Guy Maddin's films are always a hallucination of films and cinematic techniques past, and Archangel is no exception. The film is an odd, mesmeric tale of amnesia, lost identity, and memory set against the Bolshevik Uprising of 1919. Strange, wonderful images abound: rabbits falling into war trenches, a severed leg being passed around a peasant family, a man strangling enemy Bolsheviks with his own intestines. But the film is hard to watch, mostly because it insists so much on its labyrinthine plot which you need a spreadsheet to follow and understand. As a purely aesthetic and ecstatic experience, it's wonderful. But it fails everything else it tries to do. But I'd be willing to give this film a second shot in a movie theater. Who knows? That might be the only proper way to appreciate it.
7/10
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