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A comic and perverse social commentary from Makavejev (WR: MYSTERIES OF THE ORGANISM) on the animalistic nature of man, MONTENEGRO tells the story of Anspach, a dejected American housewife living in Sweden with wealthy husband Josephson, their two children, and a grandfather who thinks he's
Buffalo Bill. When Josephson goes on another business trip (his 23rd that year), Anspach rushes to meet him at the airport. Detained by customs, she meets a young girl from Yugoslavia who is smuggling alcohol and a dead pig into the country. The pair become friendly and, when Anspach can't locate
Josephson, she goes off with the girl. Along the way they pick up a man with a knife in his forehead and drive on to a small village, where they visit the club Zanzibar. There Anspach witnesses a brawl in which two men hit each other with shovels, comes to the aid of the loser, Montenegro
(Cvetkovic), sings a torch song, and watches an erotic dancer perform with a radio-operated army tank. This funny and subversive film is by no means as unwatchable as some people have made Makavejev's work out to be. Makavejev, like Luis Bunuel, is brilliant in assailing the upper class, severely
attacking the repressed rage that festers underneath elegant facades. This was Makavajev's first step into the commercial art-film arena, followed by THE COCA-COLA KID and MANIFESTO. In English.