Sál ztracených kroku

We start with an image: footsteps burned into the concrete of Hiroshima. That, in and of itself is striking and remains so. While today (2015) there are very few people left who remember World War II and Hiroshima firsthand, it remains a powerful image. So much so, we have not had a nuclear attack in over seventy years.

And then the film gets a little bit surreal. Not a lot, not to the point of "Valerie and her Week of Wonders" or other films of the Czech New Wave, but just a little bit strange. And that is alright. This is what makes film art and not just a document of reality. There can be truth in art even when the film itself is not a documentary.