5.6/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Citadels of the Mediterranean remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, it depends on how much you like staring at grainy, black-and-white stone walls. If you’re a history buff or someone who finds old travel documentaries weirdly soothing, you'll probably dig this. If you need a plot, snappy dialogue, or anything resembling a human heartbeat, stay away. You will be bored into a coma within ten minutes.
It feels like stumbling onto a projector in a basement that’s been running on a loop since the thirties. There’s no real guide, just the hum of the camera and these massive, hulking structures that have seen way too much.
The cinematography isn’t exactly doing cartwheels. It’s static, patient, and sometimes it just holds on a shot of a harbor wall for way longer than feels necessary. At one point, I found myself counting the cracks in a buttress. That’s the kind of movie this is.
There’s a funny disconnect when you compare this to something like Peaceful Valley. While that one tries to pull you into a story, Citadels is perfectly happy just existing. It doesn’t care if you’re bored. It doesn’t care if you’ve walked out of the room to make a sandwich.
Sometimes the camera pans across a landscape and it feels like the operator was just trying to get a good angle before the sun went down. It’s not polished, and that’s why it works. It feels like a piece of paper you found in an old library book.
I wouldn't compare it to the intensity of The Burning Trail, obviously. This is much quieter. It's the cinematic equivalent of a heavy, woolen sweater. It’s not for everyone, but if you’re in the right mood, it’s a strange, dusty little treasure. 🏛️