Movie Review: Eisenstein In Guanajuato struggles to bring a film icon to life

Sergei Eisenstein (Elmer Bäck) squats in a dank Mexican alleyway with stew chunks of vomit on his shoes, presses his ass against a public faucet to wash out a gush of diarrhea, and shouts “I should be back in Russia, being constipated! In Moscow, you can go for a week without shitting once!” The scene happens early in Eisenstein In Guanajuato, though by this point, the great Soviet filmmaker has already had time for a conversation with his flaccid penis; soon, he will entertain a table of children by comparing his ass to that of the poet Vladimir Mayakovsky. Which raises the question: Are there any characters in film who talk about their own bodies as much as Peter Greenaway’s male heroes do? They seem like over-sized toddlers, hopping around four-poster beds that resemble playpens, often half-naked—either with their dicks dangling from under night shirts, or with diaper-like …

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