Not the Jim Jarmusch film. This is a film about about incommunicability - about one generation (the younger) disinterested in the problems of another generation (the older) but feeling an obligation to listen and if (only absolutely) necessary - do something.
"It's like old times, with coffee and cigarettes," they both say, but mean differently. The father, harmless and sweet. The son -- briskly steadfast, curt, somewhat unenjoyable -- seems to tire of his father's approach in life. As he tires at his country's approach on his. Two generations with two slightly different outlooks taking the changes in Post-Soviet Bucharest in different ways. 3.3
I like the simplicity of this, and it holds your attention well as the script is well written and the performances feel natural. A solid short that if it was used as an attempt to replicate something similiar more often, we'd probably all be better off for it.