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Morosgovanji
Have I babbled about "Taxidermia" before? I do not know, but having discussed it with Dad - I half-persuaded him to see it - I feel the need to do so.
It is sick, disturbing, insane, humorous, appalling, and I cannot help loving it. It reminds me a bit of the feeling I was left with after seeing "Requiem for a Dream" the first time, though it is disturbing in a whole 'nother way. This reviewer seems to agree with me, and is much more eloquent about it. It is based on the short stories of some author, apparently, and I think I must read him. He must be a complete crackpot.
What is so compelling about the film (other than the brilliant name "Morosgovanji" - the way it resounds in your mouth and skull, and bounces off your tongue) is the way the director uses the camera. The colours, the almost complete lack of a soundtrack (perhaps I just haven't noticed it?), the composition.
It is sick, disturbing, insane, humorous, appalling, and I cannot help loving it. It reminds me a bit of the feeling I was left with after seeing "Requiem for a Dream" the first time, though it is disturbing in a whole 'nother way. This reviewer seems to agree with me, and is much more eloquent about it. It is based on the short stories of some author, apparently, and I think I must read him. He must be a complete crackpot.
What is so compelling about the film (other than the brilliant name "Morosgovanji" - the way it resounds in your mouth and skull, and bounces off your tongue) is the way the director uses the camera. The colours, the almost complete lack of a soundtrack (perhaps I just haven't noticed it?), the composition.