Comrade Drakulich

As anyone with good taste knows only too well, there's a suave charm to almost every spy movie set during the Cold War. Márk Bodzsár takes this fragrance and grafts onto it, not without bravura, a combination of icy digital aesthetics and big bursts of satirical heat, finer than the ambient sauciness would suggest. The figure of the playboy secret agent takes a blow to the back of the neck, under the resigned sighs of his companion who dares not dream of emancipation. The revisited figure of the bloodsucker flays the vitiated soviet system as much as the Western alternative, in a great and endearing delirium.