundant, particularly male nudity. Sex is highly is pompous and conversational – such as the adulterous protagonists of The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover (1989) or the bizarre love triangle of A Zed and Two Noughts (1985) – and rarely sweaty. This is different from being anti-erotic. Despite the loquaciousness, sex is beautiful and pleasurable in Peter Greenaway’s movies. He is dismissive of the filmmakers who portray the actual coitus: “In [Nicolas Roegs’s] Don’t Look Now (1973), the two characters, about them having real sex, it’s just game play, propaganda to distribute the film”.

Nine years ago Peter told the Guardian that he planned to kill himself when he turned 80. That’s in less than two years from now. So I gently poked him: “You wouldn’t dare to die before Jean-Luc Godard, would you?”. He no longer seems to contemplate suicide but instead wants to allow nature to take its course: “the average age of death even for foreigners in Holland in 84, so if I’m lucky if I have five more years, I’m very conscious of that”. There is a reason why Peter sees little purpose in living past 80: “Did you see the last 10 films of that Portuguese filmmaker who died at 107?”, he asks me, referring to the late Manoel de Oliveira. He carries on: “There are one or two good prints by Picasso he did aged 82, the two most famous paintings by Titian Tiziano he did aged 84. Don’t worry, I have done all the research, I’ve worked it all out. But there are very few works of great significance done by anybody over 80.”

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Random fragments

Our conversation was peppered with random and very entertaining anecdotes of all sorts. He talked about the day he took Vivianne Westwood to the Rijkesmuseum of Amsterdam in order to see Rembrandt’s The Night Watch and she started giggling uncontrollably, and staff – unaware of who the eccentric lady was – asked him to take her out of the room. Or the day David Cronenberg “grilled” him in a bar in Hamburg before he went on to make his very own version of A Zed and Two Noughts (incidentally, Peter Greenaway’s personal favourite film by Peter Greenaway, and also mine), and named it Dead Ringers (which became a much bigger hit, starring Jeremy Irons), in 1988.

Naturally, we also talked about music: “Unfortunately I cannot write music. But I do everything else”, he said. Peter Greenaway and his long time composer Michael Nyman were inseparable for 15 years. Like two human legs. I told him that Drowning by Numbers (1988), Prospero’s Books (1991) or any of his early movies would be an amputee without Nyman’s collaboration, similarly to Andrea Ferreol’s character in A Zed and Two Noughts. Peter is far less fatalistic: “They also said that about Sasha Vierny, Alan Resnais’s cameraman, who also worked with Bunuel. And they said there would be no Peter Greenaway without Vierny. But most marriages end in divorce”. And he is right, having worked successfully with other composers since. The Pillow Book, his first film without Nyman, had a surprising soundtrack blending French experimental music and Buddist chants with Mozart and U2. Peter Greenaway is no one-man man.

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Film & fashion

Then we talked about fashion. At first, Peter was reluctant to answer my question about the role costumes play in his films, and whether these clothes have a life of their own. He kept drifting off-topic, talking about paintings and Rolls Royces instead. Until he finally erupted, referring to his experience with Jean-Paul-Galtier in The Cook, The Thief. He asked the French fashion designer to incorporate a whole series of paintings from the Eighty Years War between Holland and Spain into the movie. “I organised the painting space as a cinema space with the camera man to be a pastiche of a civil war painting”, he explains.

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Acquired taste in film

We also talked about Peter’s surprising taste in film. He’s not a huge fan of some of the most important non-narrative movies ever made. He described Tarkovsky’s Mirror (one of my favourite films of all times, and the one that inspired me to create Dirty Movies) as “extremely boring”. Similarly with Godard’s The Image Book (2018). He believes that these films fail to enrapture viewers: “I certainly believe in the pleasure principle. You have to entertain. The Roman architect Vitruvius said: a very great work of art has to be 50% entertainment and 50% instruction”. He is far more generous about Alain Resnais’s Last Year in Marienbad: “Many people find it to be pompous, wholly intellectual, etc, etc. But that’s the closest a film ever got to non-narrativity in a way”. He is also a fan of far more linear, mainstream cinema: he showers Blade Runner and Gladiator (Ridley Scott, 1982 and 2000) with praise: “Very Hollywood films, but extraordinary, amazing visuals. An amazing imagination”. He laments that his countryman is not counted amongst the greatest directors of all times: “he’s highly respected. but he’s not not up there in the great echelon of filmmakers”.

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Before Peter dies…

Peter shared the details of his various upcoming projects. He’s finishing off his upcoming feature film about the Romanian sculptor and painter Constantin Brancusi, Walking to Paris. He’s also working with Morgan Freeman on his following feature film, Lucca Mortis, about an African-American GI soldier who makes an Italian girl pregnant in the titular Italian city (which is also the birthplace of Puccini). “It’s all about death, but it’s not a zombie movie”, he sums it up. He also intends to do another two movies about Eisenstein, and that’s primarily because he enjoyed working with the Finnish actor Elmer Back in Eisenstein in Guanajuato. There’s also a movie about Austrian expressionist Oskar Kokoschka and his sex doll of Alma Mahler. He intends to call the movie The OK Doll (in reference to the artist’s initials). His upcoming non-filmic endeavours include an opera of his most successful movie, The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover. Sadly Michael Nyman has already turned down his invitation to take part in the project. Peter sounds very forgiving of the English composer: “I can understand him completely”. There are so many projects that he’s guaranteed not to complete them before the age of 80. “It takes a human gestation period, nine months, to make a film. So if I’m very quick, I don’t know whether I’ll get through it all”. We all look forward to seeing the babies Peter is still to father. We hold no prejudice against octogenarian parenthood.

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