Γλυκιά Συμμορία [Sweet bunch] (1983)
– I don’t like sacrifices, that’s all.
Art deco typography, pinball machines, thunder, moviestar images, moving dolls and toys. Awakening, elaborately dressing up with napkin and switchblade knife in secret hiding.
– It was heads or tails, not dice.
A changed prayer, music box sounds, shoplifting, car theft – and what a car!
– How is the revolution going?
– It gets fucked.
Reeking of eclectic B/genre/exploitation movie aesthetics, and with an evocative, unusually intrusive soundtrack: Mr Sandman, Sugar in the morning, Summertime blues, ominous electronic sounds, Who do you love?, Let’s have a party, instrumental blues, Also sprach Zarathustra and other classical pieces.
– She is sleeping. She is rehearsing for death.
Five days with a group of disillusioned criminal outsiders sharing a house when not roaming some of the seedier parts of Athens, complete with bars, pornography, bizarre varieties of prostitution, and drug investigations.
– We’re some kind of circus in here, aren’t we?
Odd story with unexplained riddles and quirky details, told at a suggestive, languid, elegiac pace – long, but not too long – playing games with illusion and reality.
– And now? Now that we played tough and cool? What shall we do?
Unpredictable and inexplicable events, surveillance, tense atmosphere. Very intriguing, seemingly made by an early eighties greek Tarantino.
– Do you love me a little bit?
– Shhh … no big words, didn’t we agree on this?
In my book of romantic desperation, tender cynicism, and inevitable doom. But what really happened to Stathis?
– My mind’s full of shit, but you have to go.