Rented this because I’m writing a review of a book of criticism and thinking about the author’s style I had a flashback to the creepy Professor Andreev in this movie who, in order to determine the identities of the corpses found in the titular park, sets grub worms to eating the flesh off their heads and then reconstructs their faces with clay and genius. Sure enough, there he was.
Not a great movie by any stretch, but it did interest me in this regard: The Cold War is taken as such a complete given here, causing me to realize how completely that sense of how-the-world-is, which I grew up with, has vanished. It’s quite destabilizing to think about, really. It makes me wonder how I’ll feel watching something like Rendition or Syriana twenty-five years from now.