I found this review of our film in Russian after the Vladivostok Film Festival. It’s from a blog called “A Priori” which is all in Cyrillic! This is a translation using Google. I like it…. TR

About “Cleaner” (”Streetsweeper”) it would be desirable to think still, but to tell already too it would be desirable.

The main and only hero – Keith (Marin Mimitsa, Marin Mimica), a municipal employee, a janitor, though obviously homeless and no money in his life there – only found food, choose clothes. A feeling that this function – to ride through the city with a trolley and brushes to clean the zebra pedestrian and road signs, welcoming passers-by – he took himself. It is innocent, absolutely pristine, completely unnecessary.
What a beauty. What beauty around. What beauty around. God must be happy.
… real women, they smell like flowers and soap. I sometimes want to lie down next to a woman. Least 10 minutes. Least 10 minutes. The smell of flowers and soap. Flowers and soap.

When he puts his head on a wet rag to hide his head from the scorching sun, immediately obvious – Christ without a flock.
His time – day and night. The sun rises – great joy, the sun goes down – and sorry to tears. Because the day he became, in the absence of their lives, living someone else’s – found notes, letters, postcards, ads, it is merging with one, entering into dialogue with others, combining them all into a long, poetic text. Anger and bitterness comes when there is nothing new.

My father drank. He was an alcoholic, and he beat my mother. She had a good right hook, but after his first stroke, she fell to the floor. We must pay tribute to my old man, he never kicked her. More than two times. More than two times.

My grandfather brought his fears to the Second World War and handed over to my father. My father gave them to me. For me, this relay will end. For me, this relay will end.

When a long time did not come across as if suspended dialogue with life – comes despair, Keith feels lonely and insignificant. And here he throws the truck and walked around some overgrown with weeds flower beds, cutting tight circles. This part of the monologue was stronger Hamlet.
… this huge vagina sky … How do you want to plant it by the throat …

Even more impressed with the place where he was – sitting on his lap, turning the earth and to history itself, is thinking (no, it’s too slippery word for the act of accommodation, fusion with the spoken) about the conquest of the island of Britain, though single-handedly carrying the blame for the destruction of those who were connected with her blood, for the current indifference … In general, do not convey. Strongly.

It is unlikely we will ever see him on TV or on video, though he took the top prize at the International Film Festival in Anchorage in 2008. And this film at the festival from year to year it is a lot of such cinema.

Thank you, that it was.

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