Brothers Quay.
"In that city of cheap human material, no instincts can flourish, no dark and unusual passions can be aroused.
THE STREET OF CROCODILES was a concession of our city to modernity and metropolitan corruption. The misfortune of that area is that nothing ever succeeds there, nothing can ever reach a definite conclusion. Obviously we were unable to afford anything better than a cardboard imitation, a photo montage cut out from last year's mouldering newspapers...
...Obviously, we were unable to afford anything better"
