I know there are some people for whom the cinematic equivalent of watching paint dry is "daring." I am not one of them. One can literally leave this movie for an hour, come back, and exactly the same thing is going on.
Ohhhh, so this is world cinema. I was indifferent for almost an hour and then something clicked. I found the slightest change in routine interesting. The Rebirth is cold, stark and naturalistic with the only splash of colour coming from the phenomenal amount of eggs cracked for breakfast and dinner. The final scene gave me hope for these two lost souls.