…or you’re fucked. Saturday tourist groups ruin everything. They’ve always been a kind of plague, and have certainly ruined my day thus far.
Update: I barely managed to attend my 11 am screening of Vladlena Sandu‘s Memory, a personal recollection doc about the horrid Chechnyan war trauma of the ’90s. I entered the darkened Sala Serla with seconds to spare.
How moved or devastated did I feel while watching Sandu’s “hypnotic prose poem” (per Deadline‘s Damon Wise)? It’s quietly impactful and sobering, but it’s fair to respectfully note that the idea of war in any form being a hellish, brutalizing experience for combatants and civilians alike…I had contemplated this bruising reality countless times before this morning’s screening. That said, Sandu’s film us quite jolting, harrowing. Full respect.
