Critics reviews

It’s nervy indie cinema, without the wrecking-ball urgency of a director like Cassavetes, but with dogged appeal of Dogme 95. The actors bandy back and forth, their moods seesawing; the camera gets cozy, tight. Dau harnesses a sense that you can reduce an event to a single action and space, subtract plot and turn it into a rambling happening. Drawn out, off-paced, and yet it touches a nerve.