The Kent M. Beeson of Western Civilization
Currently a catalog of VHS movies I'm transferring to DVD and CDs I'm ripping into digital files, accompanied by snarky, ill-informed commentary on same.
Strangler vs. Strangler (1984, Slobovan Sijan)
In the first ten minutes or so of this movie, we get: an eerily still shot of an orchestra that wouldn’t look out of place in an Argento flick; stock footage of Belgrade, accompanied by a female narrator who seems to be playing it straight, but with a gentle, mocking subtext to her performance; and finally, a series of blackout sketches surveying Belgrade’s criminal activity, again accompanied by the narrator, and the only analogue I have for this part is Take The Money and Run. It eventually settles into the story of a fat strangler and his mother issues, but nonetheless, this movie appears to be nuts, is what I’m saying. Really wished I’d seen this when the tape was fresh.
(Oh, and how can we tell this was made in a former Soviet bloc? Montage, baby. Montage.)
