Director: Jean Cocteau Divided into four seemingly unrelated sections, The Blood Of A Poet doesnt really tell a story, at least in the conventional sense. In the first half of the film, a sculptor is tricked by a statue into falling through a mirror; after which, he finds himself in a strange hotel where every room houses a new curiosity. The second half of the film has almost no attachment to the first. After a young boy is killed in a snowball fight, a group of apathetic bourgeoisie begin gambling over his body, and some angels turn up. Its pretty weird stuff. The film is worth seeing purely for its practical effects, especially throughout the first half. In the hotel, gravity starts to act unpredictably, sending our protagonist from floor to ceiling and back again as he attempts to navigate the corridors. Think Inception on a much more humble scale.
