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In a rotting collective farm sinking into the rain, a ruined community waits for a charismatic con-man they mistake for a savior — a vast, patient descent into how hope becomes the thing that traps you.
Its vast, near-static length is the experience: it makes you feel duration itself as a kind of mourning, and that somatic sense of time and futility sits in the body for days. The relentless rain, mud, and damp hold you in a state of endurance that mirrors the people on screen, and no valve is ever opened to let the pressure out. It doesn't just stay with you; it restructures how you feel time and hope for weeks after.
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FAQ
Is it really as long as they say?
Yes, and the length is the film, not an obstacle to it. It asks you to live inside its time until duration itself becomes the feeling — a commitment that changes how you experience everything slower afterward.
Is it bleak?
Deeply, but with an awful beauty. Every promise of escape turns out to be a manipulation, so despair becomes the only honest position — and the film makes even that strangely mesmerizing to sit inside.