
An American or a British film might have turned this into a kind of slam-dunk thriller but not Zygagintsev who opts instead for a very slow burner without dissipating any of the tension. It's when shit finally does happen to Elena and her family that the film ups its ante and does become a fairly riveting thriller. Nevertheless, it still moves at a measured pace and it's the small details that are telling, (Elena asking at a church to which saint she should light a candle). It's also darkly unsentimental; one might even call it cold. There isn't much in the way of emotion on display here and you get a chilly feeling from it. None of the characters, including Elena herself, are sympathetically drawn but it's a film that never quite conforms to our expectations and for that alone we should be grateful.
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