The year: 1920; the place: Waldheim, located in a mysterious kingdom somewhere in Central Europe; the atmosphere: murderous, like everywhere else after the Great War. The king of this collapsing Arcadia is planning to pay a visit to the town in question, and the secret police are to ensure that everything goes off without a hitch. Because: the revolutionaries do not sleep ... alone.
Probably Makavejev's rarest work: at the time it was dismissed with an irritated shake of the head, since then it has hardly been seen. The only problem with the film is its historical timing: Manifesto came too early - in its grandiose, Dadaesque mixture of operetta effects and slapstick routines, this absurd, ageist farce is a swan song to a world that had not even passed away at the time. A rediscovery, most definitely.
