“hell is other people.”
for about 80% of the watch time, aurora felt confusing. i didn’t know where it was going, but i stuck with it. i wanted to know. the build-up lasted for about two hours, more or less, but it played with my memories and it got me thinking about things i never thought about before, even if i should have, in a way in which the build up was more than two hours, it was so much of my life experience.
aurora could very well seem a cinematic aberration to some. maybe to the same degree it can seem a masterpiece to others. and this is a clue to why it is a masterpiece. there is no clear definition of whose side to be on, there is almost no information (till the very end), all rules are twisted and broken, the main character speaks very little, and when he does, he’s always cool and collected or refractory. i believe the key of the movie is in understanding his drama (where “drama” is used loosely, as his drama is something you can’t really comprehend, and once you do, for real, it doesn’t make sense to relate it to anything).
his killings aren’t fueled by hate, madness or what not. but that’s again, relative. and he kills his “relatives”, as his last resort to making sure his daughters end up right. or better, at least. this makes little sense to you, maybe, but it makes a whole lot of it to me (i used my utter subjectivity glasses, yet again): he’s a man who knows he’s going to die soon and he wants to leave things in order. his killings are like spring cleaning (spring killing), or, more like tidying up after yourself. in a very radical manner, yes. they are unjustly just and, if not, justified.
he doesn’t find his wife fit to care for their daughters. he doesn’t find justice fit to understand (anything). i don’t trust that justice would be able to understand the complexity of the relationship my wife and i had. and probably no one would.
to me, cristi puiu achieved what no one else did. i’ve never seen a movie that was so far away, and yet so invasive, penetrating and complex.