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Sacred
Histories
Stefano Ciammaroni on The Gospel According
to St. Matthew
Beginning with Teorema
(1968), the cinema of Pier Paolo Pasolini becomes conceptually
elitist and stylistically hermetic, the privileged terrain
of a disillusioned Marxist engaged with a suprahistorical
and purely intellectual activity, of an aesthete who
treats history as mere content, raw material for the
Spirit and stimulus for artistic intuition. However,
with 1964’s The Gospel According to St. Matthew,
Pasolini still strove to bring the spiritual under the
sway of consciousness, to make it mundane, productive,
and alive for civility, organic with the stream of Italian
politics and history. In fact, I want to summon the
Italianness of Pasolini’s cinematic adaptation of the
Scriptures in xenophobic response to Mel Gibson’s The
Passion of the Christ (2004), which as with The
Gospelwas produced in the palaeolithic town of Sassi
di Matera (in the region of Basilicata, Italy), but
strips Pasolini’s location of its regionally specific
political overtones, impregnates it with foreign cultural
incompetence, violates its sovereignty by feeding it
to the voracity of Hollywood’s globalizing stomach.
Far more belligerent than that of Mark, Luke, or John,
Matthew’s Gospel provides Pasolini with a fertile framework
within which to cut through the deadlock between the
autonomy of the ideal and the Marxist urgency to bring
the ideal down to earth. To pursue such ambition in
a theologically satisfying yet civilly conscious way,
Pasolini must contemplate the Christ phenomenon in neither
exclusively spiritual nor historical materialistic terms.
He can safely perceive Christ as armed with a revolutionary
ideology, and conceive of him as a Marxist intellectual
intent on showing the oppressed the road to emancipation.
Still, such ideology must be contained by Christ’s very
sacredness, exist a priori, not by virtue of Marxism’s
de-sacralizing interpellations. For it assumes that
the agency of the sacred shall have historical repercussions
despite remaining above history, the idea of safeguarding
Christ’s sacredness while granting it revolutionary
potentials seems to trust exclusively the indolent autonomy
of Spirit, but it does so only when contemplated from
a bourgeois perspective. In fact, the cultural hegemony
that Pasolini strives to scandalize and upset is precisely
that which keeps the ideal from castigating the real,
which worships Christ but fears and dares not imagine
what would happen if Christ came to the world.
The project of The Gospel is indeed to explore
this hypothesis, to have the sacred impregnate history
for the sake of initiating public discourse. In other
words, Pasolini historicizes the myth, treating the
Gospel not as an object of indolent contemplation (as
Mel Gibson does), but as a tool through which to read
history analogically, as characterized by recurring
dialectical patterns—hence the holy family’s flight
into Egypt modeled on photographs of Spanish refugees
fleeing the Civil War, and the costumes of the Roman
military and of Herod’s soldiers evoking respectively
the uniform of the Italian police and of Mussolini’s
militia). The analogy between the Roman-occupied Judea
and the Southern Italian locales where the film was
shot reflects the effort to remain organically engaged
with the cases of Italian history—the widely held notion,
still in vogue, of the South as a colonized third-world
entity. By resorting to analogy, Pasolini does not de-sacralize
Matthew’s Christ, who doesn’t need a Marxist re-reading
in order to be perceived as revolutionary, although
he certainly does have the Evangelic message contaminate
the political discourses of postwar Italy, thereby anchoring
the sacred to an idea of public usefulness. As sanctioned
by the dedication to “the dear, familiar shade of Pope
John XXIII,” whose Second Vatican Council had opened
a dialogue between Italian Marxists and Catholics, Pasolini
positions The Gospel quite firmly within the
pacifiable agenda of what Italianists have termed historical
compromise. That The Gospel is indeed a “dialogue”
film seems unquestionable. More debatable, perhaps,
is the exact nature and purpose of the larger reconciliatory
project governing the attempt to combine into a proverbial
Pasolinian pastiche discordant elements such as atheism
and religiosity, rigorous respect for the Evangelist’s
perspective and national historiography, neorealism
and aestheticism.
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A tapestry of competing
aesthetic mediations disrupts the film’s stylistic unity.
The conventional neorealist image achieved by utilizing
unreconstructed outdoor sets gets punctually aestheticized
by the soundtrack, be it a jazz lament or a Negro spiritual,
while the film’s overall iconography allows for the
juxtaposition, often in the same shot, of visual sources
ranging from the figurative tradition of the Italian
Renaissance to that of the Byzantine mosaics. The empathic
denial of any sanctioned ideal of stylistic decorum,
this penchant for contamination works towards a specific
political goal, namely towards granting the text the
kind of exhibitionist spectacle necessary for the author
in order to win the public’s attention. In The Gospel,
the resonance of Pasolini’s dissident politics is contingent
precisely upon the scandal of disposing of those conventional
representational codes that, taming and domesticating
Christ in the same way that modern-day church does,
make us numb to the force of the Gospel, unable to hear
the ferocious implications of Christ’s message.
Enticing Pasolini to adapt the Gospel may well have
been the episodic, disjointed nature of Scriptural narrative,
which, in line with his proverbial aversion to the conventional
narrative of “prose cinema,” does away with transitions,
withholds expository data, and rejects cause-and-effect
logic, thereby submitting the horizontal progression
of events to the verticality of an overreaching idea.
Yet such preference for verticality describes less a
vision of history than a mere aesthetic technique. The
recourse to analogy re-establishes the past in the present
(Basilicata is now what Palestine was then) and grieves
admittedly at the stagnancy and self-perpetuation of
a bourgeois dialectic of history. (Basilicata shall
inevitably become what Palestine is now, modern and
thus no longer sacred.) On the other hand, however,
because analogy in The Gospel also functions pedagogically,
as a moralizing critique of contemporaneity based on
the extolment of the sacred past, Pasolini seems to
appropriate the positivistic assumptions of the parable,
elevating the ideal to historical disposer of the real,
paradigm of an alternative “ought to be.”
Critiquing a state of cultural affairs in which the
sacred seems to have no jurisdiction over historical
understanding, over the factual and experiential world,
Pasolini subsumes history under the concept of art,
entrusting with the Spirit, usually relegated to occupy
an abstract plane, the task of bearing the marks of
concrete history. Yet one is left to wonder whether
the sacred can, in effect, fulfill its political potential:
materialize, heighten our consciousness of the real
and depart from a formal history of concepts that in
the last analysis risks amounting to nothing more than
an autobiographical history of the thought of the author.
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