The constant close-up pan, as well as perpetual faint wind-tunnel sound was, frankly, annoying, an aestheticized shtick. Nonetheless, the bleakness here penetrates like a stake to the heart. Sometimes irksome cinematic tools are the first step to making you fall in love with a film, as one may fall in love with someone he or she wants to dismiss. CINEMA!
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.
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.