Anagnorisis Fine Arts

The Street of Crocodiles (1986) was my first Quay Brothers film experience, and I mean experience in the most literal sense. The lights dim, and you slide back in your chair. The screen illuminates with that black glow that spawns a flittering of anxiety in the base of your stomach, even before any images appear. I remember the wooden esophagus with it’s clustered, rusted screws scurrying along the floor, the towering boxes with layers of filth, and that moment on the street where everything comes together.

Image courtesy of Joanna Ebenstein of Morbid Anatomy