Aurora

Beautiful movie. You need more than cohones to watch this movie. Not for stupid block buster consumers...

This is a gloomy movie. It's cold, it's long, it's at times frustrating. And I think that's the idea of it. That's what Puiu wanted to put into it. These cold, long, frustrating feelings, the weird conversations and character. It's like some russian novel. I liked the idea, I liked Puiu's interpretation for this odd character, I liked the mood. Yes, maybe instead of making it a 3 hour long movie, it would've been better if it was set to only two hours. But nevertheless, it's a different kind of movie. All in all, not bad. 7 out of 10, though at first I was thinking about a 6.

It's plain crap, but it's long (3 hours!). The emperor has no clothes on, folks! Never mind the pretentious 'artsy' and dark filming, the awkward and long shots, the unexplained, unmotivated and undeveloped characters, and the other (very good) film by Mr. Puiu ('The Death Of Mr. Lazarescu'). This one is just a nightmarish vision of a dull life with apparently no events and no insight. At times it seems almost fantastic, and maybe that would have saved a bit this story if it explored the fantastic vein more. But no, it's just a mundane and boring hell, the fashionable (and limited) way of the intelligentsia to look at today's Romania (you know it even from the news: garbage, stray dogs, sloppy people). If Travis Bickle really had no life and if Mr. Scorsese had no brain, the result would be 'Aurora'. What a waste...

A film too long, (Cristi Puiu does not compromise on conventions about time when there is something to say) gloomy, dark, DIFFICULT to watch, with polite dialogues, but with an aggressive background, the daily routine is rendered naturally (naturalness is at odds ). Maxims), The eyes and gestures of the criminal speak beyond words, being basically shy and cowardly. (on earth idiots have guns - John Lenon) I guess it's called "Aurora" for that the main character, surrendering when he could not be caught, foresees the light that will come in his life after the night in its astral splendor, (oscillating between suicide and penance) after the confession / confession, from the police station. Sorry for google translate.

I was amazed to find this one on Netflix, got thru three hours OK. Puiu himself as the bitter divorcee Viorel does a fine turn, consistently sour-faced, obnoxious, and aggressive with everyone he has to deal with.

I wouldn't over-react to the washed-out winter grime of Romania, "minus 11 in the capital". It's more of a backdrop than a critique. Puiu is interested in the moods of the scenes and angles, as our disturbed non-hero angles across rail lines, city streets, suburban alleys, and apartment corridors.

The end stage, where Viorel explains too much to the viewer, but also barely explains anything, is fun. And not inconsistent with how we humans are.