8/10
I really don't know what to say about this one. Cristi Puiu takes 3 hours to tell a story that some Hollywood movies could smash into 3 minutes - a man named Viorel (played by Puiu), frustrated and alienated from a divorce, commits a series of murders. That's about it. The movie focuses on every minute detail in between and somehow, almost in spite of itself, it fascinates. Viorel is constantly shown to be on the fringe both figuaratively and literally, shot standing at the edge of the frame, outside doorways, and generally puttering around in the darkness - however, crucially, he isn't given a madman bent. In fact, there's barely anything notable or worthwhile about Viorel, and that's the point. More people walked out of this one than any other movie I saw at the festival but it really stuck with me.
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