The Czech Republic has to be one of the most beautiful countries I have ever been to. I swear, it's just gorgeous..and not just in a lovely, pretty way, but in a haunting deja-vu sort of way. It's so mystical you'll swear you had to have been there before (maybe even in a dream).
So how do you explain a film that is both beautiful in a lovely pretty way- but leaves you distubed and mystifed? This is the stuff of dreams.
Mystical, rhythmic, erotic, in-coherent, captivating and ever so mesmorizing..a week of wonders for Valerie is a 2 decades of magic for the world.

P.S. If you can..pick up Lide z metra (1974) while you're at it for some uber insanity. Jan Curík, you will be missed