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by Jürgen Fauth
The camera swoops and glides, drifts, pulls in, and sails through doors opened just in time by the invisible narrator or one of his mysterious companions. Neither he nor we are particularly sure why we are there; as we pass gilded halls, paintings by the masters, scenes from Russian history, diplomatic receptions, and the climactic ball complete with live orchestra, we search for clues, connections, and meaning. The uninterrupted flow seduces into a trance.
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