Siesta ★★★

imagines Europe as an oneiric playscape defined by the interpermeability of space and time, cuts brashly drawing symbolic connections which barely hold together but that nevertheless evoke the brightly-lit phantasmagoria of post-traumatic dissociation. plays a bit like Twin Peaks’ European Vacation honestly (even if Ellen Barkin can’t hold a candle to Sheryl Lee). America is just proximity to death and the fires of nationalist spectacle, a place where no one has to atone for their mistakes; in Europe time runs backwards and death’s an endless, woozy tour through rancid parties and overgrown memories