Since prostitutes are oft call "street walkers," and because Ripstein's late-period masterpiece is monumentally bleak, I would have to say that Bleak Street is an apt title. Imagine a Béla Tarr luchador movie. The odd sound design, the tar-like image w/ its pools of grime, and the somnolent-but-nonetheless-intense performance styles, make Bleak Street feel very much like a dolorous dream. Sublime camera movements.
Strange concontion of docu-drama realism and carnivale misfit parade, slow and dry with the unremitting ugliness of 'Hard to be a God'. The mood is oppressive and I don't think the characters are ever comically awful, but there is a heightened sense about it. Great cinematography, conjures many comparisons but remains it's own beast. I didn't like it but I've not seen much like it either.
Its stupendous cinematography gives Ripstein's particular universe a surrealist atmosphere. Unfortunately this time the script by the reliable Garciadiego falls short and exists no more than for the sake of being sordid per se, as if it was just a carbon copy of their others sordid melodramas. Such a letdown.