Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #7407 in DVD
• Released on: 2000-10-09
• Rating: Suitable for 18 years and over
• Aspect ratio: 1.66:1
• Number of discs: 1
• Formats: Black & White, PAL, Widescreen
• Original language: French
• Subtitled in: English
• Number of discs: 1
• Running time: 92 minutes

Special Features
1.66 Wide Screen
DVD 5
French
Region 0
Dolby Digital French
Dolby Digital
Film Review
Scene Selection
Stills Gallery
Star And Director Filmographies
English

Synopsis
A documentary crew is fascinated by the charismatic, unrepentant serial killer whose crimes they set out to objectively chronicle. But as the violence escalates, they become more and more complicit in his shocking actions. A disturbingly low-key satire of the connection between violence and the media.

From the Back Cover
Made by three Belgian film students, outrageous black comedy Man Bites Dog was the prize winning sensation at the 1992 Cannes Film Festival and has achieved cult status.

Man Bites Dog is a spoof documentary about an amiable but seriously warped mass murderer, who kills all types of people, but has a particular fondness for postmen. The movie charts the increasingly close relationship between the killer and a film crew making a documentary about his exploits, who get implicated in his horrendous deeds.

Customer Reviews

Natural Born Filmmakers
Duh! For the information of the reviewer who thinks Les Artistes Anonymes are dredging over themes already explored by Tarantino's gaudy flick, Man Bites Dog is the earlier film!!! Natural Born Killers is an embarassingly self-aware, queasy piece of postmodern posturing; Man Bites Dog is all the more disturbing for the naturalness that it never strays from. Although at times it can be very funny (perhaps the specific gravity of Belgian humour is hard to fathom) it is, in my opinion, being mis-sold as a "black comedy". This is a very violent film, and let's stop pussyfooting around with euphemisms about the kinds of violence: it contains a shocking rape scene. People should not be encouraged to see the film without being warned about that.

For my money, this is no spoof: it is absurdist perhaps, but that is a different matter. Austin Powers is a spoof of James Bond films, the relations are easy to identify. How and of what is this a spoof? A small film-crew film a killer (and he is not really a "serial-killer" either) going about his grim work; he regards it as a job. Absurd perhaps. But don't expect a spoof or a black comedy, you'll probably be disappointed.

Like many great twentieth-century works of art it shows a great (if disturbed) sense of humour, but it is also a powerful meditation on the glamorisation and worship of violence, and the complicity of such acts in the crimes that we love to gape at. But no pat observations, and no simple conclusions. The end is ample proof of that. Unlike NBK it is oblique and serious, and all the more capable of being funny because of that.

And can we start a campaign to get it renamed? The nudge-nudge, wink-wink in-joke on new journalism's penchant for reporting the story that sells rather than the one that happens is pretty irrelevant. The French title is "C'est arrive pres de chez vous" i.e. "It happened near you(/your home)". Watch it, and think about both titles. The current English one is catchy but ill-fitting. Sure, anyone can bodge up an argument for keeping it, but Les Artistes Anonymes chose a very different title; did such good writers really miss the better trick? Shame about the occasional white on white sub-titles too, the DVD release was a wasted opportunity to fix that.

A classic of Belgian cinema, and I'm not joking!
Anyone asked to name a classic of Belgian cinema can simply point to this film, a production all the more remarkable for its bargain basement provenance. Made by three film students with a budget which makes shoestrings look like a luxury, "Man Bites Dog" ("C'est arrivé près de chez vous") is proof that making a memorable movie depends more on talent and a good story than on vast amounts of capital and an over-indulgence in special effects.

Three young film makers follow the exploits of Benoit, a mass murderer and petty criminal, and document his philosophy of life and pride in the professionalism of his work. Benoit murders people, quite instrumentally, to obtain money. Or because they get in the way. He's not a 'serial' killer with a fixation about a victim type or a drive to assert himself. He's just a guy, going about his business. The murders, the crimes are shocking because they occur in such a natural setting - the killing is unheralded, unanticipated.

"I usually start the month with a postman!" Even killer's have their routines. Benoit explains his theories about robbery and murder, provides a masterclass in the disposal of bodies, expresses his concerns about the murder of children (it attracts too much media attention), and recounts his theories about why old people are better bets for robbery than the middle classes.

It is a film of quite shocking, deliberately disturbing violence, not least in the casual nature of the rape scene. Shot in naturalistic manner - black and white, hand held camera, exactly as if three young film makers are keeping a documentary diary of the crimes and lifestyle of a criminal. Made before the worst excesses of reality TV began to bite in Europe, it nevertheless anticipates the popular fascination with the mundane, and the ongoing appetite for murder and horror, and asks very real questions about the collaboration between the media and sensation.

The film crew, indeed, collaborate with Benoit and act as accessories - being shot at themselves, confronting another film crew following another criminal. The humour of the film is a pulsing vein. This is a film to be enjoyed as a satire. This is a film to be taken very, very seriously.

Benoit airs his views on women, race, housing, the elderly. He is the narrator. He moralises about life - he is a criminal, but his crimes follow a logic and adhere to his own brand of morality. He rants like a populist politician. The crew observe. The media, it seems, can give anyone a voice and make them seem important. But, of course, the media is only feeding the curiosity and appetites of an audience. Does the media pander to public tastes ... or does it create public taste?

The criminal makes no plans. He acts spontaneously. His is a life of instant gratification, a chaotic lifestyle of self-glorification made all the more marvellous by the attentions of a film crew. Benoit poses, one moment the urbane intellectual spouting poetry and philosophy, the next brutally attacking an unsuspecting victim. He's coarse, vulgar, intolerant, arrogant, a bully, utterly self-centred ... yet the film crew elevate him to the role of star. And we watch, transfixed, wondering where the tale will take us next.

A wonderful film, beautifully assembled, which poses question after question about the art (and morality) of film making. In fact, the only question it answers is the one about naming a classic of Belgian cinema. Award winning, influential, delightful, with a very funny spoof superhero trailer as one of the DVD extras, this is a highly recommended film.

Poor sub-titles
This is just to warn you that the sub-titles are often difficult to read because they're white against a black and white picture. The film itself is pretty good; provoking lots of thought about violence, media coverage of violence, the viewer's reactions to media coverage of violence, and so on.