This film is a lot stranger than I remembered it as a kid. I am surprised that I liked it so much back then. This time, it left me it left me feeling quite hollow and indifferent, like none of this had any meaning but I think that’s the point of it. Everybody at the time was yelling about how they wanted changes, but as Solovyev admits himself, nobody knew what those changes actually were that they said they desired. Therein the great tragedy, in strange conversation with Baudrillard in the end.