The quietest film of the year, and the one I still can’t stop thinking about.
Varga films a salt flat the way other directors film a war. I left the cinema thirsty.
Dunja Petrović barely raises her voice for ninety minutes, then breaks your heart with one look at a kettle.
Ninety-eight minutes, eleven lines of dialogue, not one of them wasted.
Slow, yes. Boring, never. Bring someone you don’t have to talk to afterwards.
A small miracle made for €1.4 million and a borrowed truck.