Mona and I, sitting on the couch in front of her big screen HD/LCD. It is a Romanian movie, one she had been waiting for about two months to get on DVD. (Mona gets all her movies on DVD, and if asked :why? she says that she has a movietheatrophobia)...
The movie captures small details of daily life: packing, the dormitory shower :"there is hot water", the Arabians' black market, traveling with the bus, "Should I buy carnations or gladiolas?". Mona notes that the Romanian dialogue is even better than the translation : small talk.
And then is the trade (rape?), the conversation with Adi (two women, alone, with this choice ), the bathroom...
Bitter. First -a slight sensation on the tongue. Than the sensation fills me. I have to run outside for air. Mona comes after me. She puts her hands on my shoulders first, than I feel her warmth -a hug. "Kiddo, you don't remember"...Her mouth cuts her face as a straight line. She does remember. I wonder if she did it herself or did she help a friend?
Human condition? Our actions, day by day , no big concepts of God or Justice or Love. This necessity to go on: to go to our exams, to go to birthday parties, to eat, to drink. Have you forsaken me?
Waiting for the bus. Get on the bus. Get off the bus.
Note: The movie is "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" by Cristian Mungiu. More about this movie : imdb and NYTimes. I do not have much to say about it. It is one of those movies you see and either live (in) it and understand, either waste your time. I should mention that it is the best Romanian movie I had ever seen, and I seen a few. I used to dread the realism of the Romanian wave, but this one... In my opinion, though I am no specialist, beyond its simplicity there is a lot of mise en scene.
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