A lonely woman. A depressed man. Pain and tragedy wait in the wings. If only life and love could be this simple and real. There's such an inherently sad yet sweet quality that comes from being altogether poor and having nothing. It reminds me a lot of Chaplin's works. What I realized about halfway through is that its narrative is told so simplistically, I was able to follow along and understand what was being conveyed without the use of subtitles. It's almost like a silent movie in that sense and wears its heart on its sleeve, so to speak. I'll have to check out the rest of Aki Kaurismäki's 'Proletariat' trilogy since I was previously unfamiliar with it.
4½ mini bottles of wine out of 5
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