Netzer fails to bring something new. Ana, Mon Amour is a decent concept but is poorly delivered, as the movie is way too long and numerous shots and sequences are unnecessary. The transitions between the different relationship periods are incoherent, this creating confusion to the viewer.
The film is overloaded with clichè elements, characteristic of the Romanian New Wave (exaggerated rural factors, dialogue)
By the time Ana reaches its coy and self-satisfied ending I had already given up hope of real feelings being communicated here. Its an elusive, frustrating watch, content to give us the broadest strokes of dissatisfaction in the name of mental illness, with a great number of interactions and sensations sacrificed in the name of martyrdom. I guess I disliked its psychoanalytic conceit and not pinpointing that earlier