Eliade was a fascist
and I couldn't help watching/interpreting this film with that in mind.
Skimming through the comments and blogs, I found very little comment on this fact. Is this the fantasy of a man who can't admit to himself that he supported the Nazis? Or a dream of rejuvenation to escape ugly history?
Or maybe just an entertaining tale by a flawed genius.
I wouldn't have known anything about Eliade, except that I had read "Journal 1935-1944" by the Jewish Romanian writer Mihail Sebastian. Sebastian's experiences in the years of Romanian Fascism/Iron Guardism and his personal experiences with Eliade and other artists and intellectuals give one much food for thought. The ugliest crimes of political extremists are generally committed by thugs, but the non-thugs or intelligentsia who legitimize the thuggery should be accountable too- perhaps more so.
Notwithstanding, it's still a pretty good story and a worthwhile film.
It won't chip, peel, blister, crack, flake or rust in any way.