a treatise on the human condition
in times of nuclear fallout.
this feels like a lost film that someone
discovered in a vat of toxic waste.
the imagery, shrouded in sepia tones, fog,
explosions, steam punk, and corpses donning
oxygen masks, is cryptic and otherworldly.
think Threads meets Whispering Pages.
it is quite clear that Lopushansky is a protege of Andrei Tarkovsky. his hypnotic style and arresting imagery are highly similar to both Tarkovsky and Russia’s other cinematic auteur - Aleksandr…