Visions of Suffering is in many ways a spiritual successor to Iskanov's previous film "Gvozdi", except that the scale is much larger. I simply adore the frenetic editing, surreal violence, and meticulous exposition. As with the rest of Iskanov's work, we have a maddening blend of art-house furor, junk-art exploitation, and mystery-horror classicism. It's not exactly cohesive, but it's brilliantly depraved. The only flaws are the weak intro/outro segments and laughable special effects in spots.

Iskanov, a damaged and depraved young mind, has created a monster hailing from the despondent Post-Soviet Eastern Bloc. Illuminating the concepts of dreams becoming reality and the nightmarish qualities that might entail from the inter-meshing of the two worlds, he delves into the deepest abysses of the human mind, where the abyss gazes back at you with a furor of demonic intensity. As with my own experience, the rains do bring out ominous visions within slumber that defy the reality we see.