...or past. Or fear. Or acceptance. Or loneliness. Each road works. For the great art of detail, impeccable cinematography, a story remaining, after 30 years, more contemporary than in 1989 and, sure, for the genius to tell the right story about viewer. A young woman . Her parents. Her sister who is , in fact, her daughter. A desire. And a choice. Having as axis a word. A hug. And the clash against the truth becoming clear only when you discover yourself. An episode reminding to me few Romanian films under Communism. A film about motherhood, selfishness and, maybe, about the essence of freedom. After the broke of childhood.
Review of Dekalog, siedem
