A dog scurrying off-screen as an auditory preface to our central character entering into on-screen space, prolonged long shots fully conveying the details of a living quarter, the movements between kitchen, living room, bedroom, doorway. Tradition is the malefactor, but style serves as an extension of profound directorial sympathy. Koshashvili dares to ponder the nature of love, arriving at an unmerciful forfeiture.
I can't agree with some of the previous reviews--this is not a rom com. This is a brutally astringent look at the awful, constricting force of cultural traditions and taboos, and throws no sops to the audience. More happily, iIt also boasts one of the most casually sexy bedroom scenes in Israeli cinema.