The Harsh Warmth of Beanpole

The first word that comes to mind when Kantemir Balagov’s Beanpole opens is ‘sick’. The city is sick with war, saturated greens and yellows appear through the stark white and gray of post-war Stalingrad. This is not the green of life, but a hue of suffering and decay. The white light that filters through the […]

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