I was amazed to find this one on Netflix, got thru three hours OK. Puiu himself as the bitter divorcee Viorel does a fine turn, consistently sour-faced, obnoxious, and aggressive with everyone he has to deal with.
I wouldn't over-react to the washed-out winter grime of Romania, "minus 11 in the capital". It's more of a backdrop than a critique. Puiu is interested in the moods of the scenes and angles, as our disturbed non-hero angles across rail lines, city streets, suburban alleys, and apartment corridors.
The end stage, where Viorel explains too much to the viewer, but also barely explains anything, is fun. And not inconsistent with how we humans are.
I wouldn't over-react to the washed-out winter grime of Romania, "minus 11 in the capital". It's more of a backdrop than a critique. Puiu is interested in the moods of the scenes and angles, as our disturbed non-hero angles across rail lines, city streets, suburban alleys, and apartment corridors.
The end stage, where Viorel explains too much to the viewer, but also barely explains anything, is fun. And not inconsistent with how we humans are.