i saw the film at the belgrade film festival last week and and i be still work off the trauma . essentially my view seem to match a number of others the first half hour be fresh and sharp and deep and entertaining and promising . well act too . natural . my problem and however and be not simply with the fact that the final hour and a half of the film have nothing to do with the likable beginning and nor the fact that i spend most of this time convulse in agony at sharp and grate industrial sound and squint at drunken and toothless and bread chewing hag . it rather with the fact that they never warn me . the festival brochure synopsis describe only the ( utterly intrigue sound ) first half hour a whore and piano tuner and meat seller chat in a bar and pretending to be an advertising agent and genetic engineer and and petty government administration official and respectively make no mention whatsoever of the never end gum smack to come . serf me right for not read the review and you might say but to my defense and a number of review i look at post fact um do not at all stress the immensity and utter unbearableness of the great part of the film . the first hint should have be the introductory word by the director ( a bashful and tousle haired russian youth ) who step in front of the crammed auditorium ( the film seem to be do incredibly well critically and and ticket be sell out well in advance of the screening and though most of the audience seem as unaware a i be of the pain to come and judge by the plethora of unearthly moan and groan that utterly permeate the theatre during the last half hour and and many exasperate comment on exit ) to say the following represent well and i. um and thank you very much for come to see this film and and i just want to say . well and it a very long film . it take me four year to make it and and . it . i suggest that you see it and immediately try to forget about it . it be very long . thank you for come . this be what he say . alarm bell should have be ring . what he talk about . i think in happy confusion . this be gon na be fun . of course and by the time his strangely apologetic comment start make sense to me and it be far too late to get out . all i could do be writhe in increase agony until the light come on again . and in the end i can not say i feel in any way improve by the experience . yes and i absolutely love the first half hour . it be intelligent and new and and have a lot to say . and yes and russia be probably in a bad state . yes and every society have many hide face . yes and toothless life in barren wasteland be probably unimaginably hard . yes yes yes . i get all of this . really i do . but i see no earthly reason why art and meaning should be so agonisingly draw out and and so painful to bear . if you want to see a film land somewhere between the extreme of glitzy hollywood plastic fantastic and hour of muddy vodka swigging and try the korean chinese bin jip ( 3 iron ) . it artsy and surprising and but also to the point and fun .