Puiu goes from the pinnacle of humanist filmaking to this piece of autist cinema wherin there is no emotion, no understanding of social situations and no comprehensible way of reading the world. It is arguably too challenging at first, too impenetrable, even Haneke holds your hand more, but it justifies itself in the end.
Aesthetically & formally there’s a lot of Chantal Akerman here, and even some similarity in tone (& run-time) with Jeanne Dielman... But really what this is is an Akerman-like, super-realist take on Why Does Herr R. Run Amok, with a 1.5 hr punchline. Compelling Dustin Hoffman-y lead performance by the director, though I’m not convinced he was the one for the part. Beautifully shot. Maybe not the deepest. 3.5
Lo interesante de este filme es que invita al peritaje en referencia a un seguimiento que evoca a lo que será un evento desafortunado. Lo que acontece desde un inicio es una incógnita. No se sabe nada de un hombre. De él nos enteremos con lo poco que conocemos. Así como en "Policía, adjetivo", el filme de Puiu termina en una comisaría en donde se dictará un dará testimonio y de paso la razón de todo lo visto.
If you are looking for humor or grains of exposition, this is not a film for you. I'm not sure for who this film is best suited. In ways it reminded me of a sparser version of "Norte, The End of History". I can't justify the three hour runtime as necessary, though you do indeed understand Viorel slightly more in the end. Maybe it was supposed to be funny and I missed something? Can't say I enjoyed it, but hell...
A harrowing, meticulous study of one's personal, self-justified crusade against the forces that wronged him. Director Cristi Puiu also acts in the film and it couldn't be a better choice - He manages to effectively convey the brooding, violent tension of the psyche only with his eyes, a feat accomplished in films like Bruno Dumont's "Humanité" (1999) or 2014's more commercial Nightcrawler. Highly recommended.