A European family who plan on escaping to Australia seem caught up in their daily routine, only troubled by minor incidents. However, behind their apparent calm and repetitive existence, they are actually planning something sinister.
This movie is told to be a cinematic orgasm. Slow burning story unfolding mixed with static cinematic shots, revealing real portions of the every day life of his realistic characters. Over-pretentious crap to self-stroke the artistic egos of critics.
While it feels that nothing noteworthy is happening, the story slowly progresses towards something darker, that is not poetic, nor artistic.
The story is about a bored family going to the extreme and starting to do dumb shit. There’s an act that goes on for about 25 minutes where they just destroy things. I can understand the metaphor of leaving everything behind, but 3 minutes of flushing money down the toilet is dumb.
While I understand the “artistic” part, it feels like it’s been pushed to extreme and I can understand where the Romanian movies take their inspiration from.
Two popcorns, because while this is not a bad movie, it’s not one I can recommend to anyone, unless they like to be tortured.
Oh, and this is the first movie of a trilogy and seeing this made me want to skip the other two. I’ll just read a summary somewhere.
PS: And no, this is not based on a real story, the myth was created by Haneke making vague references to discovering the story in a news article.
