Brilliant performance by Mari Torocsik embodying the long unfolding of the consciousness of Juni, the wife of that enterprising peasant in wood, in wine and in nothing; in fact, one could say that the last scene of Anti, shouting his wife's name, searching for her in the fog inside and outside the house, is an ideal metaphor for the mental atmosphere, for the absolutely blurred conscious state of his wife's personality that , as we saw, progressively after Andras's departure and following the death of Aunt Erzsi, they will slowly give rise to the flagrant contradiction love-hate, live-die, suf…
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