Hungarian Cinema! Bleak and brilliant, Dealer is no mere 'drug dealer film". Our main character isn't so much the center of the story as a mirror of a disintegrating society, or its barometer. So powerful this film, that it made me feel as though we are all, in fact, really breathing our last gasp here on this planet.
Portraying a barren metropolis as metaphor for the loneliness of its neighborhood "Dealer", Fliegauf's striking portrait of addiction is the peak of his career — an unhappy and darkly comic masterwork. Felicián Keresztes should not have left acting. He hardly says anything at all in his performance, yet he has the striking, haunted face of a confessor, an observer of tragic circumstances so part of a routine.
One of the most desolate movies I've seen in a long time. Time seems to linger within the damp urban scenery and the lives of those involved, sucking the viewer in a horrendous reality they wish had not known.