Eastern Promises

Eastern Promises, a complete film. A total noir where everything is in doubt, for this impossible not to spoiler, from beginning to end. It seems to follow a classic story about the Mafia, even if the touch of the Canadian master Cronenberg can be felt: a dark, cold atmosphere, a mafia not idealized, but shown in all its sauces, without fear and a direction to the limits of perfection. An hour and forty of pure enjoyment that seems to be half an hour as it is managed and interpreted well (while treating and portraying the heaviness itself). I think all of David’s films grow inside you and harass you leaving you empty, demonstrating that uniqueness that is not for everyone and for everyone. The sauna scene is only the slightest graphic representation of how realistic and profound can be the malaise that the viewer can experience watching the films of this absolute master of the seventh art. A genius we can say almost 'misunderstood' of these years that deserves all the compliments of this world. We don’t deserve David Cronenberg right now, and we’ll understand that.