That the film begins and ends, with the horror of human need, that is, as the limit stages of "life-death" existence, with a 10-year-old girl and Tomazs, the town's postman, respectively, run over, should not be considered Leszczynski's sense of humor, but rather as a sly gesture of fate itself, one's marauder, playing its usual joke on human beings who believe possible what we ignore will be impossible, and what We give up because it is impossible, not knowing the possibilities of achieving it. The plot is somewhat trite but executed with beautiful brushstrokes that combine with the extraordi…
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