Jesús Franco Manera (!), detto Jess (Madrid, 12 maggio 1930 – Málaga, 2 aprile 2013)
Rest in Peace, Jesus “Jess” Franco (1930-2013)
I’m writing this quickly, as I have to get this out now, while the news is still stinging, but Jesús “Jess” Franco died yesterday. To me, Franco was and remains the most important figure in cinema, a fascinating individual who ate, slept and breathed moviemaking, who lived to point his lens at anything that caught his eye, who was too arty for the horror crowd and too macabre and lowbrow for the art crowd. He existed in a world of his own, a class of his own and he is of the handful of true auteur filmmakers in which the key to understanding and embracing his style, aesthetic and sensibility lay in viewing and analyzing his entire body of work.
And that, in and of itself, is no mean feat.
The Spanish born writer, director, sometime actor and always jazz musician and music junkie made about 200 films—that we know of—under almost as many pseudonyms. To love Franco was to play sleuth, sifting through titles, re-titles, alternate cuts, bootlegs, soft and hard versions (Franco was noted as being one of the pioneers of erotic horror, in some cases downright pornographic horror and fantasy depending on the country of release). Tim Lucas famously charted much of this Franconian skullduggery in the 80’s video boom in the pages of FANGORIA, its sister mag GOREZONE and his own magazine, VIDEO WATCHDOG. It was during this period that I too became one of the legions obsessed with Franco’s magnificent obsessions. I have written about Franco endlessly, taught classes about his work, had to stand tall against his many, many detractors, interviewed the man and his recently departed life partner and muse Lina Romay and was planning a big Franco cover story/lifetime achievement award issue for August with Severin bigwig and Franco pal David Gregory.
And that show *will go on.
I even made a movie called BLOOD FOR IRINA that I dedicated to Lina (the film is a sort of homage to the Franco/Romay classic Female Vampire) and was hoping to share with Jess this year. I’m proud of the work as I think it captures that most important element that made Franco’s work so powerful; not the sex, the blood or the shocks, but the romantic longing, the meandering jazz-like voyeurism and music-as-character texture. The real soul of a Franco film. Franco indeed made movies like he made his music: loose, fast, dreamy…not for all tastes, some more potent than others, but all inimitable and all truly his own.
There’s no point itemizing every picture Jess Franco made. Internet searches will point you in many directions to either begin or further your education. Just know that this humble editor of the mag you read is deeply saddened by the passing of a true maverick and has an even more potent renewed sense of purpose at getting that special Franco spotlight together.
May he rest in peace somewhere out there in the sunny, sandy, candle-lit and go-go boot littered ether beside the spirit of his lovely Lina.
April 2, 2013 – 8:48 am | by: Chris Alexander
Jess Franco is not the devil
He just tells stories about him. Okay?
by Sean O’Neal
September 24, 2009
With an oeuvre of more than 300 films, Spanish director Jesús “Jess” Franco is easily one of cinema’s most prolific directors. From the ’60s through the late ’80s, he churned out films at such a breakneck pace, often releasing them under dozens of different pseudonyms—a tactic he adopted, he’s said, so that other directors wouldn’t hate him. Franco is also one of filmdom’s most fearless provocateurs, drawn to stories of lesbian vampires, sadomasochism (he’s made several films based on the writings of the Marquis De Sade), and erotically charged horror, and he helped to pioneer such staple cult genres like “women in prison”—as well as the much-less-popular “nunsploitation.” Naturally, he’s endured his share of controversies, with many of his films blasted as sick and perverted, savaged by international censors, and even condemned by the Catholic Church. Yet he’s never softened even as his 80th birthday approaches, still collaborating with longtime muse Lina Romay and still cranking out unmistakably Franco films like Killer Barbys Vs. Dracula, albeit at a slower pace. The A.V. Club spoke to Franco—who accepts a Lifetime Achievement Award at this week’s Fantastic Fest, where he’ll also host screenings of Venus In Furs, Succubus, and Bare Breasted Countess—about why he doesn’t like his own movies, why filmmakers aren’t great artists, and how he’d like to die.
The A.V. Club: You’re being awarded a lifetime achievement award. What would you say is your greatest achievement?
Jess Franco: I don’t think I’ve done anything important or magnificent. I’m a worker, and the thing I prefer in my life is cinema. When I’m working in cinema, I’m happy.
AVC: You’ve actually said, “I don’t think I’ve made good movies. I’ve just made some movies more disgusting than others.” Do you generally not like your own films?
JF: No, I don’t like my movies. I prefer John Ford’s movies. [Laughs.] I’ve made some movies that are interesting, or that have some point, or are more or less beautiful. But I’ve never made anything big, from my point of view. “Big” like John Ford or someone of that kind. I say John Ford because he is my favorite director.
AVC: You’ve also said that you approach films like a jazz musician. Does that mean that you don’t always know what the final result will be?
JF: I started my life in music school, and I became a—not good, but acceptable piano and trumpet player. But there was a moment in my life where I had to make a choice whether I was a cinema director or jazz trumpeter, which are two things that are so different. In the point of view of my personal feelings, I love the music as well as the cinema, but the future of a trumpet player—in the money point of view, but also any point of view—is very short on expectations. The life of a moviemaker can be glorious and wonderful. It can put your life in the best of possibilities. I decided to forget music. Not forget, because this is impossible, but to work in cinema, and just to be someone who loves music, and who tries to make music with his films.
AVC: Many of your films hinge on the intersection of sex and death. How do the two relate for you?
JF: I think death and sex go together. If you shoot about sex in a funny way, it’s different. But when you are doing sex in a serious way, death is always around.
AVC: You and Luis Buñuel were once named the most dangerous filmmakers in the world by the Vatican. Do you think it’s possible for another filmmaker to shock people like you did?
JF: To shock? I don’t think I shocked anybody. But oh, you are talking about the Vatican. I was working in Paris one day, when they come and say, “Listen, now we are watched very closely, because we have been condemned by the Vatican.” And I say, “What? Why? It’s so stupid. I don’t get it.” But it does not matter, because I am not a Catholic. I don’t care about these things. But anyway, it was very stupid. I can tell you 200 people who are much worse than me.
AVC: Like who?
JF: Much more! Many more!
AVC: Are you a religious man at all?
JF: I am Christian from when I was little. Because of the politics in Spain, everybody must be Christian by law. But I’m not a real big believer. I believe in people. I believe in life. But not especially in Catholics or priests or whatever. What about you? You don’t say nothing! I would like to know if you are a believer.
AVC: No, I’m agnostic at best.
JF: Good, I like to hear these kinds of things. So many people have the impression that I am the devil, and are afraid to talk to me.
AVC: If you had to point to one as your definitive film, which would it be?
JF: I don’t think I have a definitive film. Such a thing is not possible for me. But if you’re curious about which film I would save from a fire, I should tell you Necronomicon [Succubus], Black Angel [Venus In Furs], and Miss Muerte [The Diabolical Dr. Z]. They are the most sincere. They are the most close to my previous idea to do it, you know what I mean? I like the style of black cinema. I like the style of expressionisimo, and they are the most of myself. I don’t say that I love it, though, because I don’t.
AVC: What are you working on now?
JF: I am working on an adaptation of The Human Voice, by Jean Cocteau, and a new version of Jekyll And Hyde. Okay?
AVC: Okay. Do you think you’ll ever fully retire?
JF: Retire? I am not retired! I will be retired the day I die. I was very close friends in Paris with a wonderful tenor sax player named Don Byas. He was very old—much older than me—and he told me one day, “I am thinking I will die very soon. I would like to die playing. It would be a beautiful way to die.” And he did! He was playing onstage and had a heart attack. [The official cause of death for Don Byas was lung cancer, and there’s no report of him dying onstage.—ed.] I think this is beautiful!
AVC: You once said, “I don’t care of being remembered.” Has that opinion changed the older you get?
JF: No, no, no. I don’t care about being remembered. I’m not a wonderful writer or anything. This should be reserved for people who really did something great. I think it’s a mistake to consider the movie director as if they were great artists. I think a very good movie director makes films to entertain people, but not to be considered like they were Cervantes, you know? One of the biggest problems now, with all the festivals and everything, is a confusion between the quality and the beauty and the highness of things. A film is a film. It’s something to entertain you a couple hours. Not to be considered as if it were Shakespeare.
AVC: So there’s not one filmmaker whom you would consider to be an artist?
JF: There are probably five or six directors who did something really great. Orson [Welles], my big friend, is one who would have to be remembered as a genius. I was working with him for a long, long time, and he was so clever and brilliant. But in general, a movie director is not as great as him. I have a lot of friends in the profession, and I can tell you, for instance, that Nicholas Ray was a very clever man, but he wasn’t a genius. I know very well his filmography, and Johnny Guitar is a very beautiful film, but it’s not the masterpiece of the century. In general, a movie is a movie. But this is a very special discussion. I do not think we will find a solution now! The problem is, I don’t think it’s so important to be a movie director. It’s a beautiful profession, but no more than to be a cartoon writer. A very rich cartoon writer. I’ve done a lot of films, and I know deeply that, in all of cinema, there is no director who is as good as Shakespeare. Excuse me for being pessimistic, though. I’m not pessimistic—I love it. I love my business. I love cinema.