“It looks like it’s your type.” Black and white, filmed, an ironic road trip about a slightly unlucky brother and sister. They go in the car, meet with her ex, have a rather meaningless polemic, go to a boring party - there is nothing supernatural, everyday existentialism.
Actors play with restraint, a little detached pronounce their slightly played postmodern dialogue. At the same time, everything is fine with emotional stress, and the action does not fall into episodes with meaningful chatter - for such a radically low-budget form, this would be a serious problem, the film would finally turn into some course work. But no, the consistent movement and development of the plot is felt, and the meaning behind this movement is also captured.
As a result, the Color Circle is a good art house without tin and tragedy. Personally, I would like to see more of this movie.