If you have ever heard the phrase, "And now for something entirely different"..., this fits 4 to an absolute T. You will get nowhere if you try to over-analyze, or try to figure what is meant by it. It works best if you let it wash over you. In its own perverse way, it really has a lasting effect. It begins bright and shining, and ends wet, muddy, drunken, and haggard. Is it a metaphor for the New Russia, a critique on the possibility of secret cloning experiments, or a celebration of drunken crones? I don't know, but I do know that this is truly like none other. If you are in a mood for A Walk On The Wild Side of Independent Cinema, give this film a look. The only films that are even remotely close to this, are the movies of Chicago director, James Fotopoulos.
