Clocking at just 20 minutes, this film probably competes with the Satantangos and Shoahs of cinema in providing us a true glimpse into the human condition. A very grotesque representation of pain and consequent ugliness of the world towards people who are different. It probes into the deepest and darkest corners of humanity’s crisis. How is it to be a social outcast? A leper to be exact? Not since Bergman’s Cries and Whispers have I been forced to confront the most painful truths of this world. Full of pathos and dense with meditative themes, The House is Black allowed me (even for a brief moment) to contemplate on the meaning of existence itself.