marie-pierre castel is my queen.

a symbol of the academy's mediocrity and lack of ambition. the dancing was good.

saw an imported russian 35mm print last night @ the gene siskel; it was absolutely gorgeous (although the projection sucked; the picture was cropped)! after the show, gregory verkhovsky, assistant cameraman on the film, exhibited an experimental short film displaying his on set photography and gave a q&a via a (poor) translator. people asked dumb questions like "what was tarkovsky's inspiration for this movie?"

i own the exact sweater-vest worn by the actor in the middle of the screenshot, just sayin'

this is a horror film.