That’s the real pain … being stuck in transit …
The film talks about mundane despair. It offers nothing stimulating amidst the tedium of everyday existence. In our meticulously scheduled lives, meaningful connections have become casualties of our perpetual haste. Every moment is calculated; spontaneity has vanished because, quite simply, we lack the time to embrace it. And yet we keep looking for suffering or at least a spark of something “real” in the past of our ancestors, in people…