Electra, My Love

Electra, My Love ★★★★½

Tyrants abound history; so long as there is history there will exist tyrants. This is a relationship that Electra, My Love explores and abhors, that power itself is an illness which requires violent rebellion to treat, yet these same revolutionaries fill those empty thrones and eventually become tyrants of the next generation. The sword of damocles hangs ever-present over the seat of authority, yet in the seat sits a deathless hydra and once the head is cut do two more grow. We are met with an end that reorients this myth to modernity, a reminder that we're still not done eating the ouroboros.

Jancsó's camera never stops moving, and so the wheel of revolution never stops turning.

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