A Song of Love

It seems likely that I need to read some (if not all) of Genet's work (plays, novels, poems) to fully appreciate what he is trying achieve here. So my rating might increase with further viewings. At the very least, his depiction (working with Cocteau as cinematographer) of bodies contorting in concrete (jail cells) and abstract space (blackness) is captivating. A violent (in themes but not content) and sensual (in both themes and content) film. The absence of sound lets the visuals speak loudly.