A poem amidst a backdrop of abrasiveness and cold decisive science, Flower of Flesh and Blood spells the significant dislocation of spirit from the body, and the mind's quest to discover the formless within the form at it's most brutal conceptualization. The angry devout devoid of understanding and angry with their sense of being neglected, strikes out against the only thing it can, the flesh.
This is one way to interpret the film, but I'm sure there's much simpler interpretations which are possibly more fitting to the film.
But who's to say? Flower of Flesh and Blood talks of Hell which validates at least part of my interpretation. The dichotomy, and search for a resolution is at the heart of the film. The killer/artist intellectualizes a escape for the spirit by the destruction of the physical form, while making it a pleasurable experience to the victim, or at least in his mind he sees this as a viable alternative to the risks of eternity in hell. He creates the blossoms to express the spirit and allow it favor in Heaven after death.
What then is the collection? A sense of control or a sick sense of bragging over the gift that one has received at the hands of the artist? Would he then think of these collection pieces as one might think of birthday cards? Or a testament? Who's to say? One thing is for certain. The flesh is fragile and watching this movie made me incredibly aware of how I use this body. The fingers, speaking their own semaphore language of hope and expression. This movie might leave you thinking, or it might leave you bewildered, but no matter what it won't leave you quickly.
This is one way to interpret the film, but I'm sure there's much simpler interpretations which are possibly more fitting to the film.
But who's to say? Flower of Flesh and Blood talks of Hell which validates at least part of my interpretation. The dichotomy, and search for a resolution is at the heart of the film. The killer/artist intellectualizes a escape for the spirit by the destruction of the physical form, while making it a pleasurable experience to the victim, or at least in his mind he sees this as a viable alternative to the risks of eternity in hell. He creates the blossoms to express the spirit and allow it favor in Heaven after death.
What then is the collection? A sense of control or a sick sense of bragging over the gift that one has received at the hands of the artist? Would he then think of these collection pieces as one might think of birthday cards? Or a testament? Who's to say? One thing is for certain. The flesh is fragile and watching this movie made me incredibly aware of how I use this body. The fingers, speaking their own semaphore language of hope and expression. This movie might leave you thinking, or it might leave you bewildered, but no matter what it won't leave you quickly.