An Earth scientist is sent to a planet that resembles our own during the Middle Ages—and he must not interfere in the planet’s political or historical development. Treated by the planet’s natives as a kind of divinity, he is both godlike and impotent in the face of chaos and brutality.
Years in the making by visionary Russian director Aleksei German, this medieval epic adapted from a novel by Soviet sci-fi masters the Strugatskiy brothers (Stalker) plunges humanity into the mire on a quest for civilization itself. See our festival review and our exploration of medieval cinema.
Never seen anything like this. Epic medieval sci-fi gross-out comedy. Not a single minute of this film goes by without someone shitting, puking or spitting, usually on each other. The incredible set design and costumes are only surpassed by the relentless, voluminous amount of sweat and other bodily fluids they are covered in. The residents of this futuristic, backwards planet worship filth above all else! Must-see !
Aleksei German's final attack on totalitarianism is a film easy to admire but very difficult to like. The film progresses dragging the viewer deeper and deeper into the human cesspool created depicting its world as one of misery, bodily fluids, despair and Fellinieque grotesques. Its' eventual grand guignol climax unfortunately nears Pythonesque parody but fascinates all the more.
Mad Max chez les Soviets. 3h de cinéma affreux, sale, bête & méchant, d'un ennui abyssal. Si vous aimez l'aventure en N/B, allez plutôt voir "Le Manuscrit trouvé à Sarragosse" ou l'"Auberge de la Jamaïque". ====== Mad Max in Siberia. 3h of dreadful, dirty, stupid & nasty cinema, an abyssal boredom. If you like adventure in black & white, rather watch the "Manucsript found in Sarragosse" or the "Jamaica Inn".
"The bucket stood there stinking in a corner in a buzzing of flies in the dimness of the little locked stone room. I thought: Is this a metaphor? Then a nearby bird said, 'Plink, plink, plink.' Ah! I thought, explanations are unnecessary. So I felt a little better until the naked headless tax-collector appeared, writhing with maggots as always. Never mind, I thought, this is only illusion." (Hoban, Pilgermann)
I think you might know what I'm going to say about this film since I've watched it today at last. (Bizarre, gross, funny, violent, sexual, very long, and wonderfully-crafted. Kinda makes you think it's impossible to imagine that it's hardly a sci-fi film once you start watching.)
art is a hole in the ass, you can see paintings with shit in it, poems with lot of vomit in it, musics with a bunch of puker in it. these filthy idiot medieval guys is too stupid, so they noticed the camera and play with it, genius. its out-of-earth neorealism.
In the time it takes you to watch this unpleasant asshole trundle between filthy townships filled with identical googly-eyed peasants you could probably pen a dour, overwrought science-fiction mythology of your own
This movie should have won more awards. What an intense labor of love! The cinematography, the production design. Most of all, it should win an award for whoever came up with all the business. And by business I mean "actions other than dialogue performed by actors." It was literally non-stop. You couldn't take your eyes away for one moment. Chickens flying, snot rockets, spitting, puking. Absolutely glorious.