Well, see Bergman`s Autumn Sonata for a change, just to see a really painful depiction of tensed mother-daughter feelings. Maybe this film could be read as a stripped-down, low-key, lo-fi variation on Bergman`s work, but this asymmetry, of pain bulging and bursting out in a single point of the movie, shows and i think it disbalances the construction a bit. On the other hand, this stick-to-reality strategy of film-making abot Romania could appeal more to a non-Romanian audience. I remember asking myself during the film : what would be my reaction if I were Turkish? Would i be more attentive, careful to details, open to the character`s incoherence, gloominess, wish to please or subdue? I mean see it as a part of an entirely different culture. And i think the answer is yes : most of us , Felicia`s fellow citizens, are bored to death with this sticky, senseless, over-repetitive patterns of relationship, hence the tendency to dismiss the film altogether; only because you are glued into the society this films describes, and the replies you hear in it are so stubbornly non-inventive and overused, and people so dull and previsible, and the director does not try to redeem any of the national flaws. Volens, nolens , you feel that the movie talks about you, that you are there , somewhere, maybe the taxi with the 2 women just passed you by and you happen to have a bitchy,grey day. So here is my suggestion : summon all cliches in the world you have about any nationality (say French, Russian, Dutch, etc.) and, assuming that persona , rethink or rewatch the film. See if you don`t discover a whole new complexity of the movie and if it does not trigger an honest compassion and empathy for the drama unveiling in front of your eyes !