There’s something bracingly restorative about a movie as stark and austere as 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days. Sort of like, say, Robert Bresson’s L’Argent or Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne’s Rosetta, Cristian Mungiu’s bleakly fascinating view of life in Romania near the end of Nicolae Ceauşescu’s iron-fisted rule can clean your palate, sharpen your senses -- and scour the gunk that accumulates on your sensibilities after prolonged exposure to junk like Strange Wilderness and Meet the Spartans. Seriously.
Friday, February 15, 2008
4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days
There’s something bracingly restorative about a movie as stark and austere as 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days. Sort of like, say, Robert Bresson’s L’Argent or Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne’s Rosetta, Cristian Mungiu’s bleakly fascinating view of life in Romania near the end of Nicolae Ceauşescu’s iron-fisted rule can clean your palate, sharpen your senses -- and scour the gunk that accumulates on your sensibilities after prolonged exposure to junk like Strange Wilderness and Meet the Spartans. Seriously.
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