Valerie and Her Week of Wonders

So last night I had the pleasure of seeing a film at 'The Museum of the Moving Image' called, 'Valerie And Her Week of Wonders'.  I am not going to write a movie review because I don't want to but I will say that the film is a Baroque, Byzantine, spooky fever dream fairy-tale.  It would do no good to compare it to other films as there is no easily identifiable narrative plotline yet it's far from boring abstraction.
The movie revolves around a thirteen-year old girl who is on the precipice of womanhood. We see everything from her perspective. Her name, well in English, you guessed it, is Valerie. Some weird guy steals her earings while she sleeps and off we go. The colors are gorgeous, the music is enchanting in a 19th century hooligan circus kinda way and also at time with it's twinkling eerie classical piano.  We have witchcraft, vampires who look like Nosferatu, virgins bathing each other in a river and marching bands with melacholy threads of old age and the lust for youth running throughout the movie. There's a sadness here. A sadness for growing old. Filmed in 1970 by the Czech director Jaromil Jires. If you're a cinema lover, I'd check it out. When it's all over, you might be tempted to want to tie up things in a neat understandable package and you'll ask yourself, just as Valerie does, "Was it all just a dream?"  But that answer won't matter.