The Color of the Chameleon

Bulgarian cinema has, for many years, been close to nonexistent, but Christov and Todorov's fervid fictions might just start to fill the void.

The filmmakers are too busy being sarcastic to ever actually be beholden to the film's trippy conceptions and political paranoia they intermittently engage with in the film.

Will best reward those who are prepared to pay attention and stick with its twirls and pirouettes until the complex pay-off.

...an unmitigated disaster of epic proportions...