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Watching Nosferatu in cinema was an immersive sensory and archetypal experience, suspending the contact with the rational world. Good unsettling physical acting to represent the encounter between the body and the beyond body forces. Good unsettling voice taking you out of the world. And one of the best phrases heard this year in a movie coming from the cabalist doctor (William Dafoe) about having to face the evil inside so you don't have to face the evil outside. And the final scene, a reminder that the completion of the self comes after the integration, taking in (both scary and joyful) the shadow.

The New Year that never came, one of the best movie about communist Romania, and also a kind of Christmas movie. It captured so well the atmosphere of those times. I remember the fear, the paranoia, the forced lies. The movie was so powerful that it provoked vivid dreams about the past, and flashbacks: the objects, the soundscapes, the type of conversations, everything was so familiar, to the point of being overwhelming. And what I remember the most is the lack of joy. And the joy, like the New Year, never came. After years of corrupted governments, millions of Romanians are ready to vote again for a totalitarian regime. The return to the familiar, the trauma repetition.