In the Funhouse Madhouse

On Diabolique, I’m writing about the surreal Polish fantasy film The Hourglass Sanatorium and the malleable nature of how we remember our past.

A glorious, perverse carnival air permeates The Hourglass Sanatorium, the sort of atmosphere that would be at home in an Alejandro Jodorowsky or Fellini film. Bent figures in the threadbare finery of yesteryear—tattered cloaks, rumpled suits, crooked top hats—rub elbows with topless strippers amid the ruined relics of bygone splendor.

Full article: Funhouse Madhouse: Nazis, Stalin, and the Hourglass Sanatorium