I only saw one scene from this film, in the 'entertainment' section of a TV news magazine from India. the clip they showed was from a scene in a restaurant, and was the most bizarre thing I had ever seen, though with a strong sense of black humor, not gross or repulsive. here's the scene in brief (for those who want to read about it):

a guy dining by himself in a corner of the restaurant, is approached by the staff with dessert (covered by a lid). the guy tells them he didn't order any dessert, but the staff persist him to partake of it, saying that the cook made it specially for him and that if he doesn't eat it, the cook will be heartbroken. the guy glances over to the kitchen door, and sees the cook ready to slice his own throat with a knife. alarmed, he agrees to taste the dessert. the staff take off the lid, and the guy gasps as he sees his own head on the platter! the staff tells him to relax, as it is just a cake made to look like his head. they carve a slice off the top of the 'head' and serve it to the bewildered and scared guy.

I have been looking for this film since 1988, & hope it gets a DVD release soon. and based on just that one scene, I would recommend this film strongly to anyone who likes David Lynch, The Coen Bros, Franz Kafka, etc...or anyone who wants to see something different for a change (that is, after you are done with your Matrix, Charlie's Angels, etc. of course).

"If Shakhnazarov isn't a supernal filmmaker of visual finesse and most members of its male-dominant cast is far too grim and starchy by simply performing in rote, whereas their opposite sex is dismally reduced to peripheral ciphers, namely, a nude secretary, a glamorous woman functions merely as a chauffeur, or a voiceless matron whose sincere request of a dance is interrupted by the male intrusion, ZEROGRAD still remains a marvel to watch, not merely validated by Shakhnazarov's sensible political concerns and his homegrown compassion, but also, more impressively, by the astonishing tableaux vivants which crop up in the midstream and near the coda (offering ironic, anachronistic remarks to further muddy the waters),credited to its production designer Lyudmila Kusakova. It takes some time for viewers to discern that those museum exhibitions are actually actors in heterogeneous costumes and under maquillage, betrayed by tiny movements that are almost imperceptible, what billows out is that strange aroma of "magical surrealism" that is ever so fertile in the Eastern European cinema edifice."

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Sadly I'm not a big fan of surrealist films. Zerograd (or City Zero) is a film that feels like it takes place in a strange unnatural world. It has some grounding in the fact that the main character seems to recognize how everything is strange, so he's going on this journey with us, but the lack of any cohesive story structure was more than I could bear. I do recognize that there is a purpose underlying all of this, because Zerograd was made at a particular time in Russian history when things were changing dramatically, and the filmmakers were trying to make a point about the strange new world they were experiencing. However, since I don't have a strong connection to that time and place in history, the film felt like nonsense. Not only did it feel strange, but it also had a somewhat frustrating storyline because the protagonist was being mistreated and forced into an unfair position. By the end, without spoiling anything, I was more annoyed than ever and it left me feeling hopeless. I'm confident that, for those who might have lived through these events or those who are interested in exploring the history of Post-Soviet Russia, Zerograd could be an interesting film to explore and analyze. For me, however, it was merely an oddity that meant very little. While there are strange and humorous moments that I'll never forget, that didn't make for a story that engaged me in any fashion.