I don't need help from some smiling asshole. A magnificent picture that exposes the lies and pseudo-efficiency of thinking positively. In the center of the plot is Geyer, a man confined to a wheelchair. At heart, he is a rebel, does not tolerate compassion and help. His wife Ingville, wanting to help him, calls a group of disabled people to the house (not including an old woman with a sore neck). Their psychologist pursues her own mercantile goals, her task is not to help these people, but to hide their pain away. It is for this purpose that she uses a bag of negativity in order to muffle emotions that break out.
You can't keep yourself quiet.
- I love my job, says Tory.
- Whores say the same thing, Geyer replies.
Even paralyzed Martha finds a way out of her agony. For the first time in a long time, she screams and swears, blaming the real culprit - her husband, who is only looking for a way to escape from her. Not considering the fact of betrayal and daily disguised lies. The smile from Martha's face fades - and this is the first achievement in a long time.
Everyone is aware of their disability, even if it is mental. . .
When you play Russian roulette, everyone understands the value of human life. The film is not without black humor, tragedy and at the same time cruel realism.
Icebourne, a former owner of the company, a cat. failed and now has to live in a homeless shelter, where he is constantly robbed - managed to get back on his feet. And all in one night in the house of a guy who thinks negatively.
Whoever tries to be a doctor eventually becomes a patient. That's my verdict.
Don't be afraid to face the truth. Only having reached the last line - we destroy the looking glass and get into a real world, devoid of pink snot, naivety and false pity. Only then are we. Standing on two legs or sitting in a wheelchair (however cruel it sounds).
I would recommend this film to anyone or anyone.
10 out of 10