the first 30 minutes of this are so perfect. 2005 russian teenage punk scene, bad eyebrow piercings, slowdive and joy division, crazy like camden market adjacent fashion, pall mall 20s and blood soaked front girls. like if it was just a reflection on this very specific and like extremely interesting scene i think this could've been perfect, especially given the personal connection that syroechkovskaya had to this scene in her late teen years. otherwise the documentary's a very loving testament…