“Vertigo” in its glorious 70mm restoration? Yes, please. So, so, SO glad to have the Aero Theatre back!
Echoes of Bergman’s “The Virgin Spring”, or the work of David Lynch and Luis Buñuel are apparent, but Rainer Sarnet is no mere collage artist. He conjures a strange, often ephemeral fairytale like no other. For all its unrelenting grossness and defiant austerity, there is an undeniable beauty beneath the quagmire of piss and shit, dirt and blood. Give yourself over to its trance-like power.