I was practically nailed to my seat in the first half of the movie, but alas, what was a convincing portrayal of suffocating anxiety and hellish guilt culminated into an uninspired ending that was further hindered by this peculiar Vangelis-like score, which was completely out of step with the distanced realism of the narration. But I have to admit the acting was suberb. And it was great that Mr Ganslandt didn’t impose any psychological or social explanations on the viewer. Too bad it didn’t work for me as a whole.