The dream is the aquarium of the night.

The voice I hear this passing night was heard 
In ancient days by emperor and clown: 
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, 
She stood in tears amid the alien corn

Brutal home invasion flick.

Janacek opera, spaghetti western, samurai film. The ornately detailed landscape photography flattens the space in a way reminiscent of medieval tapestry. Beautiful film.