This film is not about what its title suggests. He's not talking about anything. It's not even a movie. As is often the case with an art house, it is just a set of long, random, meaningless scenes. Those who watch it will never be able to retell most of its content or even list any specific characters. People here, as in any art house,
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This film is not about what its title suggests. He's not talking about anything. It's not even a movie. As is often the case with an art house, it is just a set of long, random, meaningless scenes. Those who watch it will never be able to retell most of its content or even list any specific characters. People here, as in any art house, are a faceless mass of silent nouneim with stone faces, who are busy not understanding what and are constantly in some kind of trance, which came from the drugged mind of a homegrown, unrecognized genius. Some plot here starts happening at 1.25, 17 minutes before the end of the film. But he is interrupted by insertions of meaningless "social advertising" with Adam and Eve of the fourth category. The real story: a company of filmmakers quarreled in the car, from inattention knocked down a child from the tribe, they in response killed one of them. Okay. This is definitely a plot for a short film lasting 7 minutes. I could say that Adam and Eve can be cut into another such short film, but the thing is that it shows exactly the same thing in the squalid scenery that we already know, without any rethinking, and this in normal films is cut into a bucket on the editing table. To be honest, as much as I don’t try to understand arthouse movies, I’m left with one clear conclusion every time: almost all of it is thrash growing on a hill of stupidity. All such films are empty pretentiousness from incompetents who consider themselves gods. If they had real ideas, talent, they would make movies with content and not ignore the acting, script and dialogue. Muttos with reflections, humming and nudity alone are not enough for cinema.
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