One magic of cinema is montage. New meanings and stories find themselves in between fragments. So long takes, in way, functions more like “reality”. The longer the take gets, the closer it gets to“real life”, the more we see its deadening silence and suffocating speechlessness that are often cut out, and the more weight of which it carries. And the amount of weight this film carries. For christ sake. Crushes one’s spirit.
The very first film that made me cry…
