Copenhagen Cowboy .. or a european Western with a cowgirl.

What is it about?

A young woman, in the midst of Albanian traffickers, pigs, the Triad and vampires, kicks ass.

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What is it really about?

Copenhagen in the title, but Copenhagen only touching the edge. Accompanying women and men who roam the fringes of society. At these, a genderless stranger is pushed into the foreign. A genderless under sexist: lepers in abandoned farms and slaughterhouses. With men who are not only pigs but also grunt and squeal. The slaughterhouse now a brothel shed, where forced prostitutes are benched, whip-whipped by small-town Albanian gangsters who make the medium-size killing. For bling, with which the whorehouse mummy decorates her withered neck. A childless saddleback who wants to have a son or daughter, but only gives birth to dead embryos between her legs.

The protagonist, the stranger among strangers, is supposed to help her to personal maternal happiness. Miu. An elusive, mystical being. Lucky charm for one and a lucky robber for the other. Unassuming and tomboyish, she wanders these Danish, stinky ethers. With pageboy cut and in her tracksuit that hides any feminine curves, she observes. Studies the lunatics and the lost around her. In her gaze, her a deeper soul level seems to reveal itself. As if she could glimpse the essence of every human being. A post-modern heroic figure, Joan of Arc of the 21st century. With armor made of cotton and polyester instead of tin. From episode to episode from sweater, to vest further outfitting. Blessed are her hands with supernatural abilities to bless. Is she a ghost?, she asks a Chinese woman. She meows in response to the question. In China they eat dogs and cats protect from evil spirits. Meow. Meow. Meow.. Me you. A cat among pigs, eating men who are pigs. Everything eats itself.

But the Albanian small-town gangsters and the madam is devoted only in miniature. The loose hanger that is left hanging. The big picture lurks in a vampiric aristocracy and the Chinese triads. One phallus-worshipping bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty; the other migraine-ridden and reverent and neck-breaking. Both with cold blood in their veins and therefore warmed by foreign blood on their cold hands. A revenge plot builds, reaching from the dreary setting of suburbia to the night-lit metropolis of Copenhagen. An elusive, ever-meandering narrative, a watered-down narrative flow. Shuttling from plot bank to plot bank, eroding the watery narrative ground, shallowly dragging along the detritus of hours past. A multifaceted divergence and blurring of plot structure to motivically cast revenge, masculinity, femininity, family, penises, pigs, honor, bloodline into a serialized, dreamlike monument. In stretched time, because everything stands still. No progress, no advancement, only stasis.

The opaque, fleeting bustle entirely incorporated into tablaux vivants. The cinematic still life of inanimate human objects. 360° camera pans. Observing like a stranger observes strangers. Hyperaesthetic, contemplative panoramic view. A panorama in miniature. Far from the gigantism and vastness of a Los Angeles and Mexico. With fabulous episodes and moments that burst into the hypothermic world of Copenhagen. Set in stinking, auditory squeaky-quiet pigsties. In dank basements where young women are kept like pigs in fattening without their IDs. Behind them, condescending floral-patterned wallpaper and pebbledown plaster. Woven in like flowers in the hair, growing and blooming over the face. Plucked last as a white rose. The symbol of hope and sorrow in Chinese tradition. A bud that opens magically. The flower head on the prickly body that stings other bodies. Drops of blood staining the white, the innocent, for the power-hungry to feast on. At last, the enjoyment of innocence. A duel with fists and kicks, in a soundtrack from other worlds.

Melodies and rhythms resound feverishly and pulsatingly. The sensual background to highly stylistic images. The sound makes the music and the image speaks over the music, which screams at the viewer, whispers to him, takes him on a unique hero’s journey, douses his eyes and ears with sugar, and at the same time pushes him into a comatose, nightmarish state.

This is Copenhagen Cowboy and this is series of a man who claims to see himself in contact with aliens. Yet he seems like an alien himself. His way of using genre-typical iconography, breaking it up conventionally and patching it together again into an unusual pattern is just as alien.

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Conclusion

Audiovisually highly impressive. The content is exactly what you love about Refn’s stories: blood and revenge.

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Facts

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What is Stranger’s Gaze?

The Stranger’s Gaze is a literary fever dream that is sensualized through various media — primarily cinema, which I hold in high esteem. Based on the distinctions between male and female gaze, the focus is shifted through a crack in a destroyed lens, in the hope of obtaining an unaccustomed, a strange gaze.