Second Elvis movie in a row (for me) in which his throat gets hurt near the end. Very interesting! Also, I just love Siegel. This is great.
The genre is Eschatology. An isolated, gray corner of the Communist world spirals into squalor, its inhabitants sliding out of all sense of community. (This movie belongs, for me, in vanishingly exclusive company: Movies In Which Every Single Character Is Insane And My Oh My Is It Glorious.) This description, plus the movie’s reputation for marathon long takes, might make you expect something dreary and humorless, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. The perspective is mordant, as others…