17/35
A woman whose routine of cooking, cleaning and following strict quarantine rules is disrupted when she gets entangled in an erotic web with her husband and an enigmatic young waiter. Sravasti. The cinematography was beautiful to look at; if you like that fly-on-the-wall style, it might be enjoyable to watch. Maybe I’m not smart enough, or maybe that was the intention of the film – but I was confused most of the time. It didn’t feel like there was a plot hole, but more like you were just getting a glimpse of half of someone’s life. There’s not much talk in the film, but the poetic narration was thought-provoking. I felt like I was reading poetry with this film in the background. Overall, it wasn’t bad, you could look at this film as a slice of someone’s life. The ending wasn’t very satisfying for me. I wish the ending was just “clear”, but maybe that’s the point. You don’t always get to see the real ending of a person’s story.
