The Blood Countess review – Isabelle Huppert reigns supreme in a surreal vampire fantasia

Vienna turns into a playground of camp, cruelty and aristocratic disdain in a blackly comic take on the Báthory legend – with Huppert gloriously suited to the title role From the dark heart of central Europe comes a midnight-movie romp through the moonlit urban glades of Euro-goth and camp from German director Ulrike Ottinger. As for the star … well, it’s the part she was born to play. Isabelle Huppert is Countess Elizabeth Báthory, 16th-century Hungarian noblewoman and serial killer, legendary for having the blood of hundreds of young girls on her hands and indeed her body, in an attempt to attain eternal youth. The “blood countess” has been variously played in the past by Ingrid Pitt, Delphine Seyrig, Paloma Picasso, Julie Delpy and many more, but surely none were as qualified as Huppert who importantly does not modify her habitual hauteur one iota for the role. Her natural aristocratic mien and cool hint of elegant contempt were never so well matched with a part. She gives us the ...

Rage, Maga and the Kardashians: the teen who filmed 3,000 hours of Kanye West’s life

At the age of 18, Nico Ballesteros was given permission to film the falling star for six years, now packaged into an unsettling new documentary

If you were to go back and rewatch any of Kanye West’s controversial moments from the last seven years – I’m not sure why you would, as Ye’s devolution from hallowed icon to cultural pariah has been one of the sadder pop culture stories of the decade, but let’s say you did – you would spot, lingering in the background, a kid with a camera.

He’s easy to miss – scrawny, often wearing Calabasas-sized sunglasses, usually holding an iPhone or iPad, he’s nearly indistinguishable from the many fans and associates that often trail the Chicago-born rapper now legally known as Ye wherever he goes. But he’s always there. In the Oval Office meeting where Ye pledged his fealty to Donald Trump, at his infamous “white lives matter” Paris fashion show, at any of his messianic “Sunday Service” worship sessions – there he is, impassive, camera trained on Ye.

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