Sopor Aeternus - In der Palästra - DVD

Partially filmed against the slightly overexposing backlight of the setting autumn sun, a sadly neglected, but otherwise perfectly "neutral" room seems to transform itself into the padded isolation-cell of some run down, ancient asylum; surreally tinted by the golden light shining through the dusty double-glassed windows, as we witness Anna-Vamey Cantodea staggering around the corners like an elderly, presumably insane woman, dressed in a worn-out, black winter-coat with fur-collar. Clutching her snow-white, yet dirty hands tightly to a cheap bouquet of pink silken flowers, she is singing and gesturing the words of the music that is apparently forever playing in her migraine-tortured head...
It is like watching someone making a secret confession, or like reading the hidden diary of your dead grandmother, who has killed herself only a few years ago in the attic of her dark mansion. The result is both fascinating and deeply... saddening.