Begotten (1991)

Fun premise, good actors, bad writing. This film seemed to have potential at the beginning but it quickly devolves into a trite action film. Ultimately it's very boring.

The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

The tone of this movie is interesting -- the stakes are both dramatic and high, but it's balanced with a lot of fun, tongue and cheek dialogue.

Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.

I watched this movie only because many websites say its the most disturbing movie...!! i don't think so..... at first movie is really hard to understand because its black and white representation also no dialogue or kind of subtitles.the movie is about the god , mother earth , and a flesh on bone. you can get a little idea of movie when it actually end and cast name appear on screen for me its not even disturbing or sick but not even good movie to watch. if i have to choose between 'A serbian film' or begotten i will always choose 'serbian film'.

I did a quick skim of the movie and felt I wasted every second watching this. Moody, weird, bizarre and unintelligible. If there's a plot, it's not apparent in anything I saw. If it has any meaning at all, I didn't see it. Makes Un Chien Andalou seem far, far more plot driven in comparison ( sarcasm intended ) and I love Un Chien Andalou and truly enjoyed seeing it. Begotten is a mistake in my book.

Begotten left me wondering whether it has been a movie or a video installation. Either way, it's been truly disturbing.The main question is why are such movies/installations treated like art. There has been some rudimentary plot that could have been interpreted anyway you'd like. Sound and music followed what happened on the screen, yet it all sounded like random, albeit harrowing, noise. As if someone tried very hard to trigger a suicidal reaction in viewers.At the time of it's creation Begotten must have been a challenge to make. Today with digital photography and powerful computers generating abstract images, it would have probably been easier to make.

God cuts himself up with a razor & gives birth to Mother Earth who jerks off his corpse, inseminates herself & gives birth to son of the Earth, both brutally murdered by shrouded goons before being buried six feet under. The circle of life, and its moves us all! I don't know about the story or its occult significance but the scorched Earth presentation is sure something. I love when a movie can *truly* give you an Earth you've never visited before instead of re-heated CGI, the filmmakers gotta be tripping on distinct inner planesto take you to these kind of thru-the-looking-glass destinations & that's what we get here, deep in gimmicky art film obscurity. The overly processed image is like the faint memory of a prehistoric past that never happened, a remembrance from out of time, interwoven with a dense sound-scape of ambient noise that induces this drug like stupor, this disconnect (complete unity?) between sound & image, a rorschach quality. Its going on in our heads as much as on screen, dreaming while awake. Bingo- another wormhole exposed on camera, a subconscious mindf*ck; its somehow familiar at the same time its alienating us into silent, aghast horror. I love this kind of thing, this conscious spell casting. Overlong & threadbare but these seem minor complaints for the chance to so deeply inhabit a parallel world, to gleam a midnight transmission from Mars, this sealed hermetic universe. Going by a lot of the comments here BEGOTTEN is the very definition of poser vagueness but I'd say don't over think it. In fact don't think it at all, just let it wash over like a nightmare, something about jittering humanoids and straight razors in a black & white nowhere land. Forget Susan Sontag & just bask in the sheer exhilaration of something so aggressively odd; go prospecting on Pluto. Even as just inspired noise from the abyss, burning away the calcified remnants of a million Hollyweird mediocrities & imposing its asymmetrical test pattern on our bar-coded brains, it works. A great WTF experience & the standout image HAS to be the God with Parkinson's jittering away in his chair, clumsily committing seppuku.