I rarely come across a film, which stuns me through its very first frame. The minute Aleksandra Niemczyk's film Centaur opened, I couldn't take my eyes off it anymore. Was it the character, the half man, half horse figure which walked towards me? Or was it the ice cold aesthetic and colour which characterised the frame? Maybe it was both. I just . . .
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