Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you love old, slightly dusty European dramas that don't quite make sense half the time, then yes, sit down with this one. It's not for the people who need every plot point explained or for those who demand high-def clarity. You’ll probably hate it if you have zero patience for silent-era pacing or acting that feels a bit... well, theatrical.
There's this moment early on where the bar dancing feels like it goes on forever. It’s not necessarily bad, but it’s just there, hanging in the air like smoke. Then the shooting happens and the movie just decides to shift gears entirely. It’s jarring, but kind of in a fun way.
The whole swap with the nun, Angelika, is the kind of thing that wouldn't hold up for five seconds in real life. But who cares? It’s cinema. The way Karla just walks out of the prison wearing the habit is a bit of a laugh. Like, did nobody notice her face? Maybe everyone was just too polite to say anything.
It definitely shares some of that weird, desperate energy you find in Nastojashhaja zhizn. It feels like the characters are just stumbling into their own fates without much of a map. Sometimes that works. Sometimes it just feels like they forgot their lines.
The movie doesn't really care about the 'why' of anything. It just wants to get to the next scene. Honestly, it’s refreshing in a way. No long monologues about morality, just a woman in a habit trying to act holy while looking over her shoulder. It’s got that stale air of a library basement, but I kind of dug it. Maybe it’s just the mood I was in. 🕯️
Don't look for deep meaning here. It’s just a weird little story about a girl who needs a change of clothes and ends up finding a new identity in the process. It’s not perfect, and the transitions are non-existent, but it’s a trip.