Wow. This must all be symbolic or something. Béla Tarr doesn’t know much from moderation. This two-and-a-half hour film is only 30-something shots, so says the blurb. I beleive it. Long, long, long takes are often just what the doctor ordered (see Tarkovsky’s Stalker or Van Sant’s Gerry) but sometimes you want to just shout “For the love of Zeus someone say ‘Cut!'” But there is a lot of nifty shit here (impoverished European town, colossal stuffed whale on display, riots at the dispensary) but I won’t lie to you and say I could really follow what happened. It all looked pretty cool, though. Probably worth further study, but I don’t have the time and I don’t know what the end reward will be. I’ll accept this movie as mood piece and be happy with that.